Message-ID: <11928eli$9806061400@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Honey Pot Subject: Starbucks part 1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980606054122.28084.rocketmail@send1d.yahoomail.com> Vacant: It's a sunny, gorgeous Sunday afternoon. I sip my coffee on the patio and scope all the single women entering, buying, leaving - none are you. I start to wonder if I've been taken for a fool - you won't show up (oh well)... I sigh heavily, lean back and shut my eyes behind my sunglasses. Suddenly, I feel a warmth at my ear. I instinctively flinch and turn to the warmth - and it's you - your mouth... inviting me. You are even more beautiful than you described. I pull myself up, but your hand stops me. So I continue to lean back, uncertain and curious what you might have in mind. You pull a chair next to me and I catch a glimpse of your breast through your slightly open shirt... I lick my lips as your's part - and you speak... "Hi. You didn't think I'd show, did you?" I lie... "Sure I did." Your hand, still at my chest, slides down my stomach to my belt - all hidden from view under the plastic table. I grin as you instruct me... "We are going to pretend to have a normal, innocent conversation... do you understand me?" I nod, and see your milky white legs under your short skirt. How I long to lick them, to see them part for me, to please you... but I must be patient. You tug sharply at my belt - I snap back at attention. "Are you listening to me?" you say. I grin and nod with certainty. "Good" you continue..."and as we pretend to have a normal, innocent conversation, I am going to give you a hand job like you've never had before. And if you're good -IF you're good... I might even have to retrieve a dropped spoon..." You're tongue parts your succulent lips as you lean into me... "Now, how was your day, dear?" - your fingers begin to undo my belt... Honey Pot: "Uh, my day was fine..." you begin as I very slowly unhook your belt buckle and pop the top button of your slacks. Already I can see a noticeable swelling. "...and then I made a few phone calls before lunch." Your voice cracks a bit on the last word as I squeeze your growing member through the fabric of your pants. I pause, looking at you pointedly until you begin again. "Lunch, yeah, then I went to lunch," you continue. I pull your zipper down part way, only slightly easing the pressure on your bulge. I teasingly put one finger into your pants for a bit of an exploration. The tip of my nail lightly traces the shape of your rod. "So, what did you eat?" I purr in your ear as I finish unzipping you. Your cock springs free, not quite fully hard yet, but still impressively thick and growing larger by the moment. I lean back to sneak a good look at it. I momentarily lose my poise, but quickly recover. "I had salad for lunch, but now I think I'm in the mood for sausage." I smile at you and lick my shiny lips. As you tell me about your dietary exploits, I do my best to distract you by reaching down, cupping your balls in my hand and lifting them free of their bindings. They are warm and heavy and feel so good in my hand! "That sounds good," I respond to your menu recitation as I begin to trace designs on your balls. I love the way the skin puckers and tightens as my finger glides across them. You stop speaking for a moment, sweat is beading on your brow. You take a quick swallow of your cappuccino. "That looks good" I say and scoop up some of the foam with my finger and put it in my mouth. "Mmmm!" I suck on it wetly and longer than really necessary. When I pull it out of my mouth I make sure there is a lot of saliva on it. I watch your eyes tracking the wet string of spit stretching from my lips to my finger. Then my hand disappears below the table again. "You were saying?" I prompt. As you try to force your mind to stay on track, I smear my spit around the head of your cock, still using only one finger. You are fully hard now. My finger lightly traces the pattern of veins throbbing along your shaft. I love the way your cock jumps and twitches as I stroke you ever so gently. As you tell me about people I've never heard of, I run my fingernails up the backside of your dick, from the base to just below the head. I keep my eyes locked on yours. I lean forward slightly as though fascinated by your dialogue, I smile as I see your gaze lower to my cleavage. I hunch my shoulders forward pushing my tits up and out more, teasing you as I fondle your balls. Your eyes glaze slightly and your narrative stops. "Look at me when we talk dear!" I say sternly as I give your cock a light smack. You jump and start to speak again, practically babbling... Vacant: "The apartment... um, paint it... Monaco - I need a vacation" - my mouth blurts out sounds without meaning as my stomach tenses up. Your fingers grasp my shaft as your wet thumb slowly rubs my pre-cum around the sloped head. I reach down under the table and my finger finds your warm hand on me. As you begin to stroke me slowly, my index finger begins to lightly trail over the back of your hand, along your wrist, up your forearm... your skin - so smooth and taut. A waitress comes by to clean our table. You stop momentarily as the young girl picks up our empty cups. She senses something - I turn to her and quickly thank her. "You're welcome," you grin as you squeeze my head gently. The girl leaves and I stare deeply into your eyes, our heads turned to face each other, as my fingertip runs back down your arm to your hand. My fingers intertwine with yours, and you put up some resistance as I stop your hand from stroking me. You cock your head, a little confused, but you quickly understand as I guide our interlocked hands to your thighs. You sidle up closer to me and whisper in my ear "But I'm not done with you..." I say nothing, just smile back at you as my hand begins to lead your hand gently between your soft inner thighs. You wriggle a little in your chair as your legs part, my other arm on the table in front of me, fingers quietly reaching for your beautiful breasts. You look down and see my straining fingers, and playfully lean forward a little, my outreaching fingertips brush lightly across your hard nipple. You groan almost inaudibly as my left hand leads your hand to your warm mound. As you begin to caress yourself, I unlock my hand from yours and stroke the back of your hand, softly rub your forearm, my fingertips lightly touching your thighs. I realize I'm still on display (a breeze reminds me) and I take a moment to zip up. You protest slightly, but I stare into your eyes - "shhhhh..." as my fingers press your fingers against your hot lips. And for the first time, I feel how wet you are. My index finger reaches between your already moist fingers and I lightly stroke your outer lips, tracing them as your own fingers knead your sweet honey pot. The tip of my finger slides under your hand and hovers over your clit... teasing it, barely touching it as you lean in closer to me. I begin circling your hard, wet clit and you begin breathing in quick waves. You close your eyes as my right hand reaches up from the table, the back of my hand rubbing up against your breast, my fingers reach up past your collarbone, along the back of your neck, through your hair and I gently grasp your head. I pull your beautiful face close to mine and you feel my warm breath on your lips. I feel your body tensing and relaxing... and my wet finger presses down on your clit just as my mouth kisses you deeply, our tongues probing each other, your thighs writhing and tensing around our sticky hands... Honey Pot: I suck eagerly on your tongue as we kiss, moaning into your mouth with pleasure. I'm trying to not be too obvious as I rock my hips back and forth on the chair, relishing the feel of your thick finger between my lips. each time you flick my clit my entire body convulses slightly. I take my fingers from my snatch and raise them to our locked lips. As we kiss I push my juiced up finger between our lips so that we can both taste my sweet cream. Your finger is still teasing my clit, trying to keep some semblance of normalcy is becoming more and more difficult. I break our kiss and bury my face in your neck where I let out a moan, the sound muffled. I begin to lick and kiss your neck and ear as my thighs tighten around your hand. "Oooo, baby, that's so good!" I whisper raggedly in your ear. "Put your finger in me, please!" I beg you. You smile and kiss my flushed cheeks, a startling red blush suffuses my pale skin and travels down my neck to my chest, spreading as my passion rises. But still you continue to just tease my lips and clit. I am so wet now that I can feel my juices making the crack of my ass all slippery as I shift in my seat. My hand sneaks back below the table top. I cover your strong hand with my smaller one, trying to guide you into my creamy depths, but you are determined to torture me a while longer. For a few moments I caress your hand and arm, my fingers barely brushing the hair of your forearm, enjoying the tingly feelings that travel from my finger tips up. Your skin pebbles with goose bumps as I pet you. With my other hand trace the outline of your eyebrows and down the slope of your nose to your sensuous lips. The skin there is so soft. My hand under the table shifts from your arm back to the imprisoned bulge in your pants. I begin to squeeze and caress you through your slacks, frustrated for the moment by the zipper, I can't seem to lower it with one hand as it is strained tight against your cock. I run my nails along your inner thigh, hard enough so that you feel it through the material. My visible hand is playing with the hair on your head, massaging your scalp. I lean in to you, capturing your lower lip between my own. I begin to suck on your lower lip and you choose that moment to push your thick finger into my sopping hole. I gasp aloud, unable to help myself. Heads turn, people are staring. "You're kidding?!" I exclaim a little loudly, hoping to diffuse suspicion. You follow my lead, "No really," you laugh, "I swear it's true!" "I can ..hardly ...believe it." I manage to croak out as you plunge your finger in and out of my pussy, your thumb circling my throbbing clit. Most of the patrons have gone back to their own conversations, but my eye catches one woman across the patio who is staring at our table. She catches my eye and winks, smiling. I am finding it harder to care, my breath is becoming fast and shallow. I squeeze you hard cock and direct your attention to our voyeur - both her hands are below her table. You begin to frig my cunt faster and I close my eyes, head dropping back, giving myself over to the sensation... Vacant: I smile at the woman across from us as my fingers bury deeper into your wet, pulsing hole, and I see her hands pleasuring herself as she leers at us. I am in bliss watching her, feeling you, hearing you moan next to me, as my cock throbs through the restraining fabric. I pull you in tighter to me and angle your legs so that my index finger can reach your tight asshole. I feel your juices running over it, and sense it tighten as my finger strains to rub it... you relax as my thumb continues to circle your clit, my middle digit still buckling and probing inside your feverishly hot cunt. My finger slowly pushes into your ass, as I lean closer to you, kissing your neck, holding you closer to me with my other arm. As I lightly kiss and lick the nape of your neck I stare at the woman - her legs splayed open now, rubbing herself with abandon. The older couple at the table next to us harumph loudly as they leave, making sure I notice. I do, but all I can do is laugh. Through deep breaths, you ask "What's... so... funny?". I whisper... "We are", and I bury my tongue into your ear, taking the lobe between my teeth, biting it gently as my finger pushes deeper into your ass. Your legs lock around my hand, and I think I may have gone too far, so I ease up. You sigh heavily and gently push me aside. You stand up. 'Oh oh', I think as you adjust your skirt. Then your hand takes hold of mine. "Come with me", you say. I stand up, a little startled, and cover my bulge with a copy of the Village Voice (I knew it was good for something). You lead me past the woman, who smiles at us as we make our way to the curb. You raise your hand, and a cab stops for us. I open the door for you and notice the slick cream I leave on the door handle. And for the first time I see your body, the complete wonderful package, standing in front of me - I almost lose my footing at the sight. My God, you are incredible. We fall into the back of the cab. "Drive", I instruct the cabby. He turns to face me, and before he can ask - "Drive", I repeat. He grins, faces the road and eases into the traffic. I stare at you and extend my hand... "Nice to meet you..." You take my hand and shake it - "The pleasure is all mine" you say. I take your hand, pull it up to my mouth, and begin licking your fingers one at a time as you lean back and we head into the roaring traffic's boom... Honey Pot: I love the sensation of having my fingers sucked. I decide turn about is fair play and begin on your juice covered digits. I love tasting myself on a man! The cabbie is checking us out in the rear view mirror, and I decide to give him a show. Taking my hand from your mouth, I finally succeed in freeing your aching cock from its prison. "Poor baby" I croon to it "you didn't like being all squashed in there did you?" I stroke the thick shaft as I talk to it. "Would you like mommy to kiss and make all better?" I lean over and plant a firm kiss right on the head. Then I pull you shirt up a bit and begin to kiss your lower abdomen, swirling my tongue around your navel, before burying my nose in your pubic hair. I spend a few happy moments wuffling around, taking in your musky scent, like a pig hunting for truffles. I pull on your curly hair with my teeth. Your hands are combing through my fine silken hair lifting the strands and letting them run through your fingers. As the meter ticks on, I start to kiss your hard balls. I swirl the tip of my tongue around them, relishing the way the skin puckers and tightens under my wet caresses. I part my moist lips and slowly suck one into my mouth, rolling and probing it with my tongue, then opening wider, I suck its brother in too. You groan and your hand reaches inside my shirt, finding my taut nipple and pinching it hard. I moan, your balls still filling my mouth, causing them to vibrate. Your other hand pushes my skirt up my back, exposing my firm round ass cheeks to the cabbie's view. As I suck wetly on your stones, your hand pets my backside, acquainting yourself with my smooth contours. The cabbie clears his throat - "Uh sir?" he begins tentatively. "Just drive!" you growl, "if you run out of road, just head back downtown!" The driver shrugs, smiles and drives on - trying to split his attention between the road and our little show. I let your balls out of my mouth with a loud wet 'plop!' and attach my lips, lamprey like to the base of your hot hard rod. Your hand, kneading my ass feels so warm and strong. I look up at you, your cock resting between my painted lips and say softly "Spank me." Your dark eyes sparkle down at me and you grin wickedly. You softly rub my butt for a few more seconds and then -SMACK! I yelp and wriggle my stinging ass inviting another swat. You smack my ass again and then caress it gently as you admire the swiftly reddening flesh. I begin kissing up the length of your shaft, then running my tongue back down to the base again. Your finger traces along the crack of my ass, dipping around to my wet pussy pinching my lips together and rubbing my clit through them. I begin to flick my tongue quickly back and forth - short fast strokes up and down your rod, and then stopping to concentrate on the smooth soft skin just below your mushrooming head. You groan and smack my ass with one hand while playing with my lips with the other. My tongue swirls around your purpling head, dipping into the hole to grab the glistening drop of precum before flitting its way back down to your balls. Your cock, so hot against my face twitches and jerks of its own accord as your finger enters my steamy wet slit. I buck my hips against your hand, moaning into your crotch as you begin to move in and out of my dripping pussy. I grasp your thick cock in my hand and rub it all over my face. i pull back slightly and tickle your sensitive member with my eyelashes. You slowly push another finger into me, my pussy spasmodically tightening making you have to push harder to get it in. My mouth is open, gasping, my hot breath enveloping your pole. "C'mon Honey, suck it!" You emphasize the request with another swat to my red ass cheeks. I run my tongue around my lips, locking my bright green eyes to your dark ones. I raise myself up on my hands an ever so slowly descend onto your length until the heat of my mouth envelopes the hot smooth head of your cock. I lock my lips just under the head and sucking in begin to slowly side down your rod until my lips reach the base and lock tight. Your head rolls back, eyes closed, and a long moan escapes your lips. Your hand has stopped - frozen inside my warm slick pussy. I hold your deep in my throat moving only my tongue around you until I have to gasp for air. Then I begin to slide up and down your stiff cock - picking up speed -fucking you with my mouth. I impatiently move my ass against your still hand and you begin to finger fuck me again, my juices coating your hand as my saliva runs around your balls to your ass... == cum with me baby, Honey Pot "Make me hot. Make me wet. Make me cum...again!" honeyxoxo@yahoo.com _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----