Cum and See...

I cannot believe I am walking to a coffee shop to meet Thato (in the middle of winter). A man who’s spent part of the last year tormenting my mind through memories we’d created. It’s snowing, and I don’t have underwear on, so my cooch is screaming unholy profanities at me, and my nipples are erect as fuck right now. I was instructed not to wear underwear, which was strange because we met in a public place for coffee. As I approach the coffee shop, my stomach ties up in a knot, and I don’t know if it’s fluttering butterflies I feel or nausea. I’m not a fan of my current life choice, but I’ll thug it out since I’m doing this for him. Here goes nothing…

I step into a coffee shop with lo-fi music playing from the speakers. There aren’t many people here,  so I quickly spot Thato seated by the large window to the right of the entrance. He has on a dark blue coat, black trousers and the white Nike Air Force 1s I bought him for his birthday last year. In front of him is a closed black notebook. As I wonder why he has a notebook with him, he turns his gaze from the window view to the entrance from where I’m entering. A broad smile takes over his face as it lights up, and he rises to greet me as I approach his table. “I recall my breakup note advising you to burn this ugly bomber jacket. Why do you still have it?” he teased. I chuckled as I hugged him, and the scent of his cologne triggered memories I’d locked away for almost a year — specifically, memories of us fucking in the park on cold winter days like today. I’m not a fan of the cold, but the warmth of his werewolf-like body and the passionate lust between us made the adventure worth the discomfort and bruising.

We sat down to catch up. He waffled about his new job in the city, which he seemed surprisingly happy about. Being a perfectionist, his previous workplace frustrated him because he worked with people he believed were “incompetent”. I can’t hear a word he’s saying because his beard is distracting me. It’s healthy and thick, and I love how much better his lips look with facial hair around them. God, his lips… Their thickness and softness always sent me in a spiral whenever we kissed. We did that often, too. I remember the day he broke up with me as though it was yesterday: we slept in that morning, his arms around my waist, and we faced each other as we woke simultaneously. He looked at me with adoration, smiled, and gave me a passionate kiss we’d never shared. It made my skin tingle and pussy throb in longing for him. He turned my body to lay me on my back, placed his perfect body on top of mine and fucked me like he knew he was going to die that day. Finding physical intimacy at that intensity has been challenging, which is why he’s been on my mind every day since. When we were done, he got up to make breakfast, which he did. He then got dressed without telling me he was leaving and left. I got up to look for him after calling out to him with no response, and that’s when I found the note on the tray he’d placed my breakfast on. The death note that sealed the fate of our future and declared his love for me “evolved into something unsustainable”. Admittedly, my fragile heart’s still in repair.

“So, why’d you bring me out here? I am freezing my ass off.” I enquired. He seemed startled by the question and responded with another, “Do I need a specific reason to see your face?” I felt annoyed and got up to walk away. He grabbed my hand and apologised. I sat back down, and that’s when he admitted he missed me and wanted to talk about why he broke up with me. I won’t dive into the details of that mess, but as he spoke, I couldn’t help but notice his hand on my thigh. Emphasis on a word was coupled with a subtle squeeze that sent tingles across my skin’s surface area. He’d gently stroke my thigh as I spoke, and my pussy got wet when he did that. Keeping my composure in this instance is beyond difficult, but I had to show face for the woman he broke over a year ago. I saw the veins across the back of his hands and thought about the moments in heat when he had those same hands around my neck as he whispered sweet nothings into my ears and fucked me senseless. There was rarely a time when we’d be intimate, and he didn’t choke me. He knew how much I loved that, and (strangely) that’s how I knew I was loved.

“I wrote you a poem. Wanna hear it?” He interjected my thoughts. I was in no mood for poetry, more so his, because he was good at laying his heart on paper. It was titled “Where I’d Rather Be”, and I low-key hated it. That’s because this moment reminded me of times we’d cuddle on the couch on cold days like today. He’d read me poetry he’d written inspired by his past loves or moments of deep sorrow he’d gone through. Other times, I'd sit at his feet as he read his manuscripts. Sitting at his feet, I took in his words like scripture recited from the Holy Book that uplifts my spirit. The vision of his hand gestures was like watching the Northern Lights and his voice… Oh, when his voice bellows, my ears would tingle, and my soul shook. Like a cup of water, his wisdom refreshes me, and his touch sends high tides of euphoria through my body that cannot be controlled. My mind wanders, my heart swells, and the love I feel sinks deeper as I fall into the well of his being… Those sensations flooded back as he read out his new poem, and a tear dropped from my eye.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be than here with you…” The last line was all I heard. He further explained his reasons for leaving me, and I broke the bullshit with a question. “Where do you want me?” I asked because I knew the poem was bullshit; he’d recited it to me before. Once he got to the second stanza, I knew I was being played like a fiddle. This was my shot to avenge the woman he left — the woman he thinks I am —  so I asked where he wanted me. The smirk on his face when he heard the question confirmed his intentions for me, and I knew the perfect place to commit the perfect sin. “I know a place. Let’s take your car.” I said before getting up to head for the exit. He followed me out, and when I turned back to see how far he was, I noticed him staring at my fat ass as it jiggled in my skin-tight leggings. He bit his lower lip, and I reached my hand out so he could hold it. Hand-holding was his thing; it helped him “feel safe”, so I gave back the false sense of safety he gave me back then. I got into the back seat of his car, and before taking off, he handed me a vibrator egg. “I want that inside you before I eat you out. You know I like my favourite meals well prepared.” It had a detached remote control, so I was in for an extraordinary ride to the park.

I slipped the egg vibrator into my cooch and sent us on our way. About a block away, I felt a tingle from the vibrator inside me that let out a soft moan from my mouth. I looked his way and saw how flexed his arms were as he drove. He looks at me through the rear-view mirror, smirks and asks if I am okay, but I won't respond. I am trying to keep the tide in my pants under control by crossing my legs, but I can’t help but give in to the waves of pleasure that overcame me. So, I pulled down my leggings, lifted and spread my legs wide enough for him to see my soaking wet pussy through the rearview mirror and started stroking my clit. He turned on the vibrator, and I moaned with pleasure because I knew he was watching me loving on myself. I was ready for this man to put his beautiful face between my thighs. With every turn along the way, he would increase the intensity of the vibration inside my cooch. The dirty talk got me even hotter, and I almost came as we entered the park, where we first had outdoor sex a few weeks into our relationship.

After parking the car, he looked back at me from the driver’s seat and said, “You look so beautiful when you’re touching yourself… Let me see that again, baby.” I removed my jacket and top to expose my perky, large breasts (with hard nipples), widened my straddle a little more to let him see all of me and let my left hand get to work on my clit while my right hand caressed my erect nipple. I closed my eyes as my fingers made their way around my clit, blocking out the concerns about getting caught fucking myself in the car. I moaned with every stroke and could hear him dirty-talking me to my nut. “Touch yourself gently, and enjoy every wave of pleasure you feel like the beautiful slut you are. Show Papi how filthy this can get; I know you’re nastier than this.” I opened my eyes for a moment and saw him with his dick out through his trousers. He’s always had a pretty-looking, girthy cock, so the sight of him jerking on it gently and the sound of his voice made me want him even more. “Papi, I need a pacifier to keep me quiet. May I have that dick in my mouth, please?” I pleaded. “I don’t give a fuck if we get caught — let them see.”

He adjusted the front seats to create more space in the back, jumped to where I was and sat down next to me before kissing me. He has one hand over my breast, the other around my neck, his tongue down my throat, and my hands removing his trousers. He moves over to let me kneel in front of him, and I gently kiss his half-erect cock as I look up at him to watch me worshipping the beauty in my hand. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth slightly and slipped his cock inside my mouth, gently squeezing it with my thick lips. I felt it jerk as it filled up my cheeks, and his body writhed with arousal as my mouth grew wider. I wouldn’t let it go all the way just yet, so I slowly slipped it back out my mouth and looked up at him to see him enjoying me sucking him off. His cock went back into my mouth, filling me up more with every journey and edging closer to my throat. “Fuck, I’ve missed this…” He groaned as he held the back of my head to guide my mouth further down his thick shaft. To show him how much I missed it as well, I opened my throat as his cock travelled through my mouth and gave his entire length tight squeezes and slight licks of my tongue while blocking my throat with the tip of his cock. He moaned, adjusted his seated position and held my head against his body to hold my breath with his dick. Tears streamed down my eyes as I was choking; he was fucking my face with so much intensity that just as I was about to tap out, he pulled my head back by my hair to let me catch my breath. “That’s my good girl… I fucking love that!” he said breathlessly.

I got up from my knees, sat next to him and stroked his cock with both hands as he recuperated. When I looked up and out the window, I noticed a man staring into the car — he was watching us fuck! He had a hand on his cock, stroking it vigorously. Thato saw him and said, “He already watched me fuck your face. Don’t mind him; pretend he’s not there.” I was too aroused to care about the horny stranger watching me jerk off my ex, so I figured I’d give him a show. With one hand, I slowly jerked on Thato’s cock, and with the other, I fingered myself slowly and gently. I remembered that the egg was still inside me, so I took the remote from Thato and switched the toy on. My pussy started leaking creamy juices, and I used the juices from my orifice to lubricate the hand around Thato’s dick. The peeping tom dropped his pants and jerked his cock as he watched me cum on the back seat. Thato wouldn’t let me slow down, so he came on top of me, reclined my seat and gently rubbed his cock against my clit as his hand caressed my breasts and pulled my nipples. He leaned forward to bite and kiss my nipples then he finally slid his cock inside me. “Hold tight; we're about to shake the car.” He whispered into my ear as he helped me get the vibrator egg out of my slippery, wet hole.

He slipped a cock ring around the base of his girthy, erect dick, spread and raised my hands as he started fucking me. The thrusts were abrupt but smooth. Deep but pleasure-evoking, too. His hands gripped my waist, with his fingernails digging deeper into my skin with every stroke. The combination of pleasure, pain and the thrill of being watched elevated my erotic euphoria to heights I had never reached. I wanted one more thing to take me where I needed to give the peeping tom something to arrest his fantasies for a while. “Choke me, baby,” I said breathlessly. Without hesitation, Thato put his hand around my neck and fucked me fast, deep and hard. I stared at our horny stranger until my pussy squirted all over Thato’s cock and the back seat. The peeping tom seemed to enjoy that from the moans and grunting I heard once I gained my sense of hearing. As Thato watched me orgasm, he orgasmed as well, spilling his cum all over my face and tits. At some point, I could feel his hand caressing my tits, which made his cock hard again.

“Round two at your place?” He asked. With a smirk, I agreed. The second time around would be better with my toys, but the best part about the opportunity to fuck this man again is the part where he has to leave as soon as we are done — and that I’ll never see him again.