A few weeks ago I e-mailed Chynabright, another Lit member who lives in the UK, to ask if she wanted to co-write a story with me. I wanted to do this because I've written a few for Literotica and have had some good feedback, but I've always been frustrated that I've not really been able to know exactly how it feels from the female side.
I'd read a few of Chyna's stories and liked her writing, so hoped she'd been up for it.
She agreed and over the last few weeks we've been working on this story. I wrote the first section, then she wrote a few hundred words, then I did, and so on. I think the results are pretty hot - tell us what you think...
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I ran into the café to get out of the sudden downpour. I dumped my sodden gymbag on the floor, ordered a double espresso and slumped into a chair.
It had been a tough workout. It had been a month of tough workouts, but I was in training for the marathon and I was determined to beat last year's time of 3 hours 28 minutes.
At the age of thirty-two I knew I wouldn't have many more chances to beat that time, and with my six foot three, rugby player's build, long distance running was always going to be difficult. But I'd put the work in. Months of training were coming together. Months of pounding the treadmill and pumping the weights, meant I was now in peak physical condition, and I was ready for the race.
As I swept the rain from my short blond hair and put my suit jacket across the back of my chair I pictured myself crossing that finishing line with the clock showing 3 hours 19 minutes, and a smile crept across my face.
To be honest I was looking forward to it all being over. Spending so much time training had left me with little time for anything else.
Sure, part of the reason I'd started long distance running was to get over the break-up of my last serious relationship, but that had been more than 18 months ago. Thinking about it, I'd not even had sex for over six months. Wanting to preserve my energy for the gym, I'd even stopped masturbating.
Sipping the scalding hot coffee I thought about how it really was time I got out there and started seeing someone. I shifted in my seat, suddenly aware of the tension in my loins, my balls heavy and full with unreleased need.
I coughed and shook myself out of it. There would be time for that once I'd run the marathon.
I looked around the café. It being central London it was full of people in business clothes, all animatedly discussing deals, rushing through their drinks, looking outside at the rain bouncing up from the pavement.
A tall blonde woman walked in, bending over to shake her umbrella outside and showing her firm ass and long, bare legs as she did. I felt my cock stirring again. I really had to do something about this!
Maybe I should just go up to her and ask her out. Maybe she'd say yes. I'd never had much trouble getting girls to go out with me when I'd asked before. I wasn't bad looking. In fact most girls said I was handsome. They liked my blue eyes, my deep voice and my muscular chest.
Maybe this girl would agree to go out with me. She was pretty enough, I thought as I watched her at the counter. In her late 20s, probably a lawyer at one of the firms nearby, probably wrapping her clients round her little finger with that short skirt, high heels and those long, tanned legs.
I had to stop staring at her. I had to drink my coffee. I really had to get laid.
I forced myself to look away, and looked around the rest of the café. That's when I saw you..........
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Dan had just stepped outside of the noisy cafe to take a phone call when I had that feeling you get when you just know someone is checking you out.
I turned and saw you watching me.
I still can't put my finger on what exactly made you notice me; just another face amongst the crowd.
Dan, my horny husband, and I had popped into the cafe for something to eat. We'd been up most of the night (fucking, of course -- what else would we be doing?) and I was knackered. I'm sure I looked it too.
Before we'd left I'd thrown on an old pair of jeans and a vest top. OK, so my cleavage was showing; not a bad cleavage even though I do say so myself (and Dan tells me at least once a day what great breasts I have)!
Maybe that was it, my cleavage; men are suckers for a nice pair of breasts. Maybe you liked the messed up hair look, not my usual style but that morning I was more interested in eating than looking good. Dan thought I looked hot with my long, dark hair curling over my tanned shoulders. Anyway, you were watching me. I smiled and watched back. I found myself subconsciously staring at your crotch, and then I consciously wondered how big your packet was under your trousers. My smile must have been inviting as you then approached our table..
"Hi," you smiled.
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"Hi," I smiled back.
I could feel my heart racing as I walked over to you. It was that old feeling I loved so much. I remember how it had always made me feel, how that rush of doing something naughty made me feel alive. It was funny how the old sensations came back along with the old instinct.
Louise, my ex, had always been amazed by my ability to spot women and men who were into sex. I just had some kind of sense for it, and as soon as I saw you sitting there with your husband there was something about you that interested me. Sure you looked gorgeous. When your husband left the table I got a clear view of you, your dark hair brushing against the flawless skin of your slender arms, your enticing cleavage, and your mischievous eyes, smiling invitingly at me.
Maybe it was the eyes. That had to be it. Whatever it was, it was enough to make my cock stir. Without thinking I got up and walked over to you. I knew just from looking at you that you'd be up for it.
As I walked over, feeling my heart race and the excitement build, I wondered how you'd like to do it. Would you like to be on top? Would we go to a hotel or just fuck in the café toilets? Would your husband be involved? Would you enjoy two pairs of hands roaming over your body, two sets of lips kissing your neck and breasts, two tongues, one licking your nipples, the other gliding over your pussy? I knew it would happen. The only question was how.....
"Your husband's going to get wet out there isn't he?"
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"Well, getting wet isn't always a bad thing, I love it when men make me wet," I said suggestively, the innuendo floating between us. I wondered what you were thinking of my sexual confidence. I wasn't usually this forward with men, but that day something told me that this could be fun, very fun. I took a bite of my chocolate muffin when out of the corner of my eye I saw Dan outside, still chatting on his phone. I don't think you noticed him watching us.
I can bet that there's plenty of men who would like to get you wet," you grinned.
I decided to tease Dan a little. I moved a little closer to you.
"Would you be one of them?" I asked as I ran my fingers up your thigh and over your crotch where I could easily feel your hardening cock through your trousers. God, you felt big! I felt my pussy responding with a tingle as I started to wonder what it could be like to feel your sizeable cock inside me. I glanced outside and smiled at Dan, he returned the smile as he finished his call and moved towards the door. "Can't say that I'd turn you down if you were offering."
Dan returned to the table, sat down next to me and put his hand on my knee.
"Hi," he said to you.
"Dan, this is...?" I looked questioningly at you.
