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My Cup of Morning Coffee

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Allie
Allie is a 30-year-old struggle artist who’s never had a serious relationship. She’s tried her luck with both men and women but always seems to strike out. She’s hopeful that she’ll find her soul mate and is open to trying new things.
Layla
Layla is a 31-year-old yoga instructor who also volunteers part-time at the local library. A closet-nerd, Layla loves reading, doing puzzles, and walks in the rain.

The rain reminded me of her. I’m not sure what it was. The peaceful serenity. The unrelenting deluge. Or perhaps it was the wetness. I’d be lying if I said Allie didn’t make me wet. She made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years, with anyone. Male or female. Ever since my husband died six years ago, I’d been searching for a companion. Someone to share intimate conversations, new experiences, and unmatched pleasure. I’d had a few lackluster relationships and even more disappointing sexual encounters, but no one sparked a fire inside me the way Allie did. Her kind eyes, milky white skin, and warm smile put my mind at ease and brought my desire to life. 

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Turning the collar of my coat up, I try to hurry along the pavement, my eyes actively looking for somewhere to shelter from this awful storm. 

It’s been like this for hours now, with no signs of letting up. When I was nestled in the corner of the library it hadn’t been anything other than a soothing sound outside my window, but now I’m forced to make my way home in it, it’s soon lost its charm. My only comfort is that this storm reminds me of the first time I met Layla… 

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My Cup of Morning Coffee

The rain reminded me of her. I’m not sure what it was. The peaceful serenity. The unrelenting deluge. Or perhaps it was the wetness. I’d be lying if I said Allie didn’t make me wet. She made me feel things I hadn’t felt in years, with anyone. Male or female. Ever since my husband died six years ago, I’d been searching for a companion. Someone to share intimate conversations, new experiences, and unmatched pleasure. I’d had a few lackluster relationships and even more disappointing sexual encounters, but no one sparked a fire inside me the way Allie did. Her kind eyes, milky white skin, and warm smile put my mind at ease and brought my desire to life. 

 

It had been days since our last encounter. If you’d even call it an encounter. We’d shared coffee and conversation on three separate occasions, each one memorable in its own way. Each one giving me a deeper insight into this captivating woman. We’d never exchanged phone numbers or contact information, just lustful glances and niceties. I wondered if she daydreamed about me the way I did her. If images of my face flashed through her mind while she touched herself. If she looked for me on the street the same way I was looking for her today.

 

Standing beneath the overhang of our favorite coffee shop, I watched the rainfall in sheets. The library was right around the corner and I wondered if she’d been there today. I hoped so. I squinted hard, trying to make out figures and faces between the raindrops. I thought I spotted her under a few umbrellas and then again beneath the cover of a tan raincoat. But, no. Her body and smile were unforgettable. I’d recognize her even through the heaviest of rain.

 

And that’s when I saw her. Covering her head with an open magazine as she navigated her way through the scrambling bodies.

 

“Allie?!”

 

I called out her name, louder and more eager than I’d planned. 

 

She turned toward me, her eyes illuminated with recognition. 

 

“Oh my God, Layla, what are you doing out in this storm?”

 

“I was visiting a friend,” I lied, not wanting her to know that I had been seeking her out. “And, apparently, left at the worst possible moment.” 

 

I secretly thanked my lucky stars that I’d be standing there, beneath that awning, at that very moment.

 

“No kidding,” Allie said with a playful smirk. “Either you really love rain or have the worst timing ever.”

 

Something like that, I thought to myself but didn’t dare say it.

 

“I’m guessing timing,” I said casually. “Shall we query my bad luck later, once we’re dry?” As much as I want to chat, I’m getting so wet that I doubt my bones are even solid anymore.”

 

I blushed on the inside, thinking how she’d react if she only knew just how wet I was.

 

I brazenly grabbed her hand, dragging her behind me as we both were saturated by the falling rain. Her hand gripped mine tightly, warming my body from the inside out. It didn’t take long for us to reach the shelter of my apartment. I pushed open the green door, pulling her inside and slamming it behind me. The warmth immediately enveloped us, feeling harsh against my cold, wet clothing. 

 

I pulled off my hat.

 

“Christ, that was the most brutal journey home ever!” 

 

I felt like a drowned rat. My nipples were hard and tight against my clothing. Allie looked equally disheveled but just as irresistible as I remembered. 

 

“I don’t know,” Allie said, sheepishly looking toward the floor. “I think it could’ve been worse. Imagine zombies chasing you in the middle of that.”

 

I smirked, laughing at her childlike innocence. For a grown woman, Allie had the spirit of a teenager. It’s one of the things that attracted me to her most. 

 

“Okay, okay, you’re right,” I said, putting up my hands in mock surrender. “That would be much much worse.” 

 

I walked deeper into the apartment, desperate to get out of these wet clothes. I felt Allie’s eyes on me. I secretly hoped she was fantasizing about my ass as her eyes dance across my curves. 

 

I hear Allie’s feet shuffling across the wooden floor. I’m already half undressed now. My damp chest is fully exposed. I’m slowly removing my saturated underwear while simultaneously searching for my sleepwear beneath my duvet cover. Allie’s in the small room with me now. I can feel her. Her eyes are burning into my flesh with the same desire I’ve bestowed upon her so many times before.

 

Without turning to face her yet, I speak.

 

“Enjoying yourself?” 

 

I peek over my shoulder, smirking. Allie’s wet blouse and trousers are clinging to her body. I can’t take my eyes off of her mature, full figure. She has large round breasts that rest comfortably on her stomach. Her wide hips wrap around her body, forming a luscious behind. I bite my bottom lip, imagining my hands on her body. Yearning to touch every inch of her soft, supple skin.

 

I meet her gaze and through pursed lips say, “You know, you’d enjoy yourself more if you just come over here.”

 

I knew I was being forward. That I was taking a chance. What if she rejected me? Was this entire flirtatious exchange a figment of my imagination? But I couldn’t let this beautiful moment pass without at least trying. I’d never forgive myself if I let Allie leave my apartment without knowing how I felt. Without touching her. Tasting her. 

 

I held my breath in anticipation of her next move. 

 

To my surprise and delight, she playfully retorted, “Is that so? Well, I guess I should get my ass into gear then.”

 

Without another word, she bridges the gap between us, bringing her womanly body closer to mine. She pauses a few feet from me and I decide to meet her halfway. I grab her firmly by the crux of her elbows, pulling her in for a kiss. I’ve waited for this moment since our first encounter. She tastes like honey and sunflowers. Her lips are soft and plump. I push them open gently with my own, searching for her tongue. She matches my movements, stroking my tongue with her own. I cradle her face in my hands, rubbing her jaw with my thumb.

 

She whimpers softly into my mouth as her kiss intensifies. 

 

Her hands are on my body now, exploring every curve and line of exposed flesh. I’m completely at her mercy, whereas her body is still cloaked in a layer of wet clothing. I’m in a trance as her strong hands caress my flesh. She gently kneads my breasts, twirling my nipples between her fingertips. I let out a moan, my body relinquishing itself to her. She traces my neck and collar bone with her tongue as her hands slide to rest on my bare ass. She’s squeezing my flesh now, her desire clear. 

 

As we struggle to support ourselves on one another, we lose our footing, tumbling onto the bed. Like giddy teens, we both erupt into a fit of laughter. I let out an internal sigh, thankful for the break in silence and the playful nature of our exchange. I quickly remove Allie’s clothing, which is practically hanging off her body now. She eagerly assists me, wanting to shed the barrier between us. While she can remove her wet clothing, she can’t deny the wetness that I know is building between her legs. 

 

Our legs are intertwined, our forbidden fruit just inches apart as our mouths find one another’s again and we begin moving our bodies in unison. Our mounds are firmly pressed together, my clit growing stiff. Before I can make a move, Allie takes the lead, sliding her hand between my legs, exploring my cunt with her delicate fingers. Her smooth digits slide easily beneath my knickers and into my wetness. I gasp at the unfamiliar, electrifying sensation. Her fingers run the length of my lips and slit with expert precision, tickling and teasing my sweet spot. She skirts the edge without ever breaking the barrier. My body is humming with desire. 

 

“That’s not fair,” I say, playfully pouting. Desperately yearning for her to make entry.

 

“Make it even, then,” Allie says teasingly.

 

Without hesitation, I dip my hand beneath the tight waistband of her panties, instantly greeted by her hot, thick wetness. Her clit is hard and swollen, begging for my touch. Her pussy is sleek and smooth. My fingers easily part her lips, circling her clit with firm pressure. She whimpers into my mouth, her eyes closed as she embraces the feeling. Her legs fall open wider, welcoming my fingers into her most intimate area. 

 

She begins to mimic my movements, pressing against my clit with urgency. Our mouths are on one another as we share whimpers and whines of complete pleasure. Both of our bodies are writhing, gyrating against the other’s touch, slowly coaxing each other to the brink of release. I can feel her body stiffen as she prepares to reach the point of no return. 

 

She grabs my face, forcing my eyes open as we share a deep, intimate stare. Her eyes widen with an intensity I didn’t see before. I hold her gaze as she loses complete control. I want to share this moment together. I grip her hand tightly, grinding hard against her fingers, finding my own path to complete physical abandon. Our bodies shudder as one as we surrender to fits of shaking pleasure and animalistic moans. Goosebumps cover my entire body and I climax from deep within my belly. I open my eyes, wanting to see Allie’s face as she too loses all control. 

 

Our heavy breathing slows together as we relax into the moment, our naked bodies intertwined in complete satisfaction. I peer at Allie over my bare stomach and we share a content smile.

 

“Coffee?” I ask playfully, referencing our first chance meeting. 

 

Allie nods as I slowly slide down her body and prepare to dismount the bed. My face trails down her frame, coming to rest in front of her gorgeous mound. I inhale slightly, the scent of her sweetness wafting up my nose. That’s when a naughty idea comes over me. I look up at Allie from between her legs, nibbling my lips in anticipation. 

 

“Just a little taste before I go,” I say playfully as I lower Allie’s drenched panties and dip my tongue into her delicious folds.

Turning the collar of my coat up, I try to hurry along the pavement, my eyes actively looking for somewhere to shelter from this awful storm. 

It’s been like this for hours now, with no signs of letting up. When I was nestled in the corner of the library it hadn’t been anything other than a soothing sound outside my window, but now I’m forced to make my way home in it, it’s soon lost its charm. My only comfort is that this storm reminds me of the first time I met Layla… 

Droplets follow my smile lines as I think back to that perfect morning; it was such a normal meeting, if truth be told, yet it held such memories for me. She’d come into my life exactly when I needed a reminder that not everything was shit, and while we’ve only bumped into one another a couple of times since, those meetings have always helped make me feel better. Even as I think this, I know I sound like a lovesick teenager. Here I am, crushing over a woman I hardly know save for the three coffees we’ve shared, when what I should be doing is figuring out how to make this new project yield the results my boss needs it to. 

My fringe now slick to my head in spite of my hood, I remind myself to move now and reminisce later.
— “Allie?!”

Shocked to hear my name, I turn around to see who the mystery voice belongs to. “Oh my God, Layla, what are you doing out in this storm?” What I really want to ask is if she’s somehow able to read minds, given the strangeness of us meeting right this second, right when I’m thinking about her. However, I’m not sure I can ask that without sounding completely insane, and so I decide to keep it normal (well, as normal as possible for me).

“I was visiting a friend and, apparently, left at the worst possible moment!” The way her eyes roll under those dark lashes have me struggling to hide my delight at her being here. 

“No kidding — either you really love rain, or you have the worst timing ever.”

“I’m guessing timing,” Then Layla adds. “Shall we query my bad luck later, once we’re dry? As much as I want to chat, I’m getting so wet that I doubt my bones are even solid anymore.”

Before I have a chance to respond, she’s taken my hand in hers and is pulling me along the street. I have no clue where we’re headed, but I scarcely care, for just the touch of her skin against mine has me inwardly grinning like the cat that got the cream. By the time I manage to control the thumming of my heart, I’m being bundled inside a pastel green door, its letterbox flap clanging as Layla hastily slams it shut.

“Christ, that was the most brutal journey home ever!” She jokes, pulling off her beanie hat to reveal dripping wet locks of greying brunette hair underneath; even when she’s as sodden as a drowned rat, she still looks breathtaking. 

“I don’t know,” I say. “I think it could have been way worse — imagine zombies chasing you in the middle of that.” 

“Okay, okay, you’re right, that would be much much worse.” Layla’s eyes twinkling with that natural kittenish that’s all her own, she sashays past me and further into her apartment. I try not to eyeball her as she moves, but her hips are so mesmerising, the way they sway akin to leaves caught on a gentle breeze. 

It’s been years since I’ve done anything this reckless. Normally I’m so controlled with my behaviour, thinking every action through with the utmost care. But she brings something out in me that few have ever managed to; she takes me back to my youth, to when I was a carefree teenager. When I’m around her, who I am now, the 55 year old woman that everyone sees, suddenly becomes insignificant. 

Deciding that it would be best to actually follow her, I make my way down the hallway and into her place. What greets me is a humble but pleasant studio apartment. There’s not much room to really spread out, but the open space helps give the illusion of freedom that the layout lacks. As my eyes gaze over more of her keepsakes, they finally fall onto her changing form, her body all but exposed as she reaches around inside her bedsheets for her nightwear. 

Layla is sublime. I’ve seen many women younger than her unable to exude such raw sex appeal: those curves, the way her breasts fill out her bra, the way her faint stretchmarks have a silvery sheen, how supple her skin looks in spite of her age. All of it helps create the true beauty that she is, one that someone has foolishly overlooked. But not me. I can see her for what she truly is, my only hope is that she feels the same way. 

“Enjoying yourself?”

I blush as I focus back in on her, my thoughts trying to quieten themselves at the prospect of being civilised. It’s no use, however, as Layla knows all too well where my thoughts were and indeed what I was thinking about. Although I suspect she doesn’t mind given the smirk on her features. 

“You know, you’d enjoy yourself more if you just come over here.” She cooes, her voice sultry.

“Is that so? Well, I guess I should get my ass into gear then.” I joke, though inside my body is on fire with the notion of being able to finally touch this magnificent woman more intimately.

My feet move quickly, crossing the distance between us with ease so that there’s nothing but an inch of air between us. I want to make a move but I feel too scared to act, my nerves getting the better of me as I think about how long it’s been since I’ve been with another person. Fortunately, Layla isn’t as shy. She takes me by the mouth, her lips cushioned against my own as she gently explores me; there’s a tentativeness to her exploration, one I match with my own as I relax into our kiss. 

Our bodies having closed that final gap, allow our hands to roam over one another in search of new sensations. Unlike Layla, I have a virtually unhindered path to every fine curve of hers, therefore allowing me to caress and stroke her as her body falls into my hands. There’s so much of her that I want to touch all at once that I don’t know where to go first, all I know is that I want to make every inch of her sing with pleasure. I want her to come undone around my fingers while she breathes my name. 

Lost in the intensity of the moment, we both lose our footing at the same time, the two of us toppling against her bed with an almighty thud. For a moment there’s silence, then the two of his burst out into fits of laughter as we break from our kiss. Our break from one another doesn’t last long, however, especially now that Layla has me down to my underwear too, her hands making fast work of an opportune situation. Both of us now down to our underwear, our legs slide between one another’s, our knees nestled into our covered mounds, lightly applying pressure to tease and tempt. The more I focus my attention there, the more I start to feel her juices moisten my leg. 

Soon I can’t satisfy myself with anything less than my fingers experiencing that wonderful slickness for themselves. Embolden, I stroke up her outer thigh to her hip, then curve my hand around and into her knickers, the satin material easily moving to allow me access. Brushing past the coarse nest of hair there, I rub my finger along the cleft of her lips, the temptation to part her like the petals of a flower almost too great to bear. However, I hold true so that I can tease her with back and forth motions, each time the delicate pressure allowing some of her juices to seep through and onto my skin. 

“That’s not fair,” Layla quips through pouting lips.

“Make it even then.” I tease back, my eyes as hazy as hers as I embrace her touch as she reaches for the band of my underwear and dips below it. Unlike me, Layal wastes no time parting my pussy to find what she seeks, my natural wetness rushing out to meet her as she finds my erect clit and begins to manipulate it with her index and middle fingertips. 

I’m overcome with desire as I open my legs further, my own fingers now following her lead, her clit more swollen and desperate to be touched than my own. When the lightest of my touches grazes the exposed nub, Layla moans into my mouth as we share another impassioned kiss. 

Intertwined upon her crumpled bed sheets, we lose ourselves to one another for what feels like an eternity. Both of us enjoy switching between slow, barely there careeses and deep, sensual massaging, our bodies flexing and grinding as we near the finish line, or at least, this finish line. Although I can feel both of us nearing our climax, I doubt we’ll be content at stopping here. Not when there’s still so much of one another still yet to be explored, and still so much of the day left for us to do so. 

As I come against her fingers, I grip her to me and gaze deep into her eyes; I want her to see how much this moment means to me. Even if it’s to be a random one-off, I need Layla to know that it’s everything I’d hoped of and more. Shuddering into her, I at last hit that sweet spot of hers, her toes curling as she starts to arch her back as the deep, rolling waves of her orgasm take her. Her crescendo of moans drowns out my ebbing breaths as I let go of that last bit of tension. 

I’m pleased that I’m able to come to my senses enough to watch and feel her come for me, the way she moves like a breathtaking painting that captivates you in a gallery. Layla’s eyes close as she groans out my name, her nipples erect, her flesh covered in goosebumps and flushed patches of skin as she releases the built up passion of our time together. 

It takes some time before our minds clear. But when they do, she nuzzles further into my arms and stretches her leg across my stomach, the two of us drained of our energy but happier for it. 

Hitching her head up to look at me, Layla offers me a contented smile before she begins to slide down and off the bed. “Coffee?” She asks with a playful wink, the memory of our meeting as vivid in her mind as it has been mine. 

Matching her smile with my own, loved up expression, I give a nod of my head in agreement. Before she’s fully off the bed however, she pauses at my crotch, her smile turning into a sinful grin, her upper teeth nibbling at her bottom lip as the cogs in her head turn. 

“Just a little taste before I go…” She suggests while she lowers my knickers enough to dip her tongue between my lips and to my wet folds within.

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