Shelley let her hands roam freely over Mr. Coffee's chest while he kissed her. She did protest as he broke their kiss and grabbed her hand. She glanced down at his tight buns while he led her back to the sofa. Shelley grinned when he adjusted himself before he sat down on the couch.
He tugged at her hands until she stood in front of him and between his open knees. An electrified current pulsed in her most intimate spot. She remained quiet and still while Mr. Coffee let his free hand travel along the curve of her hips.
Shelley lowered her eyelids until he was only a vague outline to her. Even then, his profile was enticed and excited her. She chewed the side of her lip in anticipation of his next move. Mr. Coffee traced a path to the cleft between her plump thighs.
She panted when he rubbed his thumb across the seam of her jeans. Shelley struggled to remain. The pressure from his digit was increased. She wore no panties underneath her pants.
Shelley fought not whimper as her delicate bud between her lips began to swell. It started to protrude, and her slick oils wet the fabric between her legs. When Mr. Coffee suddenly increased the pressure, Shelley cried out. She stepped up closer to him.
Mr. Coffee reached out and clutched a portion of her thick bottom with both hands. He shoved his face in the middle of her thighs. She tottered, and he steadied her in his clutch.
Mr. Coffee immediately began to nibble at the flesh still concealed by her clothes.
Shelley felt the heat from the warmth of his breath. Her hand sprung out and gripped his shoulder fiercely. Shelley swirled her hips in leisurely circles in his face. She sighed and raked her nails over his shoulder.
Mr. Coffee ran his hand up to the button of her pants. Shelley tensed up and stopped her movements. She opened her eyes wide and looked down. Mr. Coffee flinched, threw his hands up, and sat back.
"What is wrong?" Mr. Coffee asked.
"I don't know. I am trying to say that I want you to; oh, my goodness you have no idea the things that I have imagined. My hesitation is I am torn between what I want and what I want it to turn out to be." Shelley said.
"Look, I will respect whatever you want. Shelley, you are confusing me, though. I can't take all of this, and it is too much. I want you and you want me. Being an adult means that we can both just go for it."
"That is correct, but what about when the sun comes up? I like you. I don't want to risk right now for happily never after. There is no reason to throw my self-esteem in the trash. We need meanings in life and our decision."
"You're right, Shelley. I was not sure if that thing that happened at the meeting was what I felt. It could have been just me, but I thought you were different and special from the start. I will be honest, I would love to please you. You just got this sexy way about how you carry yourself. I like that. I cannot explain it just yet but as much as I want you, I can take this as quickly or slowly as we need. I had better get out now. I am human, and right now I'm about four seconds from the beast mode."
Shelley stepped back and moved to the side. Mr. Coffee stood up. He walked to the door, opened it, and walked out on the porch. Shelley walked over to the doorway and leaned against the frame. The cool fresh night air cascaded over her face.
Mr. Coffee stood with his hands in his pockets. His back was to her while he looked up to the sky. When she stepped out onto the porch and laid her hand on his muscular shoulder, he stayed still. Mr. Coffee heaved a loud sigh.
Shelley tugged at his shirt until he turned around to face her. Her eyebrow raised and she gasped, once she saw his face in the bright moonlight. Mr. Coffee struggled to put on a straight face, but it was evident by the upturned corners of his mouth that he had smiled, just a bit before. She raised her hand to her mouth and giggled.
"I would have happily taken your morals out in a trash bag and thrown them away for a least a couple of hours in that tonight, Shelley." Mr. Coffee said.
Shelley snuggled up close to him. She relaxed against his massive frame when he wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her arm. Shelley heard him sniff her hair and looked up at him. She saw his eyes had closed.
"Why did you walk away like that? I think that I upset you. What were you thinking? "Shelley said.
"Sometimes, I think, it is best to walk away from a situation and look at it differently for a moment. You will learn that about me as we get to know each other better." Mr. Coffee replied.
"Oh, that does not tell me what you were thinking, though."
"I will tell you but you have one condition, and that is you have to say to me what you thought when you dug your nails into my back in there on the sofa."
"I was thinking to open every closure on your clothes. To lick and nibble on every part of you all the way down to the fat wet kitty in your jeans, and then top the night off with you on top of my lap while I am deep inside of you. I am the only kind of man that can do that for you just right, trust me. I am glad that you stopped me, though. I do not want to look back at my future wife and feel sorry about tonight. Now it is your turn, sexy. What was on your mind? I'm just praying that whatever it is you will save it just for me."
Mr. Coffee smiled. He looked down at her face. He saw her bat her eyelashes coyly. Shelley got on her tip toes and moved in toward his right ear,
"I was thinking how good it would feel to grind myself into your hot mouth and on your tongue. I wondered if my thighs would tremble as if I was in the midst of a royal seizure of naughty contraband. Whether you would be able to look behind the mask, see the woman, and make love to that woman with your oral skills and then your stiff shaft. I want to know and forever remember the look on your face when you discover that I can suck a golf ball through eight feet of garden hose without choking. I want to feel tears of joy when I settle comfortably on your hard spear, and we become one with a unique rhythm."
"How poetically phrased, but still, you said when we do earlier?"
"When we do explosive does not describe what the potential. You might want to film this naked, raw, and real so we can look back when we are old and married and think back to the purpose of that first kind hello. Baby, I want our offspring to know the kind of rare love story that this old told us did not exist. We are a love story unfolding. Please, I think we have both waited long enough, and you have been worth the wait. I can get fucked anywhere. Boy, did you see this ass?"
Mr. Coffee stiffened and then he pulled away from Shelley and walked back to the top of the stairs. He looked out and up to the night sky. Shelley heard him exhale. He then turned around and looked at her for a long second, afterward.
"Yeah, I did, and that this one is about be my first, my last, and my everything. Some of the best I have ever had." Mr. Coffee whispered.
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"What are we doing?" Shelley asked.
Mr. Coffee stopped and slowly pulled back. He was few inches taller than Shelley, but her body fit comfortably in his arms. His chest swelled as he inhaled a deep breath. He bit down on his lip and looked in her face. His eyes searched her face to understand.
Shelley laid her forehead on his chest and sighed. The sweet taste of his lips on hers had left a warm sensation that would not go away quickly. She had to slow down. Shelley had sensed that whatever would become of their friendship was something that would be unlike anything she had experienced before.
He exhaled at last. The sound of his heartbeat banged loud enough for Shelley to hear it. The bulge in between them was clear evidence of his arousal, to her. He cleared his throat.
"When you brushed your lips across mine, I thought that you wanted…" Mr. Coffee explained.
Shelley gently rubbed the small of his back. She closed her eyes tightly. She struggled not to look up into his eyes. An animalistic impulse to tear off his shirt and plant soft luscious kisses down to his navel overwhelmed her. Shelley shivered in his arms.
"I think that my mind is captivated with some thoughts that are less than lady like about you, at the moment. When we make it to the point that I take you into my bed, even if it is only for one night, I want it to be special." Shelley said.
Mr. Coffee raised his hands and caressed her shoulders. She tensed all over from his touch. He massaged her lightly for a few moments. Soon she felt his hands roam farther down her back and rest on her flared hips.
"I like that you said when and not if." Mr. Coffee replied.
Shelley smiled. She forced herself to look at him. Her heart warmed over when she saw him grin. He had a crooked smile that showed a single dimple on the right side of his face. His skin was smooth and clear. She reached up and gently ran her thumb across his cheek.
"I think I had better go now. Holding on to you like this feels so damn good. Too damn right." Mr. Coffee said.
Mr. Coffee began to untangle himself from their embrace. Shelley held onto to him for a bit, before she half-heartedly let him go. Coolness quickly replaced the heat from where their bodies had meshed. He gasped.
Shelley's body had the nearly the same reaction. There was an immediate desire to grab him and bask in the heat that they created together. Her breasts heaved as she fought to maintain her decision. Still, the closeness of him, his scent, his touch, had a sensual impact on her senses.
Mr. Coffee turned and walked toward the door. When he reached the door, he raised a hand and grabbed the handle. He hesitated. Finally, he turned the knob and pulled the door open. Mr. Coffee turned to where Shelley last stood to say goodbye.
A sharp and fresh breeze wafted through the open door. The night sky sparkled with the clarity of stars. He opened his mouth. Mr. Coffee looked down at his hand on the knob. He shrugged his shoulders and wiped his face with his free hand.
Shelley walked over to the door. She placed her hand on top of his. Her fingers looked so small compared to the size of his hands when she laid hers over him. Shelley pushed the door closed.
She grabbed his arm and pulled him until he turned around. Shelley placed her hand in the center of his chest, once he did. Mr. Coffee stepped back until the closed door pressed against his broad shoulders. Shelley reached out and put her arms around his neck.
"Shelley, what are you doing to me? " Mr. Coffee moaned.
Shelley leaned up and pecked his lips once, and then again. Little by little, she parted her lips and let her pent up the passion for him out. She slid a hand between them and began to caress the swollen knot in front of his slacks. Her small hand traced the outline of him down his thigh.
Mr. Coffee reached up and grasped a handful of her hair, again. He tugged until she leaned her head back. Mr. Coffee stared down at her with flared nostrils. She whimpered when he bent down and returned her kiss with a fixated appetite for more of her.
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Shelley went home. As soon as she was inside and seated comfortably on the sofa, a thought occurred to her. She had not called Kyrie back. Shelley often got lost in her mind, whenever time allowed.
She was sure that Kyrie was not worried. Shelley and Kyrie had been through a lot together. While Shelley was more reserved and laid back, Kyrie was the open one that would call if she sensed something was wrong. Shelley had admired that about her. It was something that they both had in common, the ability to speak their mind. The difference was how they went about it.
Shelley reached inside of her purse and pulled out her cell phone. She opened the screen and saw that Kyrie had sent a text message. She read it and laughed aloud. Shelley pushed the call button and waited.
'Hello," Kyrie said.
"No, I did not kidnap him and chain him up in my basement to use as a sex slave," Shelley said.
Shelley could not help but laugh after she did. Kyrie laughed too. The women held the phone until their giggles subsided. Shelley wiped a tear that formed from the corner of her eye and took a deep breath.
"Well, it isn't as if you have not…" Kyrie gushed.
"Bup, bup, bup. I am going to have you cut you off right there. Those are rumors." Shelley said.
"That's your story?"
"I did not know that I needed a story. The last time I saw him, he was perfectly fine and in good spirits. Besides, we both know that IF I was the type actually to snatch up a grown man and use him repeatedly as a sex slave. He is not going to tell another living soul. I do not believe that I have ever met a man stupid enough to run around complaining that an undercover freak took advantage of the dick."
"Shit, if he had any sense he would tell everybody that would listen and sign language it to deaf people or write a note."
"Look; he took the picture down. We kicked it right quick on a friendly tip. That was it. I agreed that I would take another picture at a later time. I did that. I was way in the back like the "Weekend" at the Grammy's, but I kept my end of the bargain."
"So you were like the only nig…"
"Seriously, look I have a lot to do. I'll get to you some other time."
"Okay, then. I got my shovel and…"
"Girl, get off my damn phone!"
Shelley hung up and fell back on the couch. She laughed until her sides hurt. Shelley imagined that Kyrie was in stitches herself. They did not talk often but when they did it was always a hilarious exchange.
Shelley put her hand out to lay her phone on the table. It vibrated before she could. Shelley sighed and checked it. It was another text message. She opened it, and a sly smile spread across her face. Although Shelley did not recognize the number, the words had given her a clue as to the sender.
"I do not know if you are busy or not right now, but you did threaten to at least show some skin." The message read.
Shelley blushed and closed her phone. She rose and pulled the top of her dress down. Her plump breasts jiggled. Slowly, Shelley rolled the dress down the over the flare of her hips and let is cascade down around her ankles.
She stepped from the pile of silk that had covered her naked brown skin. Shelley lay back on the couch and spread her thighs. She ran her hand over her fleshy mound and moaned. Her clitoris throbbed and began to swell.
"Mr. Coffee has had plenty of fair warning. Now, even Kyrie will not think to check on him. He must be famished to text me directly. How cruel it would be not, at least, to give him a little cream." Shelley said.
She took her index finger and slipped it between her open lips. Clear fluid coated her finger. Shelley pulled her finger from her and licked it. The sweet flavor of her juices made her suck greedily. Shelley closed her eyes and leaned all the way back onto the sofa pillows.
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Shelley stood up and stretched. Her thoughts of Mr. Coffee had taken up more time than she had intended to invest. Shelley decided to get on with her life, as it were. She walked over to her closet and slid back the doors. Shelley chose a rainbow striped silk dress and covered her naked body with it. She gathered her purse, keys, and cellphone.
"I have to get out of here for a while. This person is driving me nuts, and it appears that he is not available. I will not lower myself by fucking around with someone that is already in a relationship. Thank goodness, I had him in my thoughts before anything serious happened. Creeping with him could have got hurtful for mu heart and awkward for us when we crossed paths again." Shelley moaned aloud.
She walked toward the door. Shelley grabbed the doorknob and sighed. She shoved her cell phone inside her purse. No sooner than she had, her phone vibrated. Shelley shrugged her shoulders and opened the door.
The sun cast a bright light on the world outside. Shelley raised her hand to her brow and squinted. She turned, locked her door, and strolled down the steps to her car. When Shelley opened the car door and slid in, she quickly pulled down the visor, before she started the car. The radio blared loudly, the moment her car started.
"Thank you for joining us on HOT 107.5, all local, unlike that "other" station. We headed to the nine o'clock hour and our, Bytch Please segment "Foolish said.
Shelley giggled. She reached over and lowered the volume on her radio. Then Shelley pulled out of her parking spot and into traffic. She leaned in the seat and hit the power button to roll down her window. A gentle breeze swirled around through her hair.
Her stomach growled which reminded her that she had not eaten breakfast. She drove down the road until she saw a strip mall on Gratiot. Shelley pulled into the lot and parked. She turned her car off.
She pulled her keys from the ignition and dropped them in her purse. Her hand brushed across her cell phone. The device vibrated against the back of her hand. Shelley sighed, clasped it in her hand, and pulled it out. Shelley looked at her screen and saw missed messages.
The phone vibrated once more. Shelley pushed the screen to check her messages. The first one contained a link. Shelley followed it. A page opened up, and Shelley started to read it and then clutched her throat suddenly.
"Abandoned Property, he is abandoned property huh? I get many emails because someone's account has been hacked, I wonder if that is this is real. Wait that is him." Shelley whispered.
Shelley read the whole page. She shook her head back and forth. She scrolled down, and there was another picture of Mr. Coffee. He leaned up against a wall with his hands in pockets. Shelley inhaled.
She enlarged the photo. Shelley looked at the expression on his face. His face appeared flirty and hopeful. Shelley thought it was a good picture. Still, in his eyes, she saw something that disturbed her.
She felt her body heat up. Shelley bit her lip. Her heart pounded. Mr. Coffee had been abandoned, which meant that she was not mistaken about what she thought she saw in his eyes. He was alone inside, and she had sensed it.
She looked over the page and saw his Twitter feed. She scrolled through it. She laughed out loudly. Shelley wiped tears of joy from her eyes.
"I heard that you been thinking about me too. Shit, I thought it was just me. Brunch, a little wine, what you want to do ma? You like the movies. Get your man, let's spend a little time together."
Shelley closed her browser and smiled. She looked out of the window. The parking lot had begun to fill with cars. She then realized that she still had not eaten breakfast. She decided to grab breakfast to go. Shelley wanted to go back to her house and think it through alone. Shelley checked her next message. She frowned while she read it and closed her notes. She did not have time to entertain negative gossip about other people.
"Trying to discourage me from going to him, "Bytch Please, mind your own business. We got this." Shelley mumbled.
She turned the key in her ignition. Shelley turned the radio up and pulled out of her spot. "Corporate Thuggin" blared from her speakers. She pulled her dress up over her knees and rested her hand on her thigh near her bare treasure. Shelley knew where to find him.
"Did you see him lick his lips like that, Shelley. You know he did that on purpose. Yeah, he might be a real person with a real heart, but sexual attraction is a part of human nature. Admit it. He makes you wet in a way that you like. Maybe it is his potential as a future mate, and maybe he has aroused your basic animal instincts. You have had a true lover that could not do that even if the person spit on it first. Both ways, you two have attracted each other, and he wants to see you. You know that you want to see him too. Life is too short not to have happy thoughts whenever you can. Love is risky, so get your man, get to know him, and take the risk. You have been self-assessing the matter." Shelley decided.
She relaxed. Shelly was wise enough to know that an incredible imaginary romp in the sack amounted to fantasy. She suspected that he had encountered the same problem as she often did. People caught up in the outer image. She knew that how that felt.
Finally, her weekend had begun to make sense. Shelley realized that she had flashed her id too. His heart had called out to the part of her that focused on her pleasure and ignited a match. There are three unique parts of the human personality. The id was the portion that searched for the fulfillment of desires otherwise known as the pleasure principle. She had to contain her response until she returned home. It was at that point that she sent back her message to him.
"Yes, a self-assessment is a real thing before you fuck a total stranger. Know your worth and what you want first. We want to get to know each other and trust that once we do, somebody will be paying for a new headboard." Shelley whispered.
Shelley slowed down for a yellow light. She turned her radio up another notch. She could tell now that she was heavy on Mr. Coffee's mind. Her radio station returned from a commercial break. She looked down at the face of the radio and grinned.
"This is DJ Base, coming through your speakers. I stopped by to wish you all a "GOOD MERNIN," we gonna slow it down for the mature and sexy lovers for a moment." She heard.
Shelley pushed her foot on the gas and slowly rolled across the intersection. She could not help but snicker to herself. It was as if Mr. Coffee had stereotyped a response to her thoughts on air. Shelley rode along and listened to the throwback "Two Occasions".
"Me too baby, me too." She said.
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Shelley had given up on the not thinking about Mr. Coffee. He seemed to invade her thoughts at random. Her sex had not helped either. He had definitively gotten her attentions.
She logged back into her profile and checked her messages. She gasped. Mr.Coffee had sent her an additional communication. She giggled while she read the note.
"Hey, you said I was right about something, but your message was not clear." He wrote.
She thought it was an attempt to continue their conversation on friendly terms. She felt a less guilt than before when she had used him repeatedly to satisfy her insatiable lust. She began to type a note to suggest that they talk at the next gathering. First, she needed to find out more about him.
She flipped through his photos. Her heart dropped. He had a significant other or, at least, it appeared that there had been someone in his life. Shelley was partially disappointed but not surprised. He was an attractive man that seemed to have his life in order. His profession was one that required charm, so she thought that it made sense that someone would have fallen for him. Shelley had already decided that she could fall for his type.
She sighed. Her journey to get to know more about him had started. Once Shelley had begun to nose around, she wanted to know more. She opened a new browser and read some of the excerpts of his work. His work was neatly composed, and Shelley cringed.
She wanted her version of Mr. Coffee. Her fantasy lover that was uncommitted, equally passionate, and a skilled lover with intelligent conversation. The kind of man the gives you butterflies. The kind that stirs the grown and sexy until you want to put on lingerie and pin your hair up, and wait for him to come to you, Shelley wanted to sip wine, talk and then screw his brains out. The reality of life pinched her hard.
Shelley looked over his site and then clicked on a blog link. She smiled as she read the content. He was into poetry. She sat and read every page. Shelley loved poetry which is how she had ended up at the meeting. His words flowed smoothly and precisely to her, both in person and on screen.
Shelley had experience with many of the fine arts. Poetry and literature were much like Mr. Coffee, to her. Each person had their flavor that they enjoyed. As the saying went, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder(Oliver Platt)" She found his unedited thoughts inspired and unique.
Shelly twirled her desk chair and looked at her empty bed. The crumpled sheets told the story of her love life. She had broken it off with Blake, and she might never get a sip of Mr. Coffee. Shelley began to tap her fingers nervously, on the side of the chair.
"Okay Shelley, you ending up with Blake for this reason. Just because you were single and impatient. Companionship had started to become important to you. You have gone to great lengths to avoid a serious one. What did this man do that is different about him, for you. Come on girl, think. Every other piece of eye candy only got as far a one stand in your fantasies, for the past few years. Hell, you even fantasize the part where you throw them out and tell him that "a single man can go home and use his bathroom and toothbrush." This guy just hangs around your mind. You are thinking too hard. " Shelley grumbled.
Shelley swung her chair back towards her computer. She began to close the browser windows. The last one happened to be a picture of Mr. Coffee from his website. He stood poised and waited. He appeared slightly anxious, to her. She reached out and gingerly touched the screen with her index finger.
She gasped and quickly pulled her hand back. Her heart began to pound hard She thought that she could hear her heart echo in her ears. Shelley's nostrils flared, and she inhaled sharply.
The sensation had shocked her. Somehow the connection had been established. She was beyond his heart and in their combined thoughts and he could too. His chi had called out to her, in the most intimate way possible. She could not turn that off quickly. First, she needed to decide, if she wanted to turn it off at all.
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Shelley smiled and picked up the toothpaste and began to squeeze the tube. She lifted her other hand towards her face. Shelly looked down to aim the paste and burst into a soft giggle. She still held the vibrator in her hand.
"This is probably not an ideal way to brush my teeth huh? Too bad this is not coffee flavored then it might have been fun to try it at least." Shelley snickered to her.
She laid the device on the edge of the sink and turned the spigot to warm. The whoosh of the water brought a welcomed sense of focus for her. She took her toothbrush from its holder, put the paste on, and brushed her teeth. When she finished, Shelley returned her items to their proper places.
Shelley washed and moisturized her face. She saw her fluffy peach colored robe that hung on the back of the bath door. She grabbed it and wrapped it around her. Shelley turned to leave the bathroom and gasped. She remembered that she had forgotten to wash her plaything and put it away. She quickly did so and then made her way to the kitchen for coffee.
It took only a few moments to make a cup of fresh hot coffee. Once she had poured a cup, she took it to her bedroom with her. Shelley sat the cup down on her computer desk and flopped down in the chair. She swung her feet and contemplated on what to do first for the day. Shelley picked up her cup and began to sip from it.
"Okay, no more Mr. Coffee for just a little while. You have things to do so get going!" Shelley scolded herself.
She pulled down her organizer and began to write out her to do list and put numbers by them in order of importance. Soon she had narrowed the list down to critical priorities. She put little faces next to each thing that matched how she felt about the task. She stood up, stretched, and went to kneel on the side of her bed. Her priority was to make the most important call of the day, for her.
"Hey, it is me again. I just wanted to say thank you for all that you do for me. Looking after them precious little monsters that I birthed and the rest of the family and friends, always making a way out of no way for me, and loving and forgiving me when even I find it hard to do. I know that I have asked a thousand times am I meant to be a mate and could you send the right one my way. Well today, I realized that maybe I asked the question wrong. There are many ways about myself I like and some things I think need to change. Today, I was wondering if you could help me cultivate myself so that I can be ready when that happens. However, it turns out, thank you in advance. It is getting somewhat weary being a single woman. I think I have been at this too long. Those kids have grown up, and they do not need me as much. I spend all my time focused on my job, the house, and other things that are nice to have, but I would rather share my life with the same species. The dog has resorted to licking his paws when I come in from work and giving the "will you please shut up and feed me face". You have already given more than what I probably deserve, but if you see fit to let allow me to be the light of someone's day, I think I would like that. I am sure that you will let me know in your way how you feel about my request. Oh, and before I forget, you made me, so you know all about me, most likely, before the day is over, I am going to do a bunch of stuff that is wrong, so please continue to forgive me. The people that journeyed with you were regular people like me, so I still have faith that anything possible. Although you are much better than I could hope to be, we both knew that I would have come back and punched Judas in throat quicker than lightening. In any case, I digress, the point is thanks bunches for everything, and I love you too."
Shelley got up and smiled. Her mother had taught her to show gratitude for her life. She had not forgotten the proper words, but Shelley was not one for a ritual. She would be the first to acknowledge that she was terrible at "modern politics and showboating." She was more comfortable just to keep her prayers simple, without the fanfare.
She realized that it was early, and the streets were still quiet. Soon traffic would be zipping past, the phone calls would start, and the worries of the day would begin to pile on. She was ready for whatever came her way now. That quiet talk in private always seemed to give her the strength to face anything. The words changed based on what her issues were, but she had long ago learned that when she confronted the day, that her first order of business should be in line, and that business was gratitude for the life that she already had.
Shelley walked over to her desk and looked at the list. Laundry was next on the list. It had a smiley face on it. She gathered her used clothes from around her room and carted them to the hamper. Shelley stopped in the kitchen on her way to the laundry room and turned on the radio.
Joe Budden's "Another Used To Be" crooned soulfully through the speakers. Shelley tilted her head and pursed her lips. She turned up the volume and opened the door to the laundry room. Shelley found her humming the words while she loaded the wash. After she had closed the lid of the washer, she went back to her room to see what was next on the list. The music made her chores seem like a breeze to her.
Shelley quickly worked her way through the list until lunchtime. She grabbed her plate from the fridge that she had not eaten the day before and took it to her desk. She had begun to write, and the process meant that she needed to spend time on it every day that she could. The writing was not new to her. She had spent countless hours as a teen and through most of her life on it.
She had volumes of things that she had written over the years from her daily life, to stories and poetry. Sometimes, she just went back and read them. In them, she found some of her the memories of some of her greatest joys like the birth of her children. She also found days on end where she had written about the pain and heartache of a relationship not meant to happen. It was difficult to relive those moments, but she was glad that she had written them down.
In those journals, she found a common theme. That theme was the desire to leave the relationship that she had been in for too long. Over and again, Shelley listed the headache of daily struggles to stay with someone that she did not like as a person. In the first half of them, she blamed her mate for not understanding and appreciating her worth. In the end, Shelley confronted the only person that had kept in that situation, and that was herself. Shelly took a little time to decide that she was the person that decided what she was worth and moved on.
She had also taken notes on her relationship with Blake. It was evident from her writings about Blake, that although he wanted something with her, Shelley never expressed that same want about him. She took that as a lesson learned and for quite some time, she had been distant. Their physical relationship had fizzled out to nothing. Shelley knew that intimacy was important to her, even critical on her list of must-haves. Nevertheless, so was trust and she did not believe Blake in the ways that would allow them to go deeper into each other.
Shelley leaned on her desk and rested her face in her palm. Slowly but surely, Mr. Coffee made his way into her thoughts. She wondered what he did for fun, what his hopes and dreams were, where was he from, and did he have a wife among other things. The realness of her questions disturbed her. It suddenly made Mr. Coffee a person and not a ghost made of fantasy.
"You have fantasized, romanticized, and mentally had your way with this person. What would you do if you took him from your wicked world of daydreams and passion filled nights and saw him as a real person? "Shelley inquired aloud.
Shelley shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. She did not know. Shelly knew how to find out. She decided that she would do her and cross that bridge when she came to it. She could feel in the core of her soul that she had not seen the last of Mr. Coffee. She was a woman of action and eventually she would see to it, even if she had to arrange it herself.
"Oh wow, I hope it is a day that I am wearing panties." Shelley moaned.
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Shelley blinked several times and then squinted. Sunlight flowed through her partially open bedroom curtains and window. She lifted her head up and groaned. A solid object was lodged in her right thigh. She frowned and rolled up and off the piece. She reached for it.
When she wrapped her fingers around the toy, it was warm. Shelley shuddered. The memory of Mr. Coffee was as fresh as the air that blew under the ledge of the window. She rolled onto her back and sighed with the device still her hand.
Shelly lay there and thought about what she wanted to do for the day. It was Sunday, and she still had not done her chores from the day before. She slid her naked body down to the end of the bed and sat up. She looked back at the empty bed and uneven sheets.
Once she managed to stand up, she felt her toes tingle. She looked down, saw an indentation on her thigh, and rubbed it. She realized that at some point during her rendezvous, she had at last fallen into a light sleep for a while. Although one of her feet had gone to sleep, it was quickly recovering.
She looked over in her dresser mirror at her. Her curly hair was pushed flat on one side. She began to giggle when she took in the big picture of her. She moved closer to see her face better. Shelley shook her head back and forth.
She saw pressure lines from the sheets on her face. Her thigh had turned pale where she had lain on the toy all night. However, she also saw the skin on her body glowed, and her cheeks blushed. She smirked.
"Who does this person think he is? I look like beautiful chaos. How dare he just seduce ME like that! He knew damn well what he was doing when he started licking that coffee cup like that. I cannot stand for this. If he thinks he's going to end up in my house in my bed, he better think again." She muttered to her.
Shelley ran her finger down the side of her leg slowly. She considered her an attractive woman. Her small breasts were still firm and perky. Her hips flared out into sinewy curves. Her thighs were plump. She adored her creamy chocolate skin. At them moment, she speculated he would like her skin too.
She left her room and walked through the house to the bath. She walked over to the medicine cabinet and opened it. She reached in, pulled down the toothpaste, and sat it on the edge of the sink. She closed her eyes for just a moment and immediately she saw his deep beautiful brown eyes.
She breathed slowly. She was determined not to be submissive to the thought of him all day. Especially, not after what she did for a good portion of the night. She felt a small twinge of soreness between her thighs from her activities when she walked. Again, she smiled as she recalled the details of her fantasy with Mr. Coffee.
"You think that it's a good idea to straddle a grown ass man while you are naked?" Mr. Coffee asked.
"What are going to do about it?' Shelley teased.
He pulled her close to him, and she nestled her face into the pillow with the scent of his cologne stuck in her nostrils. He gently traced the outline of her body from her spine. He finally let his hands rest under the cleft of her cheeks. Mr. Coffee pulled her forward until her damp lips touched his throbbing dick.
"What do you want little lady. You sat your naked ass on my lap. Is this what you came for? Huh. I mean I really can appreciate your position on this so if you want it, you can get it." He responded.
"Did you think I wasn't? I am a grown, sexy woman. I think I have a good idea of what I am doing. The question is what are you going to do with me sitting on your laptop, bucked naked." She asked.
Bit by bit, he began to inch his way into her tight, slick walls. She bit down on his shoulder and suppressed a scream. Her tongue slid over the satin covered pillow. The bulbous head of him surged insistently into the narrow entrance.
Shelley tensed. He pulled back a tad until he was barely inside of her. Shelley took a deep breath and clutched the sheet tighter when he plunged even deeper inside of her -beautiful frame. After several strokes, she had begun to give a little to accommodate the tremendous girth of him.
Mr. Coffee dug his fingers into the soft folds of her ass. He seemed determined to motivate her to a satisfying ending. She felt him flex himself within her walls. Her legs had begun to quiver violently in response to his hard strokes. At last, she whined while her juices rolled down the sides of him.
"Shit " Mr. Coffee groaned through clenched teeth.
At the height of her orgasm, the walls of her treasure grasped him tightly and repeatedly. Shelley kept her head down, and her eyes firmly shut. She gasped for air. Shelly listened to his words while she enjoyed the feel of him spew warm cream to meet her juices.
"It's so good, so good, for real love." Mr. Coffee chanted.
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