Naughty Meet Up

I was a nervous wreck as I entered the bustling coffee shop, my heart fluttering with anticipation. It was our first meeting, arranged online, and I couldn't believe I was actually going through with it. I, Zarlie, a shy 24-year-old, had always fantasised about being with an older, more experienced man, and here I was, about to meet one.

Scanning the room, I spotted him instantly. Ben, tall and handsome, exuded an air of confidence that immediately made my knees weak. He was sitting casually at a corner table, his intense gaze fixed on me as if he could see right through my soul. My face flushed, and I quickly averted my eyes, feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension.

I made my way over, my steps hesitant. As I approached, he stood, revealing his broad shoulders and muscular build. His smile was warm and inviting, and I felt an instant connection, like a spark igniting between us.

"You must be Zarlie," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded, unable to form coherent words. I was mesmerised by his presence, and my shyness seemed to melt away under his intense stare.

"Sit, my dear," he offered, pulling out a chair. His manners were impeccable, but there was an underlying tone of dominance in his voice that made my pulse race.

As I sat, our knees touched, and I felt a jolt of electricity. Ben leaned in, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've been waiting for this moment, Zarlie. I can sense your desire, your submission."

My cheeks burned, and I could barely breathe. This was it—the moment I had fantasised about. I wanted to please him, to submit to his every desire.

"Tell me, Zarlie, have you ever been with an older man?" His voice was low and seductive.

I shook my head, my eyes wide. "N-no, never. I... I've always wanted to, though."

Ben's hand reached for mine under the table, his touch sending tingles up my arm. "Good. I want to be your first, to show you what real pleasure feels like."

I was putty in his hands, ready to follow wherever he led. As if reading my thoughts, he leaned closer, his lips brushing my ear. "I know a place nearby, a little private spot. Come with me, and I'll give you an experience you'll never forget."

Without a second thought, I agreed, eager to be alone with him. We left the coffee shop, hand in hand, and walked through the city streets. I felt a sense of adventure, my heart pounding with excitement and a hint of nervousness.

He led me to a secluded public bathroom, hidden away from the busy streets. It was dimly lit, and the sound of running water echoed off the tiles. Ben locked the door behind us, ensuring our privacy.

"Now, Zarlie, it's just you and me," he whispered, his breath hot on my neck.

I turned to face him, my eyes locked on his as he slowly undressed me, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my blouse. His touch was gentle yet commanding, and I felt my body respond, my nipples hardening under his gaze.

Soon, I was standing before him, completely naked, my skin prickling with anticipation. Ben's eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve, every inch of my exposed flesh. I felt vulnerable yet incredibly aroused.

"You're stunning, Zarlie. Every inch of you is perfect." His words sent a wave of heat through me.

I bit my lip as he stepped closer, his hard body pressing against mine. His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through my core. I gasped, my head falling back against the cold tile wall.

"You like that, don't you, my sweet submissive slut?" he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down my neck.

I could barely speak, lost in a haze of desire. "Y-yes, please..." I managed to whisper.

Ben's hand slid down my body, his fingers skillfully parting my wet folds. He teased my clit, circling it slowly, making me squirm with need. I was so wet, so ready for him.

"You're dripping for me, Zarlie. I'm going to fill you up, right here." His voice was thick with desire.

Before I could process his words, he lifted me onto the bathroom counter, my legs wrapping around his waist. His cock, hard and thick, pressed against my entrance, and with one swift thrust, he impaled me, filling me completely.

I cried out, my body trembling as waves of pleasure consumed me. Ben began to move, his hips thrusting deep and hard, pounding into my sensitive spot. The sound of our flesh slapping filled the small room, mingling with my moans and his grunts of pleasure.

"Fuck, you feel so tight, so wet," he growled, his hands gripping my thighs.

I was lost in a whirlwind of sensations, my body on fire. Ben's cock felt incredible, stretching me, hitting all the right spots. I could feel my orgasm building, my core clenching around him.

"Cum for me, Zarlie," he commanded, his voice hoarse. "Let me feel your pussy milk my cock."

His words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body shaking as my orgasm ripped through me. Ben's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He filled me with his hot seed, his cock twitching inside me as he emptied himself.

I could feel his cum leaking out of my well-fucked pussy, running down my thighs. Ben withdrew, his thick cock glistening with our combined juices. He brought his fingers to my mouth, making me taste our passion.

"Suck on them, taste how wet you are for me," he ordered, his voice gentle but firm.

I did as he instructed, my tongue swirling around his fingers, savoring the flavor of our pleasure. He then slid his fingers back down, pushing them inside my sensitive hole, making me gasp.

"I want you to keep my cum inside you, Zarlie. Feel it dripping down your legs as you walk back to the coffee shop." His voice was a soft purr.

I nodded, my eyes hazy with post-orgasmic bliss. He slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty yet incredibly satisfied.

As we dressed, I couldn't stop smiling, my body still buzzing from the intense encounter. Ben's dominance and the public nature of our tryst had fulfilled my deepest fantasies.

"Thank you, Ben," I whispered, my eyes shining with gratitude.

He leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. "It's just the beginning, Zarlie. I have so much more in store for you."

I couldn't wait to discover what other pleasures he had in mind. As we left the bathroom, I walked with a newfound confidence, my legs still sticky with his cum. I knew this was just the start of an erotic adventure that would push my boundaries and fulfill my submissive desires.