Afternoon Sex Techniques
You're attracted to me.
It happened quickly. When I first stepped into the coffee shop about a month ago, you noticed my figure, my ample breasts, my curvy hips. You also noticed my short red hair. You've had a thing for redheads.
But none of that was the real reason you fell for me. It was my playful smirk. It always seems to be on my face, accompanied by a twinkle in my eyes and a piercing gaze. Every workday at around 2 pm, I'd walk into the coffee shop, and you couldn't peel your eyes away from my face. Even when I'd come in wearing a low-cut T-shirt that displayed my cleavage to my nipples, or tight shorts, your attention never faltered from my captivating, mysterious smile. But your appreciation of my charming behind was secondary, as you could only see it when I left.
Things changed when I wore a crop top one week ago. Although you're not entirely sure why, but glimpsing my navel amidst the defined yet smooth muscles of my abdomen sparked a burning lust that had been just a minor fascination before. Your gaze was fixated on my navel as you imagined pulling it towards you, lying on top of it, watching it move rhythmically as your penis tried to reach the area right beneath it as you thrust inside me.
I wore a crop top for the following four days. Your realization? For the past two weeks, I've been loitering in the coffee shop and enjoying my coffee instead of taking it to go like I used to before.
Make your move tomorrow. Arrange to have your shift end at 2 pm, but inform your colleagues that you'll work until I arrive.
I'll walk in roughly fifteen minutes after two. I'll be wearing a low-cut sleeveless tight white crop top, skin-tight jeans shorts, and sneakers. I'll say to you, "Hi Dave, I bet you know what I'm after."
Respond with, "Yes, Autumn, I have an idea. Actually, my shift is about to finish. I'll pay for your drink if you let me sit with you as you consume it."
I'll reply, "Sounds like a fair deal to me." Inform me that you'll go sit down, and let me know you'll bring our drinks over.
I'll sit at a round table just large enough for the two of us. The additional chair will be directly opposite me, but don't sit there. Set the drinks on the table together, and then reposition the chair so that you can sit at a ninety-degree angle next to me. Our knees will touch. I won't move my knee away.
I'll thank you for the drink. Compliment me on the drink and then ask, "So, what brings you to this coffee shop, Autumn, every day around 2 pm? Are you working late shifts? Are you just waking up?"
"Nope," I'll say, "I normally get up at midnight and work during the day like everyone else. I just never understood why most people need caffeine in the morning. When you're done sleeping, why are you still tired? I wake up refreshed and all set to go, but it's around midday after a few hours of work that I start feeling drowsy and fatigued. That's when I need my caffeine boost."
You may reply, "Well, it might be because most people haven't quite finished sleeping. They're staying up too late, and their bodies still need a few more hours of rest once the alarm rings."
I'll ponder, "How late are most people going to bed? I go to bed at midnight and rise at 7, that's the typical amount of sleep most individuals need."
You can reply, "Perhaps it's not how long people spend in bed, but how much sleep they obtain."
The mischievous grin will emerge and my eyes will sparkle a little as I query, "Are you claiming that most people engage in more activities in bed than me?"
Laugh it off and dismiss my insinuation as you answer, "Not at all, I wasn't implying anything of that nature. I'm certain you're capable of engaging in as much activity in bed as you desire with whoever you desire."
I'll respond, "Oh no, not all the time, but I try."
At this point, the dialogue is proceeding well, and you can just let it flow naturally. We'll chat for roughly thirty minutes, getting acquainted with one another. You'll discover that I'm an independent contractor who sets my own hours. I work from home and live just across the street. When you say something amusing, I'll give your hand a slight squeeze and then hold on to it for about ten seconds.
As I'm wrapping up my coffee, inquire, "Are you available for dinner tonight?" I'll take a moment to reply, "In fact, I've finished with my work for the day. If you're not busy, we could go to my place and get to know each other better."
You may respond, "Well, it would be impolite of me to decline such a proposition." I'll chuckle, slightly uneasy. We'll both comprehend what I've actually offered you.
Reach out to me as we begin to cross the street. I'll express my gratitude and grab your hand. Following our safe passage across the street, we'll noticeably avoid acknowledging that we're still holding hands as I guide you towards my building.
Once we're inside the elevator, place my hand in your left hand and wrap your right arm around my waist. I'll lean back against you. You can then hold me tighter, placing your palm on my abdomen and bringing me closer with the other hand. Remain silent. Neither of us will speak.
After stepping out of the elevator, I'll tense up and hasten my pace while dragging you towards my apartment. At the door, I will relinquish your hand, fumble with the keys, and unlock the door. I'll maintain silence, yet confidently invite you in.
When I shut the door, I'll release a slightly nervous laugh while removing my shoes and addressing you, "Typically, I'd offer a guest a beverage, but we just had some. Do you want anything?"
Proclaim, "I'm in the mood for a kiss."
I'll reply, "That's something I also desire."
Wrap your arms around my waist and hug me tightly. Feel my breasts pressed against your chest. Maintain eye contact for a long moment before moving your lips to mine. Our tongues will meet as I open my mouth, offering a taste of things to come.
Feel my fingers on your lower back and in your hair. Keep your eyes closed and indulge in the sensations as our tongues explore each other. Sustain this for three or four minutes. Then gradually move your hands, commencing with my shoulders, and back down until you possess each of my buttocks in one of your hands, our tongues continuing their exchange.
I'll aloofly break away and comment, "I was unsure how naughty I'd need to appear to entice you. I was concerned I might have to be completely nude in a few weeks."
Request, "Your risqué attire was certainly attractive, though I'd have favored viewing you unclothed."
Confirm, "Continue kissing me and I will." Kiss me again, initiating a more intensive round of deep kissing. Squeeze my behind hard.
Discontinuously break the embrace and nibble on my ear. I'll chuckle and inquire, "Am I performing the most slutty act I've ever conducted?"
Ask, "Which scandalous act are you referring to?"
I'll survey the area before responding, "Inviting a man back to my apartment after a coffee date only once."
Whisper near my ear, "Do you intend to be mine?"
I'll confirm, "If you'll be mine."
Pull me backwards and secure my hands to the wall. Gently nibble on my neck. Press your lips to my cleavage and thenlick it. Lip-mark my right breast, exposing my areola, which is darker pink than my skin and slightly larger than usual.
Slowly unbutton my shirt from the top down. Meanwhile, you'll unbutton from the bottom up. Following our completion of removing the garment, you'll raise your arms, prompting me to remove your shirt. Allow it to fall to the floor alongside mine. Watching your chest, I'll place my palms on it, appreciating its fullness. Discard your shoes.
Grasp me around the waist, pull me to you, and engage in another passionate kiss. Drag me onto my couch and fall on top of it with me. Deepen our kiss.
As we carry on kissing, run your fingers over my spine. Locate the clasp of my bra and unfasten it. Remove your arms from the straps. Drop my bra in front of the couch. Surrendering myself, revel in the sight of my breasts. They're ample, soft, and perky. They touch slightly. My areolas are considerable and my nipples are erect.
Initiate the touching process with your eyes. Afterwards, caress my breasts with your hands. They're soft, smooth, and delicate. Feel their weight. Gently pinch my already-erect nipples and caress them between your fingers and thumbs.
Next, pleasure my breasts with your lips. Lick circles around my areolas. With your tongue, travel upwards to my nipple and lightly flick it. Open your mouth and encircle my areola with it, sucking. Squeeze my other breast as you engage my nipple between your teeth, nibbling gently.
Declare, "Tongue my vagina, whore." [Edit]: Forgot to add this sentence: "I'll follow your instructions with enthusiasm."
Guide your lips to my appealing navel. Press gentle kisses on my abdominal muscles and then lick the perimeter of my navel prior to delving into it with your tongue. Undo my pants and zipper. I'll remove my pants and kick them off. My beige panties highlight the outline of a tiny mound of hair. Gently massage my crotch. Perceive the softness of my hair underneath my satin panties. Remove my panties and take them away. My curly auburn pubic hair concealing my sex will be trimmed and brief. Breathe in my scent, obtaining a slight prelude of the aroma of my pussy.
I'll hang one leg on the side of the couch and position the foot of the opposite leg on the back, widening my legs. My pubic hair will part revealing an open labia and my pink clitoris. Take my panties off and dive in.
Rub your cheeks against my pubic hair. Kiss around my labia. Take a lengthy whiff of my stimulating, tantalizing odor. Grasp the back of my hips with your robust hands. Lick around my labia and then right above it. Trace the pliable folds of my clitoris with your tongue. Lick in slow, small circles initially and later put your mouth completely over it, entwining with my clit the way you performed with your tongue.
Hear my slow, gentle groans. Perceive my fingers in your hair. Listen to my respiration rhythm. Feel my pelvis gyrate. Savor my salty and earthy pussy.
Place one hand on my breast. It is large, round, smooth, and soft. Palpate my erect nipple in your palm. My breathing and gyrating will become more constant as you outline my clit with your tongue and caress and caress my breast with your hand.
As the speed of my breathing hastens and my gyrations turn into convulsions, move your other hand beneath your chin and insert your finger through my wet labia to the entrance to my womb. Slowly rub the entrance up and down as your tongue swiftly flicks back and forth over my clit. Feel my foot that was over the back of the couch enveloping you and my heel pushing into your back.
Slide your finger within me. Circle the fleshy wet walls of my vagina with your finger as your tongue vigorously licks my clit. My breathing is chaotic, my groans are loud. My hands are clutching your face to my crotch.
Feel a specific small mound of flesh further up the front wall within my womb. Stroke it a few times to the rhythm of your tongue in my clit. My moans denote that I specifically appreciated that. Make your finger rigid and straight, and move it in and out of me swiftly, seeking to hit that little fleshy mound.
Feel my body shudder violently and hear my prolonged, single-note exaltation. I try to push your face away. As my body stiffens and becomes upright, remove your finger. Stop licking, but keep your tongue touching my clitoris. Your other hand should be gripping my breast still.
I begin to respire once more. You perceive my body unwind beneath you.
Gradually move your tongue in small circles over my clit once more. Adhere to my speed as my breathing quickens considerably than it did the previous time. Wrap your arms around my thighs as you sensationally lick my clit, bringing me to a second loud, thrashing climax.
Permit me to rest a few moments before you go again, applying your tongue and your fingers to bring me to a third climax. Give me very little time to rest before you go again and grant me a fourth climax.
Remain me reclining on my couch, depleted and gasping. As you rid your pants and briefs and obtain a condom, savor the perspective of my exhausted naked body, awaiting you to touch me.
Stoop down and kiss me on the lips. Inquire, "Are you prepared to be my slut now?"
I will say, "Yes".
Ask me to return my foot back on top of the couch. I will comply.
Lie on top of me. Experience my sleek thighs, hard abs, and enormous soft breast against your skin. Place the tip of your penis at the entryway to my womb. Rub it up and down on the wetness a bit. Regard me and remark, "Convey to me you yearn for my dick. Tell me you yearn to be my slut."
I'll gaze into your eyes and say passionately, "My cunt yearns for your dick. Shove your dick in me now. Make me your whore."
Insert your dick into my vagina. Don't be gentle. Feel me shudder and hear me groan. Draw your dick mostly out of me, and then thrust it back inside. Feel my shiver and hear my groan again. Then execute it again, and once more, and once more. Constrain me tightly and squeeze your eyes shut as you construct a tempo. Feel my nipples and jiggling breasts against your chest. Hear my moans transform into staccato grunts. Rise and peer down on me. Intensify your pace as you pound me more aggressively, making me your slut, making me your whore.
Damn, fuck me harder! Use me for your pleasure. Check out my pretty face as I struggle to keep my eyes open.
See my mouth gape open, failing to keep up with how hard you're pounding me. Fuck your slut even harder, baby. Admire my big, bouncing tits while I moan operatically. Feel my pussy grab your cock as I climax for the hundredth time.
Pick up the pace—don't show me mercy. Enjoy fucking this hot piece as hard as you've ever fucked before.
Blow your load deep inside of me. Marvel at the sweet release of your cum bursting inside me as you thrust harder.
Your work here is done. You've taken all that I have to give. Reach down, grab the condom, and toss it in the bin. Round the corner for a quick shower and return. Lie down beside me, wrapping your arms around my bare skin. We can chat about the rest of the plans for this steamy night while we catch our breath.
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