The Cafe

Sat in the parkland area, waiting for her. The question on my mind was, would she turn up. Observing the location, all I could hear were dogs barking and geese honking as they basked in a few of the overlooking farmers fields.

Other sounds were coming from the trees rustling and children’s shrieks and screams as they played with the life rafts on the reservoir under supervision from the instructors from the local activity camp.

Looking at his watch beginning to think that she was going to be late, realizing that he’d looked at his watch a few seconds ago. Thinking she was going to be a no show as she constantly teased him.

Looking up, there she was with long flowing blonde hair, down over her shoulders, wearing her Dana Scully glasses. Wrapped in her long black trench coat, tied at the waist. Looking more like a secretary, with her hands stuffed deep in her pockets.

Inspecting her legs a little closer, she looked to have silk stockings on, walking up to him, still taking short meaningful strides. Her heels taping a tune as she walked. His beating faster, thinking all the more just how stunning she is.

With his pounding heart, taking a deep breath leaning back against the bench, closing his eyes, feeling his penis straining in his jeans.

“Excuse me” the voice said, waking him from his day dreaming moment.

Opening his eyes to look up to see this pretty face staring down at him. Blinking now.

“Hi Mary”

Instantly straddling him on the bench, slapping his face before pressing her lips up against his. Slipping her tongue deep inside his mouth. Beginning to kiss, as her hands drop from his face moving down his chest, her fingers slowly explored towards the bulge within his jeans.

“Mmmmm” she muttered in his ear...

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... with his rock hard cock, feeling himself tightening inside her, until he shot his load in waves inside that pussy of hers.

Now filled with a combination of juices running from her wet sticky hole, still empty his sack, he falls on top of her and sucks one of her breasts, teasing the nipple with his teeth, panting all the while.

Pushing him off her forcefully, she reaches into her coat pocket to pull out her thong, wipes the mess between her legs, which now becomes wet sticky. Then picks up his boxers and does the same.

“Next time you put these on, think of me and this mess we have made” she told him “as next time it will be for a lot longer!”

With that she inhaled deeply, composed herself, put her coat on and before she finished button her coat up, blew him a kiss and headed around the bush, then was back on the path and disappeared away into the afternoon.