Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Coffee Shop Girl by Uncle Pester Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2010 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted. Keywords: (MF, oral, cons, cheat) Notes: A married man is confronted by a young college co-ed for a host of good times. Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. This story and characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to events or persons (living or dead) is purely coincidental. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. If you are offended by stories featuring group sex, bisexual situations, incest, sex between minors and adults, or any other situation, please check the story code before reading the text. These stories are just that, stories, and do not promote or condone the activities described herein, especially when it comes to unsafe sexual practices or sex between adults and minors. Chapter 1: The Meeting Sam is married. He's not unhappy in the marriage, but he got sucked into a marriage carrying an instant family with three step kids and the oldest has a girlfriend with one in the oven. He did his job faithfully. He paid for everything faithfully, but he wasn't ready for the reality of his future life. It took him by suprise much like a deer struck in the headlights - blind to what would happen next. He went to bed on time every night. Woke up consistantly on time and arrived at work without fail. His life was a bore. He knew it but refused to admit it. He was so into his daily routine that he hardly noticed the new girl at the coffee shop he stopped at daily. He saw her and felt that all too familiar crush. He had no idea who she was or why she had the effect on him that she did, but in his eyes she was beautiful. She had raven black hair pulled into the back of the issued ball cap they were required to wear. Her eyes were sparkling green, white, and adorned with mascara that not only accentuated them, but also brought out the color brighter than ever. She was a short, petite gal with barely an A cup bra. She might have actually barely filled out a training bra to tell the truth. The kind of girl he could only masturbate to in his wildest fantasies. He noticed that he was staring at her and diverted his eyes to protect himself. She made him feel like a teenager again. Too afraid to make eye contact. Too afraid to even say hello. He paid for his coffee barely making eye contact with her and went on his way. But, her visage never left his mind. He thought about her often and about the things he'd like to say and do to her. However, every time he met her at the coffee shop, his insecurities took the better of him and denied his power to make even small talk with her. He dreamt of her. She consumed his thoughts. He was smitten. Until one day he walked in and found his confidence. "Hi" he said to her. He was happy he had even gotten this far in a conversation with her. "Hello. The usual?" she replied. Dammit - she's already got me pegged and I know nothing of her. He acknowledged her assumption and she went off to fix him his vice. He noticed how her ass looked so good in those black polyester pants and how he'd love to be behind her filling her. He felt a twitch in his penis signaling a soon to be hard-on. The sex drive drove him further and gave him the confidence he needed to continue. She handed him his coffee as he introduced himself to her. He made some small talk and found out her name is Sarah. He paid for the drink and felt a bit of refound confidence in himself. He felt that tomorrow would be a new day and time to make his move. * * * "Hi, Sarah." Sam said with confidence. "Howdy, Sam. The usual?" "Am I that predictable?" he queried. She replied with a grin and said, "Yes you are. By the way, when are you finally going to ask me out for a drink?" If you could see the look on Sam's face, one could only describe it as one who'd been caught during a robbery. He blushed and started to stammer. Over the weeks he'd try to make small talk with her but he had no idea he was found out. "Wow", she said. "I knew you were shy but this is really cute." He stammered, "I, uh, would love to but I'm married." as he showed her his ring finger. "Yea, so what." This sent Sam's mind spinning. He'd never thought of cheating but this young thing was offering herself to him. He was 45 while she could be well under 20 - younger than his own step daughter. The though of nailing such tight trim took over him. He couldn't even respond. "Tell you what. I'm going to The Underground tonight around 9pm. I'll be in the back of the bar in a booth with two of my girlfriends. You're welcome to come join us if you like." she said with a sly grin. She knew she had him at her fingertips He thanked her for her kindness but said he couldn't show up. The hours ticked slowly by as he thought about his possible tryst with that young co-ed. He knew he could probably get away with it, but did he want to? Hell yes. He wanted her like nothing else. He made an excuse to get out of the house, got dressed, and headed out to his waiting girl. He got to the bar and found her exactly where she said she'd be. He was dry-mouthed as he approached the booth. He waved a perfunctory wave at Sarah and the other two girls sitting across from her spread out preventing him to sit across from her and forced him to sit next to Sarah. He took his seat next to her. "I'm glad you could make it out." she purred. As she said it she wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulders. The look on the girls faces across the table alerted him that she had told them about him. She removed an arm from his shoulder and placed it on his lap and gently rubbed his crotch. He turned to look at her but she had a mischeivious grin on her face. The young girl knew what she was doing and was doing it well. Before long, she had unbuttoned his pants and had free access to his rock hard member. The girls across him were smiling at him as she pulled his rock hard cock out of his pants. It was as if the others knew what Sarah was going to do. The girls took fancy to talking to him while Sarah was furiously jerking his hard cock. He tried to keep a conversation going but they all knew it was useless. They just watched as the old guy got a hand job under the counter. "I'm going down. Cover me." Sarah told the other two as her head went under the table and met the head of his cock. Warm. Wet. Inviting. She sucked his cock under the table while the girls watched Sam's facial expressions. With the lack of sex at home, he knew he was going to blow his wad soon. He tried to stop her, but she was unrelentless - no matter how hard he tried she kept sucking. The music was blaring around them, beer flowing from the students dancing on the dance floor. He took a quick look around him to see all the college kids writhing in drunken exctasy against one another and it only fueled his lust further. He looked back at the two girls across from him who were locked in a deep passionate kiss. He blew his wad deep into her mouth. She took it all up, swallowed it with ease and continued to lick his slowly softening cock clean of any traces of cum. She lifted her head out from under the table and did the slutty wipe the mouth clean and said to him, "So, aren't you glad you came out tonight?" TO BE CONTINUED I welcome all feedback. I write because I like to write. I don't make a living of it - it's just a hobby. However, I'd love to hear if you liked my stories or not. Improvements . . . cut this, add that. Just copy and past the following link into a browser and you can send me mail anonymously if you like. http://www1.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=PJVPEDATCPZGRRUKSPJX