Katie's Cafe

22

I lay on the sofa with my head resting comfortably on Tom's lap while watching TV together after we've eaten dinner. It was nice being here with him like this.

"Where are you?" he asks when he strokes my hair after noticing how distracted I am.

"Sorry," I laugh.

In truth, I couldn't stop thinking about whether I should give Damien the laptop at all, especially when I don't even know what he's planning on doing with it yet.

"Are you feeling tired?"

"No, I'm just thinking about stuff".

"Tell me what's on your mind".

I roll onto my back so I can look up at him. There's not a chance in hell I was telling him about what was really going on in my head.

'"What exactly made you come back to the cafe the day after we first met?"

"I don't know really, but it might have had something to do with the fact that I found the woman who scolded me rather interesting. She was very kind, attractive and different".

"Different how?"

"I spent my early life surrounded by people who only cared about their own self interests. Not unlike my late wife, you seem to care about other people more than you do yourself".

"Is that a good thing?"

"Of course it is. In a city full of strangers, you went out of your way to help me that morning, even though I insisted it wasn't necessary. You even remembered my name the next day".

"Well, it does help that your first name is my also surname. Plus, how could I ever forget the name of a gorgeous man I'd seen shirtless?"

"Ideally that wasn't the way I would've liked that to happen, but I suppose fate had other plans for us," he laughs.

I don't continue on that subject, because the thought of him shirtless might get me a little too excited again. We continue watching some boring program for a while before I decide to ask him more questions about himself.

"You once said your parents wanted you to be a professor? Is that true?"

"Yes, they were both lecturers at a university and always wanted me to follow suit. Neither of them ever let me forget how disappointed they are at any given opportunity that I didn't live up to my potential, or their high expectations".

"If it helps, then you far surpassed my expectations the night you ate a kebab for me".

"I wouldn't want to disappoint such a beautiful woman when she was wearing a dress like that one," he chuckles.

I sit up and proceed to climb onto his lap with a leg at either side of him. I decide it's time get him in the mood.

"You know, I always did like to dress up".

"In dresses like the red one?"

"That and various other things".

I begin slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Go on".

"I used to like wearing sexy lingerie and costumes. If you really wanted to stick a middle finger up at your parents, then I can play the sweet, naive private boarding school girl. She's been a bad girl and needs punishment from the handsome Professor Dalton".

I can feel him getting hard inside his trousers, meaning he likes me talking to him this way.

"What else?" he groans as I begin mimicking riding him slowly.

"Anything you want, just tell me. You can even be the heroic detective that's just arrested me," I whisper in his ear.

"What did you do wrong, exactly?"

"Maybe I'm a killer that's just picked you up in a bar, like you said the serial killer does".

I have no idea where that came from.

"What happens next?"

"You take me home, but instead of arresting me like you're supposed to, you end up fucking me all night long".

What the hell am I saying? He seems excited by it anyway, because he's soon slipping his hand into my underwear and teasing me with his long fingers.

"Do you kill me after I've finished with you?"

"No, you've fucked me so good and made me come so hard that I never kill again".

His fingers slip inside while his thumb continues to play with my clit. As if he wasn't perfect enough already, it's great to find out he's skilled with his hands too.

"Maybe we should take this upstairs so Max will stop watching us?" he laughs and looks over at him sitting in the doorway.

"I think he was enjoying the show," I climb off of Tom's lap a little embarrassed.

No sooner are we upstairs, we finish undressing, with our clothes now scattered messily around the bedroom floor.

I push him down onto the bed, but I don't want to go slow with him this time, so I start off immediately by sucking on his painfully stiff cock.

The sounds he's making lets me know he's enjoying himself. I'd never really enjoyed giving blowjobs that much before, but for him I'll make the exception.

"Let me taste you," he says.

I automatically think he's going to want me to lay down on the bed, but instead, he wants me to position myself above his face.

As he's pleasuring me I can't help but close my eyes, savouring every motion of his tongue, even though I really don't want to finish just yet.

Without warning, he lifts me off of him, slipping out from under me and leaving me there on my knees with him now kneeling behind me on the bed.

"Bend over," he whispers seductively in my ear.

I do as he says and he teases me for a second by making me wait for him to give me what I want.

"How do you want it?" he knows to ask sometimes now.

"Hard".

Easing himself in slow at first, he somehow feels even bigger from this angle. With his hands now on my waist, he holds me steady when he starts fucking me.

We've both gotten ourselves so worked up that it's obvious neither of us are going to last much longer, but it still feels incredible as the sounds of our skin colliding can be heard.

My orgasm is so intense that the sensation seems to tip him over the edge as well, because he finishes quickly afterwards with his own orgasm spilling out inside of me.

After a few moments of enjoying the feeling of pure satisfaction together, he pulls out and we both collapse onto the bed, completely exhausted but content.

"Wow," he says, and I can hear his heart still pounding away in his chest.

"I could do that all day".

"Just try to remember I'm older than you, so I don't have your stamina," he laughs.

"I'm not complaining. If it's okay with you, then I'll go in the shower now".

"I think I might just stay here and have a rest after that".

"Oh no you don't. You're coming with me," I giggle and pull him up off the bed.

As much as I'd love to have shower sex with him at some point in the future, I think I'll let him off this time.