Please be aware that every story, that I compose for your intended pleasure, is a complete work of fiction and has no relationship to anyone living or dead. Some small snippets are drawn from my own life and experience, but most scenarios are conjured to, hopefully, delight your senses. Princess and I, do not necessarily enjoy, condone, or have experienced, the things that happen, in my literary excursions. Mary Shelley would have found it very uncomfortable to have bits chopped off, so that she could have the knowledge to write Frankenstein! Enjoy the stories, and perhaps challenge your prejudices. They are intended to suit varied tastes and desires but they are not a suggestion to you. Vwiz.
Strange Meetings (Part 1) by VWiz
The familiar lightness in Joe’s head grows more noticeable as he turns his head, to look both ways, before crossing the busy High Street. It always seemed to be same, when he went shopping in town. Then again, all that walking, and his habit of not eating a breakfast, would forever mean that his body-sugar levels never stayed high enough and, at 45 years old and a desk-jockey, he wasn’t as fit as he used to be. Entering Campbell’s Burger Bar he is instantly disappointed to find a large queue, but resigns himself to meekly joining it.
Glancing back now, Joe tries to earmark a possible seat for himself, when he finally gets served. His eyes slowly roam from left to right and then suddenly stop as he sees a curvy, ginger-haired woman, of about his own age, edging herself into the plastic bucket of a twin-seat table. The gaping front of her suit jacket instantly draws his gaze and he delights, for the briefest of moments, on the wonderful sight of the deep cleavage her ample breasts have formed, as she bends forward. Not wishing to be caught staring too long and embarrassingly, he lifts his eyes to look at her face and finds that she is smiling broadly at him, and she seems very reluctant to sit, for she spends quite a while brushing the back of her skirt before settling. Disappointed that he will be forced to look for a place further back, towards the window, and unable to sneak further looks at this interesting woman, Joe turns forward to the servers again and finds the queue has more than halved. Advancing, to take up the space left, he risks another look back. Again he lets his eyes roam from left to right, but now blind to any empty seating and eager to grab another voyeuristic look at the friendly redhead.
She is waiting for him! Her grin of satisfaction is quite obvious when Joe’s eyes meet hers. Quite obviously, she also wants to reward his interest, because her arms are resting on the table and her broad chest is now resting upon them, presenting him with a much tighter, but more bulging, cleavage. Her right arm then suddenly lifts up and his gaze lifts to find that she is mimicking a cup. Her red-painted lips mouth the word ‘COFFEE’ and then she points to the seat on the other side of her small table, cocking her head and raising her eyebrows questioningly. Very eagerly, Joe mouths back ‘OKAY’ and smiles warmly. The woman smiles back delightedly, her face conveying many things at once, to Joe. He senses, not only great delight but also, affection, desire, invitation and sexual heightening, the last of which she seems intent on expressing, for she openly unfastens the top button of her jacket and leans to her right, watching him all the time as she fumbles to find a Riverboulder carrier from under her seat. Stunned but knowing where his eyes are being induced to look, Joe feasts on the inner curve of her right breast and notes that she is wearing a white bra, the edge of which is visible in the partially released jacket. It is, perhaps, fortunate that she locates the bag and then reaches across the table to place it on his intended seat, because the flutter in Joe’s groin is being matched by a stiffening of his cock. Further to that, she is now pointing behind Joe as her hand becomes free again.
“Yes, SIR!” A voice calls as he begins to turn, finding to his embarrassment that queue now consists of him!
With his appetite for food suddenly diminished, Joe settles for a simple cheeseburger, instead of the quarter-pounder with fries that he originally planned. After the young lad has added milk tubs, sugar, serviettes and, finally, the coffees, Joe turns away and walks the small distance to his reserved seat. Placing the tray on the table, he picks up the woman’s carrier and offers it back to her, with a smile.
“Hello!” He cheerfully greets her and, feeling almost confident of permission, he takes a quick glance at her still proffered cleavage.
“He-e-eello!” She returns, drawing out the word as if it isn’t a bright enough greeting to him.
Taking the bag, she quickly discards it back down by her feet and Joe records that the button on her jacket has been refastened. Seating himself, he unloads the tray and pushes it to one side, by the wall.
“Are you sure you wouldn’t like something to eat as well?” He asks, watching as she uncaps her drink and adds sugar and milk.
“Do you think I need to add some more pounds?” She asks, almost sarcastically, yet her tone seems more teasing and also her gesture, as she raises her hands behind her head and leans back in her seat.
To Joe, her mature and plump, but very appealingly curved, body would be far less attractive if it was slimmer and he doesn’t hesitate to let her know as he gazes at her straining jacket, feeling his cock stirring again when he spies the two firm projections that reveal her hardened nipples. “No, but you do need to eat enough, to keep your body as beautiful, as it is.”
“Thank you!” She glows at his compliment, reaching forward again to grasp her coffee and to begin stirring it. Suddenly he feels a bare foot brushing the inside of his right calf and she winks . “The coffee will be just fine. I always end up with my face smeared in goo, if I have one of those. It’s alright at home, getting a messy face, but not in public.”
Joe grins at her comment, knowing for certain that she intends it to be suggestive by her equal failure to keep a straight face. They both sip their coffee’s.
“You smell wonderful, you know?” She quietly comments, half-stating and half-questioning. “It’s so intoxicating that I’ve followed you in and out of every shop since Wellingtons. I noticed it when we were stood, side by side, looking for razor replacements. That scent is so…, so hypnotic and arousing that I’d happily do anything for you, to you, or with you.”
“Ugh! But I’m not wearing anything!” Joe contradicts, almost choking on his coffee.
“Sadly, you’re wearing clothes!” The woman pouts theatrically and then grins wickedly as she leans back in her seat and her bare foot slides on to his seat, pressing against the growing bulge in his jeans.
Just as he drops a hand, to capture her nylon-covered foot, she whisks it away again and leans forward, cradling her cardboard cup. “I’d much rather you were naked and without all these people around.” She softly desires and then leans forward, even more, to whisper in his ear. “Mmmm! That scent is so powerful, and I do recognize it. Your lover has come over you, hasn’t she?”
“Yes, you’re quite right. And beautifully so!” Joe admits, then takes his own liberty, in return, by reaching out with his right hand to her wrist, encircling it but then stretching his fingers out to brush the front of her left breast, that is resting so invitingly on the table.
“Oh fuck! If you keep doing that, this seat is going to smell as beautiful as you.” She sighs in his ear and then licks his cheek just in front of it. “Mmmm! You still taste of cunt too. I’d love her to do that to me. To squirt, as I lick her. Do you think she’d like that?”
“I have no doubt about it, at all.” Joe croakily replies, in her ear, his fingers now hooking under the left lapel of her jacket and gliding up and down against the swell of her breast. “Would you like her to do the same, whilst you lick her shaven cunny. To sprinkle juice for you to lap up, or to trickle down off your chin, on to those beautiful breasts?”
“Oh fuck, yes! And down on to my own smooth cunt.” She gasps in to his ear, but then she draws back slightly, clasping his exploring hand in both of hers, to halt its adventures. “I think we ought to go somewhere less busy, don’t you?”
“I think it might be wiser. What about your coffee, though?” He questions, knowing that neither of them have drunk more than a sip or two.
“I’ve almost had enough. What about your burger?” She counters, glancing at his un-opened case.
“I’ve kinda lost my hunger. For food, that is!” He grins lustily.
“You’d like to eat me instead, would you?” She grins back, before taking a final mouthful of her coffee.
“Most definitely, but not without my lover being there and giving me permission.” Joe wisely cautions, not bothering with his own drink.
She looks thoughtful for a moment and then conjectures. “So you don’t think she will mind this little tease, that we are already having?”
Placing their barely enjoyed refreshments back on the tray, Joe has time to think, himself. “Not if I’m taking you home with me, for her to share, and we…, we don’t get carried away on our own.”
“How do you know she will like me, and be as horny for me as you are?” She pursues, as if she wants to hear how much she is desired.
Rising to his feet, Joe attempts to get them moving, to the better surroundings that she had first suggested. “Because you are the woman that she has been looking for. Same physique, same wicked playfulness and the same desire. Believe me, I know!”
Bending to the side for her bag again, but without releasing a button this time, she ensures that he has long enough to appreciate the view before she rises to her feet. Allowing her to lead the way, Joe follows her out of the burger bar and on to the High Street.
“Are we going to your car?” She asks, swapping her bag between hands and then reaching out her right hand for him to hold.
For a brief moment, he runs his eyes up and down her body, taking in the pastel blue suit, that fits her plump curves so well. Then he readily takes her offered hand. “It would seem the best idea to me, unless you have other plans?”
“Possibly…” She poses, starting to walk down the brick paving and leaving him with no option, but to follow. “I just want to pop in to Brown’s.”
“Fine! That’s okay with me.” Joe complies, eager to get her home yet knowing, by her teasing posture and previous behaviour, that her need for taking a detour won’t be without reason............
..... To be continued .....