L is for Lamb

It was the end of a long day, at the end of an even longer week, and she was treating herself to a leisurely coffee at the closest Cibo's.

She ordered her mocha latte and scanned the crowded cafe for a seat, not seeing anywhere until a nice-looking man, sitting on his own at the very back, slid sideways to create a space for her to sit. She smiled absently in thanks and quickly walked up, squeezing her well-rounded arse in between two tables to sink down onto the bench seat in relief.

He had spotted her the minute she walked in - confident, professional, and... luscious. When he saw her scan the room, he decided to create an opportunity and slid along the bench, making plenty of space for her to sit. She rose to the bait, and when she leaned over slightly to squeeze in between the tables to sit down, her arse was presented to him, and he felt his hands twitch in anticipation of burying his fingers in her. He watched her sink down into the seat and noticed that she looked exhausted. "Good," he thought to himself "tired = lowered barriers", and he fully intended on taking advantage of any vulnerability she displayed. He wanted her.

Sitting there, she was completely inwards-focused until her order arrived, stirring her coffee and lifting the spoon to her lips to lick the chocolately froth away. He watched her intently, imagining what else he would ultimately get her to do with those lips... that tongue.

She glanced sideways at him and caught her breath in shock, feeling herself clench in response to the raw hunger she saw in his gaze. He noted all of this and smiled slightly, the hunter in him aroused even further by this touch of naivety. She blushed and squirmed in her seat, but her body turned towards his of its own accord regardless.

Hi, I'm Jay", he said, and slid along the bench so that he was almost touching her... almost. "Oh! I am Elle," she replied softly. "Ahh yes..." he muttered, "L is for Lamb; its my favourite meat", and her eyes widened at that, at the images already flooding her mind.

Sitting so close, she could feel the heat of his body next to her. Suddenly he reached one hand up to her neck, muttering something about needing to brush something away and, when his fingers caressed up behind her ear, she shivered with pleasure, exhaling sharply with a soft moan. He saw all this, and also noticed that she had spread her legs a fraction in response to his touch. 'Oh God she's hot' he thought, feeling his cock harden immediately at her responsiveness... imagining lifting her skirt up around her waist and fucking her hard, right then and there, in front of everyone in the cafe. "Mmmmmmm...." he groaned under his breath.

She had a sudden and vivid mental image of spinning around and straddling him, sliding her very wet pussy onto his hard cock, not caring that everyone was watching, just riding him until they both came, and she was surprised at herself - what the hell was going on here?

He noticed her sudden confusion and realised that she didn't know that she was lost already, that she was his, and decided to back off a little, to lull her into a false sense of security. So he pushed The Wolf to one side... for a while at least, and allowed The Man to take control.

Benign and unthreatening, he guided the conversation to find out everything about her, and she responded in kind. Her guard quickly dropped and she completely relaxed as they chatted easily, and he listened intently to her explanation about what she did for a living as an IT consultant. He smiled suddenly to himself at what he recognised as the perfect opportunity. "You know," he said "I have a software system and we need to design a new user interface - I would really like some expert advice on some of the up-front tasks. Would you be interested in at least having a look?"

She considered declining the offer and then thought 'What the hell, why not?', her mind briefly flitting over her earlier shocking responses to him, but then putting it down to being tired. Besides, she rationalised, it was good for the ego to be the recipient of some male appreciation and, as she wouldnt act on it anyway, there was no harm in it... right? "Yes, sounds great" she said, and they quickly arranged for her to meet him at his office at 6.30pm the following evening, after she had finished work for the day.

That arranged they walked out of the cafe to part ways. He turned to her and took her hand "It's been my pleasure L," he said and pulled her in to kiss her briefly on the cheek before whispering into her ear "and you are the most delish thing I've seen in quite a while", before letting her go and striding off to his car without a backwards glance.

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