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Andy entered his local coffee shop. He was on his lunch break and liked to spend his hour using the free WiFi to browse the web on his tablet, catching up with emails and so forth. On this particular day, the coffee shop was jam-packed and, as he looked around, he could see nowhere to sit. He joined the queue anyway, confident that by the time he had purchased his drink, there would be a free table.A couple of minutes passed and Andy reached the end of the queue, paid for his drink and looked around again. He wandered through the busy floor, scanning the tables as he went and, just as he was prepared to about-face and head in the opposite direction, a voice spoke to him.”Andy? Andy from IT?” the female voice said.Andy turned to see a pretty young girl reading a book, in tight-fitting office attire, with red, shoulder length hair and hazel eyes that looked right at him.”Hi,” he said, not entirely sure who he was talking to. The girl sensed this and quickly attempted to clarify.”Oh sorry, Andy, I’m not sure if you remember me. I’m Lena – I started at the company a month ago and you helped set up my workstation.”Andy winced and apologetically replied, “Damn. Sorry, Lena. Yes I remember now. You’re in accounting, right?””Err – no it’s marketing but never mind.” Andy winced again, clenching his teeth but stayed quiet this time, to avoid further blunders.”Oh well, anyway, I was just going to ask if you wanted this seat here,” she said, looking to the empty seat opposite her.Andy looked around. There was still nowhere else to sit, so he was keen to oblige.”Okay … er … Lena.” he said carefully, almost forgetting her name. “Thanks.”He placed his full cup on the table and sat down in front of her, noticing the cover of her paperback book. It was some steamy, erotic novel – the kind he figured older women read but nowadays they seemed to be all the rage.Without thinking, and for the sake of keeping the conversation going, he asked, “So what’s the book about?” and very quickly wished he hadn’t.Lena blushed. She had clearly been engrossed in the book and oblivious to the rest of the cafe, at the point when she invited Andy to sit. “Well it’s a housewife who decides to start a very ‘specific’ kind of internet-porn site with her husband. Err …””Oh. I see,” Andy said.Lena continued, feeling slightly defensive as if Andy was judging her. “Yes, the kind of site that guys visit a lot. I bet otele gelen escort you know a few.”Andy’s eyes widened, slightly taken aback by her forward remark.”Why should I know a few?” he said. “That’s a bit of a stereotypical remark, don’t you think?”Lena now felt like the pot was calling the kettle black. She shook her head and looked down at the table, smiling.”Come on, Andy. Are you telling me you’re the only guy in the country who doesn’t look at internet porn?” she said sarcastically.Andy knew he was trapped here. “Well … I didn’t say I don’t, I just said that was a stereotypical remark.”Lena felt a wicked curiosity come over her. She leaned forward a bit and lowered her voice.”It’s gay porn isn’t it, Andy?” she said cheekily.”Err I don’t think so,” Andy retorted, feeling affronted.Lena chuckled. “I’m just kidding. I know about you and what’s-her-name at reception. It’s common knowledge in the office.”Andy looked down at his coffee. “Oh. Well I’m not so sure that’s still on,” he said, giving little away.Lena liked hearing this. Andy was a very good looking young man. Twenty two or twenty three she thought, a couple of years younger than her. He was always well turn-out at work and his neatly fitting suits showed off a sharp, well maintained physique beneath.Eager now to keep the subject of conversation on sex, Lena persisted. “So come on, Andy, what’s your poison then? What porn are you going to be surfing for on any given evening at home, trousers down, tissues at the ready?” she said.Now Andy blushed, but REALLY blushed. She had painted a very explicit picture and directed it at him.She felt bad and sat slightly back again. “Sorry, Andy – didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed … but … ” she went on ” … I won’t tell if you want to tell me! It’s this book, you see. It’s made me curious.”Andy thought what the hell. She probably had seen most of these sites anyway. He gave her the brushed-over version.”Okay, well I do sometimes look at quite hardcore sites, you know, proper guy stuff that would probably offend girls, and that sort of thing.”Slightly offended by his patronising and evasive answer, she cut to the chase.”Get real, Andy. What are we talking about here? Anal? MILFs? Whips and chains? Bukakke? Come on, stop being a big girl!” she teased ironically.Feeling like a game of truth or dare, Andy balgat escort rose to the bait. “Anal does it for me. I like fit girls, much like yourself, getting fucked senseless in their arses.”Lena stayed quiet but looked on, smiling.He continued. “Oh and blow jobs. I like big sloppy deep throat blow jobs, where the girls are gagging on huge cocks until their eyes water.”That was more like it, she thought. Lena responded, “See, what’s wrong with admitting it? All guys are into that sort of thing.”Andy asked, “So what floats YOUR boat then, Miss Internet Porn Guru?”Lena suddenly felt quite aroused by the conversation. Her pussy tingled and became moist at the thought of what she was about to say to Andy.”Double penetration, if I’m being honest. And a bit of girl on girl too. Actually a lot of girl on girl!”Andy did NOT expect that. He felt his cock harden in his trousers upon hearing her say those things. His mouth went dry and words escaped him.Seeing the effect she was having on her handsome young colleague, Lena now felt a slutty desire to turn him on. She looked Andy in the eyes and leaned forwards a bit, so as to be able to talk quietly, under the clamour of the chit-chat in the shop.”Seriously, Andy, I fucking love a big cock in my arse and even better still, with another in my pussy at the same time. Huge, stiff ones with massive helmets. Things that really fill me up.”Andy’s eyes were like saucers. She wasn’t just referring to porn anymore.”And to be licking another pussy at the same time. Heaven. I’m a naughty girl, in case you hadn’t realised,” she said.Andy didn’t know where to begin. Ten minutes ago, he had said hello and now she was admitting to her own anal and bisexual fantasises.Lena passed the ball back to Andy. “So go on – let’s get into the details, Andy. Tell me about what really gets you hot. No wait! Better still, describe it in lurid detail.” She looked on excitedly.Andy’s cock strained against the inside of his trousers. His inhibitions were crumbling away.”Okay. I love having my cock sucked and the feeling of coming in a girl’s … ” Lena cut him off. “No, actually … “, she hesitated, knowing what she wanted to say but slightly unsure. “Imagine it’s me. Tell ME what you’d have ME do.”She couldn’t have been more forward. Andy shifted again in his seat, his cock stretching the thin layer of material elvankent escort surrounding it. He grinned, the penny dropping that she was hot for him.”Well … I would love to slowly lift err … your skirt, then … ” he hesitated again.Hearing the change in perspective, towards her, Lena’s heart thumped against her chest. “Keep going, Andy. It’s getting interesting. And then … ?” she winked.”Then I’d pull YOUR knickers down and … and … ” Andy restrained himself once again, but then forced the description out.” … and I’d take hold of your bottom and stick it in.”Lena knew what he wanted to say but she had to hear the words. “Stick what in, Andy?””My cock,” he said finally. Lena shuddered. The unexpected intimacy between them was such a thrill. She barely knew him, yet was managing to convince him to expose his inner beast.”Don’t hold back, Andy. Be honest. Tell me what you really want.”With his voice now a barely audible whisper amidst the background noise of the cafe, Andy continued, “I want to fuck your arse, over this table until I’m almost ready to come. I want you to be moaning my name as you come again and again. When I’m ready to come, I want you to get to your knees and deep throat my cock that’s been in your arse and make me shoot my load down your throat.””How’s that?” he said proudly.Lena took a deep breath. “Please tell me you’re not kidding, Andy.”They looked each other squarely in the eyes for what seemed like quite a while. The conversation had reached a point where they either had to go and fuck now or never talk again. In each other’s mind’s they had already done it and they both knew it.Andy broke the silence. “Well I’ve never done that before,” he confessed. “Anal, I mean. But Jesus, Lena, I’m practically coming in my pants here.”Lena swallowed, her mouth feeling dry. Her heart pounded and she trembled as her mind raced. She wanted him, right now but in reality, how the hell were they supposed to do it? The toilet was in constant use and would be pretty disgusting around this time.Her eyes wandered around the room and zoned in on the baby-changing room. Quickly, she scanned the coffee shop and concluded that it was unlikely they would be interrupted, given that the shop was pretty much filled with local office workers.”Two minutes,” she said excitedly to Andy. “See me in there.” She nodded toward the door of the changing facility.Andy looked around and then back to Lena. His head was spinning at the prospect of what would be in two minutes time.Lena cleared her throat and stood, trying to look casual and inconspicuous; if anyone had bothered looking they would have laughed – she looked anything but.She began to move away from the table, catching Andy’s eye one last time before leaving.
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