*Disclaimer* This story may contain Explicit language and graphic sexual encounters that is offensive to some and not suitable for individuals under eighteen **
Ms. Lane and her lover continue down the path that was started in, The Cafe. This short story takes you on the adventures after dinner and into the next chapter of their tawdry love affair that began with a simple cup of coffee.
I sat across from him at the table. Nothing about tonight had been a letdown.
“Ms. Lane, would you like some dessert?”
I felt my face flush, he was holding a can of whipped cream and the only thought that came to mind was licking it off of his cock.
“I would.”
“Stand up then, Ms. Lane.”
My body followed his every command and rose with him. I mirrored his movements when he stepped to the side and around the table. We were chest to chest. Only inches separated us.
“Ms. Lane, I didn’t tell you to move.”
“I couldn’t help it; I needed to be by you. I’ve missed you.”
“As I have missed you. Have I ever showed you my garden Ms. Lane?”
I watched his head turn and look out towards the back yard. My heart skipped beats. We were going to fuck outside. Public.
“No, you haven’t.”
“Oh what a pity, let’s rectify that right now. Come.”
He placed his hand on the small of my back and I let him guide me outside. He held my attention as he played with the lock on the door. His shoulders broad and smooth, his muscles well defined. Who knew Starbucks employed such fine men?
“Step outside please Ms. Lane.”
We crossed the threshold and I saw the wonderment of his garden. Roses, tulips, hibiscus, and palm trees decorated the fence line. In the middle of his yard there was a table, one big enough for two, and two chairs. His hand found my back and began to lead me out towards the center.
“You will dance for me.”
I watched him walk to the chair and pull it out. He set the can of whipped cream on the table and turned to look at me. His teeth, sparkling white, shone back at me.
“I hear no music.”
“You don’t need music. You just need to dance. And at the end of the song, if you are not naked, your backside shall be tanned.”
His threat sent chills down my spine and immediately I started to sway.
My hands roamed over my body, slowly moving up and down my front. My fingers found the edge of my shirt and slipped inside. I moved my arm up, exposing my stomach, then lowering my hands. I realized he didn’t just want me naked, he wanted me to seduce him. I leaned forward and pulled on his chair, he stood up and scooted it closer to me, away from the table.
My hand stretched out, it ran over his body while I began to circle him. I was playing a beat of a slow song in my head while I rubbed along his body. The shirt started to come off, slowly teasing him with a new inch of my skin as time passed by in slow motion.
“Ms. Lane, don’t take too long or you will have no clothes left to wear.”
He made me smile, it was that simple. His threats were music to my core and warmth to my soul.
