She nodded. “That guy you sent packing the other day – he hasn’t come back since.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Why, you miss him?”
She laughed. “Not him, really. I do miss the tips he’d give me. But I don’t miss how he’d ask me for my number every damn shift.”
“Sounds like I did you a favor.”
“Maybe you’re right.” She winked and headed back to making her drinks.
I stuffed a twenty in her tip jar, picked my usual table, and once seated, pulled out my laptop and went to work. But I could barely concentrate. The spreadsheets and emails and all the rest blurred in front of my face.
All I could think about was her.
I’d put my fingers on the keys, ready to send an email. But before I could type even a single letter, images from last night flooded my mind. I’d imagine her underneath me, her legs spread wide open as I drove into her, my cock vanishing inside her sweet, wet passage. I’d remember the way her perfect breasts bounced back and forth with each thrust. I’d think about the way her face looked when I’d brought her to orgasm, that expression of beautiful agony.
It was enough to make me hard right there in the busy coffee shop.
Still, I couldn’t afford to get distracted. Sure, I was into Annie, and sure, I wanted to make her mine. But I couldn’t allow myself to forget that I was on the cusp of what might very well be the most important year of my career in the medical industry.
Thinking with my dick wasn’t in the cards.
I put her out of my mind as best I could, returning my attention to my MacBook screen. I straightened my back, squared my shoulders, and prepared to focus. And that’s when she strolled into the place. At first, I was certain she was some kind of hallucination, me simply putting her face on someone else’s. But when she locked eyes with me and waved, a broad smile on her face, there was no doubt it was really her.
My cock had been half-stiff at the thought of her; now that she was there in the flesh, it became as big and hard as the mountains that loomed over my mansion.
“Hey!” she said with another friendly wave. “Fancy seeing you here!”
I rose, smoothly shifting my pants so my erection wasn’t pointing straight ahead. “Good to see you, too.”
We hugged, and I was forced to do an awkward shift of my hips so as not to poke her with my cock. We ended the hug and she looked me up and down.
“So, what’s up?” she asked. “Looks like we both had the same idea about getting out of the house for some work.”
“Looks like you’re right.” It took all the restraint I had not to eye fuck her where she stood. But as she slipped out of her black coat and revealed her gorgeous body packed into a tight blouse and even tighter jeans, restraint was proving harder and harder.
“You’re right about that. Got a few things in the works, and sometimes the coffee shop ambience is the perfect background noise for focusing.”
She smiled. “I know exactly what you mean.”
“You’ve got a busy day ahead?” Part of me hoped she’d say no, that she’d tell me she was wide open. I could invite her back to my place for a little coffee…maybe more…
Remember why you came here in the first place? I reminded myself. It wasn’t to try to get laid.
“I wish.”
“You wish?”
“I mean, it’d be nice to have a busy day ahead. Unfortunately, right now I’m the still in the looking for work part of the process.”
“That’s right,” I said. “And how’s that going?”
She sighed. “The less said, the better. Living in a small town has its definite perks, but one of the drawbacks is teaching jobs aren’t easy to come by. People find them and they don’t leave.”
“Hmm,” I said, rubbing my chin. “Have you considered something other than teaching?”
She raised an eyebrow as an expression of curiosity flashed on her face. “Other than teaching? Well, shoot. I mean, no – I hadn’t considered it. Why do you ask?”
“I know plenty of people in town who work remotely. They have jobs they can do with their computers, which allows them to live in a place like this but work somewhere else. Might be something to consider.”
“That sounds interesting,” she mused, her curiosity still piqued.
“Like journalism.”
“Journalism?”
“Sure. You’re smart, you’re sharp, and I’m willing to bet you’ve got a way with words. Might be perfect for you.”
“Hmm…that I don’t know. I’ve always imagined myself as a teacher, never anything else.”
“You can keep your ear to the ground for teaching jobs if they come up and get some good experience in the meantime. Just something to consider, is all.”
I kept looking at her body, kept finding myself thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her. No doubt in my mind the longer the conversation went on, the more likely it’d be that I all but swept her off her feet and carried her to my place over my shoulder like a damn caveman. I needed to get out of there, and fast.
“Anyway,” I announced. “I’ve got a few errands to run before I get to work. But I’d like to know when I can see you again.”
She smiled, her cheeks tinging red. “When we can see each other again. You seem to be pretty confident that’s going to happen.”
I gave her a sly grin in response. “You don’t get far without a little confidence you’re going to get what you want.”
Annie chuckled. “Fair enough. And…yes, I want to see you again too. I’m going to be in Denver for most of this weekend.”
“Is that right?”
She nodded. “My sister’s coming to town to stay with my parents for the holidays, and I wanted to drop by for a day or two before all the Christmas craziness starts.”
“That sounds nice,” I said. “Then maybe later in the week?”
“Sunday should work.”
“Sunday’s perfect,” I said. “How about we plan on that evening?”
“Sounds great,” she said with a broad smile.
“Anyway, I should get moving. Have fun with your family, and I’ll be in touch on Sunday.”
“Can’t wait.”
I dropped a quick kiss on her cheek, and we broke apart, Annie heading to her table near the window as I gathered my things. After getting my coffee to go, I headed out.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled under my breath.
Just seeing her had an effect on me I couldn’t wrap my head around. But however much I wanted her before, now the feeling was even more intense.
She would be mine. No matter what.
Annie
Duncan was in my head during the entire drive to Denver. And I was totally conflicted about it. Part of me liked to think about him, about the still-fresh memories of our night together played out over and over, a smile spreading on my face and warmth between my legs as I did.
I’d never been fucked like that before – not even close. Sure, I’d heard again and again that the key to great sex was building a connection over time, having open communication with your partner and getting to know what you both liked.