A Handsome Visitor

I sit across from my friend Annabelle. We have chosen a small table to the side of the sidewalk cafe that allow us to show off our long legs to pedestrians. I love the line of my lower thigh and calf as my legs emerge from my skirt. As fun as it is to distract passersby, mostly my friend and I enjoy each other's company. Most days we're the ones serving customers. It's nice to be the one being served.

Annabelle is delightful. Smart, funny. Annabelle also has a keen eye for a handsome man, yet is completely uncompetitive about attracting one. We've always been able to savor the finer specimens together.

I am talking about marketing her side hustle when Annabelle eyes dart behind me and her lips open. I can tell she's stopped listening. I follow her gaze to a man, clad in a bold blue suit with a bold purple shirt. He slows, smiles and nods to her and then turns his attention to me. His green eyes capture mine. I hold my breath. Suddenly his shoulder is smacked by a companion who smirks, "quit ogling" and beckons him on. He bows his head to me, nods to Annabelle and after a few moments is lost in the crowd.

I shake my head and look at Annabelle. She giggles. Annabelle points a finger at my chest. I look down and see that I'm red. I pick up my wine glass to see my reflection and realize that I've been blushing. Annabelle leans forward and whispers, "wouldn't it be great if they were all like that, huh?" I nod and sigh. I raise my glass towards her, and whisper, "Isn't that the truth."

We continue talking, coming up with a plan that Annabelle can start implementing in the morning before we start our day jobs. We move on to our love lives. Annabelle asks about my last date. I shrug my shoulders and sigh. I'm tired of cocky men who just want to talk, refuse to listen, and think they deserve my lips on the cock as reward for the "pleasure" of their company. I tell her, "I'm still looking", and ask about her boyfriend. Annabelle smiles and gushes about how he charmed her mother when they went home to visit. Her enthusiasm infects me, and suddenly I'm picturing those green eyes gazing into mine.

Annabelle beckons for the server to bring our bill. She comes towards us and tells us that it's been taken care of. Then she leans forward and whispers, "Well done. Well done." I realize that she's unbuttoned another button of her shirt. I glance at Annabelle. She shrugs. Another customer motions to our server and she is away.

We walk back inside the cafe seeking a familiar face that might have paid our bill. I assume it's Gavin, the Irish bartender that sometimes flirts with us. While I search Gavin out, I see HIM at the end of the bar. He's gazing our way, like he's been waiting for us. My legs have stopped responding. Annabelle bumps into my shoulder. Now we're both stationary as he glides towards us.

He stops before us, and asks Annabelle, "Pardon me, would you allow me to take your lovely friend away from you?" Annabelle blurts out, "Of course." She kisses my cheek and practically races out of the cafe.

He offers a hand. I place mine in his. He raises it to his lips and gently kisses my fingers. "My name is Conor. May I know your name."

"Olivia" I murmur.

"What I lovely name for a lovely woman. I realize you've just eaten, would you like to walk with me."

I nod. I feel like I'm dreaming. But it's a nice dream so I hope it will last longer before I realize I've napped at the cafe.

He leads me out of the cafe and then he stops. He turns to me and says, "I'm afraid I have little idea of where we should go. I've only been on this street and the next one since I arrived."

He looks suddenly unsure, almost hesitant.

I smile and slide my arm around his and guide him towards my favorite park. At first we talk quickly, maneuvering through where we're from, why he's here, what I like best about my home. By the time we reach the park, our pace has slowed, no longer driven by the need to know the basics, and not yet at ease to talk of more important matters.

In the park, our silence feels appropriate. The breeze ruffles the leaves above us. Sunlight shimmers off the pond. Chirping birds accompany us.

Walking arm and arm, our closeness is magnified by the silence. I feel the muscle of his arm. Can watch his face when he admires the surroundings. When his eyes touch mine, I grin. My smile elicits his.

I lead him to a space off the main path, a little away from the water and hidden around a bend. He looks around, squints at me and smiles. I blush again. His hand slides to my waist and he bends his head toward mine. I lean in and we kiss. His lips are soft yet insistent. I bring my hand to the back of his neck. Our tongues emerge and explore each other.

I break the kiss first. His eyes open and we gaze at each other. His finger strokes my jaw. We kiss again, more insistent this time. His hand on my waist pulls me closer. I press my chest against him. It seems forever and in an instant. Rustling interrupts us. We both turn and see rustling in the bushes to our right. Young laughter rings out. "Seems we've provided a show for some young boys."

He clasps my hand. "Olivia, perhaps we should continue this in a more private location. Would it be too forward of me to invite you to my hotel room? That's actually where I said I would be. I excused myself from our afternoon meeting due to jet lag and said I needed a nap so I'd be ready for our business dinner tonight."

"Well perhaps I can help you rest well."

He tells me that being seen together would raise his credibility with the youngest member of the team, but won't go over with the rest of his company. So we walk back along side lanes. We pick up a bottle of wine. We enter the hotel through its rear entrance. We giggle as I lead him to the service stairwell. When the door closes, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me. I run my hands through his hair as I kiss him back. I half wish he would hike my skirt up and take me immediately.

"I couldn't resist any longer," he whispers. Then he takes my hand and leads me up. At the fourth floor we pause by the exit and listen. "It sounds empty," I tell him. Count to thirty and then follow me. He glances out the door and then glides out. I admire his butt as the door closes behind him.

While I count, I inspect my shirt and smooth out my skirt. It wouldn't pass Annabelle's inspection, but it'll do. The hallway is empty. His door is cracked out. I slide inside and close it. He's set up two glasses on the table by the window. I hear the sink running. The bathroom door is ajar and I move towards it.

Suddenly I feel a hand on my waist. I twist and start to swing the wine bottle, but my arm is blocked. His grin is sliding into a laugh. I hit his chest with my hand. "I'm sorry, I was going for excitement, but you're faster than I thought." I hit him again. "Let me make it up to you." He kisses me. His arms wrap around my waist. I melt into his kiss. I feel him take the wine bottle away and he spins me towards the table by the window.

"Would you like a glass?" he offers. I shake my head no. He smiles and kisses me again. His hands slide over my ass and then he's lifting me off the floor and carrying me to the bed. He sits me on the bed and we break apart.

Our eyes lock. I reach up and unbutton his shirt one by one. Once undone, I slide my hands on his chest. His hands caress my legs. I slide his shirt off his shoulders. His hands caress under my skirt. I slide my fingers over his stomach to his belt and unbuckle it. His hands untuck my shirt and caress my sides. I slide his pants over the firmness of his ass and they fall to the floor. His palms caress my nipples. I slide my fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs and slide them down until gravity takes over. Our eyes remain locked.

Before I can slide my fingers over his cock, he presses me back on the bed. One hand fondles my breast, pinning me against the bed, the other yanks aside my panties. "Yes!" I thrust my head back anticipating his cock parting my lips.

Instead cool air blows across my slit. I moan. My back arches against his hand, and then his tongue is upon me. Pleasure courses through my body, relaxing and energizing at the same time. When his tongue seizes on my clit I gasp. "Jah, jah, jah, rohkem veel rohkem!" I cry.

Then he releases my clit and licks and kisses around my pussy, to my groin and inner thighs. Soothing, pleasurable sensations. I try to remain patient when my body urges me to pull his mouth back to my pussy. I moan and run my fingers through his hair. Sensations dance up and down my body. My legs spread, inviting him. I am utterly relaxed and desperately horny.

I look down and see his eyes on me. He raises his eyebrows and smirks, then darts back to my slit and licks from bottom to top. I lean my head back, my back arches. He chuckles, but I don't care as long as his tongue laps my juices. His tongue presses inside me. I watch his eyes gaze into mine as pleasure courses through me.

He adds a finger inside. My fingers grip his head. His tongue and finger press, thrust, I moan and pant and babble. My feet press against the mattress, raising my hips. His lips press against me. His tongue swirls my clit. Energy courses through me. My legs quiver and I scream "Conor!"

My eyes blink. I'm curled in his arms, my cheek resting against his cheek. He strokes my check.

"You are amazing," he murmurs. My hand rubs his chest. He leans down and kisses my lips. Our tongues explore our mouths. His hand squeezes my breast, his thumb flicks over my nipple. I slide my hand over his abs, seeking. His mouth presses against me. I grasp him and he moans into my mouth. He's hard and throbbing inside my fingers.

I twist and slide my leg across him, bringing myself above him. I grin down at him and rub his cock against my pussy. I slip him into me and sink down until our groins touch. I press my hands against his chest for balance and start to bounce. Up and down I bounce, squeezing his cock and feeling it stroke my insides.

His palms cup my breast and rub circles as I bounce.

"Feel so good, feel so good, feel so good," I repeat like a mantra.

"Oh Olivia, you're so gorgeous," he grunts.

The tension inside me builds and I bounce faster. I whip my hair around.

"Fuuuccckkk," he mutters as his eyes savor me.

This second orgasm rips through me and I spasm on his cock. As my energy fades, his hands grip my hips and he thrusts into me. He pounds into me, holding me steady so that he can drive me towards another orgasm.

I see his face tense. "Inside," I tell him. He thrusts and thrusts until he grimaces and bangs his head back growling. I feel his cum splash inside of me. I bend forward and kiss him. His hands wrap around my back. I kiss him gently, tenderly.

Finally, I snuggle on his chest. I listen to him breathe as his fingers trail over my back. "Well, this 'nap' was quite refreshing," he says. I slap his chest.

"Didn't you say that you had a business dinner tonight?"

"Oh shit!"