Erotic Stories

Index > Cream on the Side by Shali Taylor

Anne chose a latte and Charlotte an expresso. “ Shall we sit over here?” Charlotte chose a booth near the back of the café. She waited until Anne sat and then slid beside her rather than opposite. They did not speak until after the waiter brought the coffees.

”I’m so glad you contacted me,” Anne said, nervously stirring her latte. “I would be too shy to make first contact. Have you done this before?” .

”No, but I’ve thought about it for ages.” Charlotte smiled to put the other woman at her ease. “Did you come from work?”

”Yes, I work just a couple of streets away. You?”

”No, I just come into the city weekly on business.” Charlotte looked directly at Anne. “I’m glad you agreed to meet.”

Anne blushed slightly. “Me too.”

Charlotte, glancing around to check that no-one had a clear view into their booth, put her hand on Anne’s leg. She slid it up under the skirt, and down into the apex of Anne’s thighs. She felt the heat, and dampness. “You’re turned on,” she murmured, looking at Anne’s mouth.

Anne shifted slightly on the seat, parting her thighs. Charlotte felt the gap where the crotchless pantyhose gave access to the damp curls. Her finger stroked between the lips, feeling the moisture seeping between them. Without taking her eyes off Anne’s mouth, she continued to stroke until she felt the nub of Anne’s clitoris. She massaged it around, pushing back the hood and causing Anne to gasp as she rubbed directly on the swollen bud. Anne’s breathing was shallow. Her eyes left Charlotte’s face and looked towards the other customers in the café but no-one was looking. Her legs parted further.

Charlotte felt the invitation and slid her finger down, searching for the source of the moisture. Anne was so wet that her finger slid in easily, and Charlotte moved closer so she could more easily access Anne’s soaking vagina. She pulled her finger out, and slid in two, then out again and then three, forcing them as deeply in as she could. Ann gasped. Holding her fingers inside the woman’s throbbing pussy, she gripped Anne’s vulva with her palm and began to rub the clitoris. Anne squirmed. She kept her eyes on the café, avoiding Charlotte’s gaze. Charlotte’s thumb was relentless and in another minute Anne’s gasp and vaginal contractions gave Charlotte the result she sought.

”Nice,” Charlotte murmured. Charlotte slipped her hand out from between Anne’s thighs and waved at the waiter. He came over.

”May I have a serviette please?” Charlotte held up her hand, wriggling her wet fingers. Anne blushed scarlet at the man’s puzzled look.

”Certainly.” The man came back and handed her the serviette. “Can I get you anything else?” Charlotte made a show of slowly wiping each finger with the navy paper. “What a mess you made, Anne,” she said. Charlotte looked up at the waiter. “Thank you. I think my friend could do with another coffee, thanks. A double shot expresso. Oh, and cream on the side please.”