Coffee Shop Encounter (final chapter)

Her place was very luxurious. She lived in one of the new high-rises near central park. I found it easy to find and navigate to. As I entered the building, I encountered a polite doorman, who was expecting me. I soon found myself up a fast, smooth elevator towards the top floor, the penthouse, of building five. When she opened the door, I realized she was much taller than I remembered, but of course I'd only seen her once before at the coffee shop. I estimated her height to be around 5'7'' and her weight about one hundred twenty five to one hundred thirty pounds. She was barefoot, wearing jeans and a see through long sleeved white linen button down shirt. She had no make-up on that you could see, and her shiny jet black hair looked squeaky clean. It was hard to reconcile this clean-cut, attractive woman with the one whose dirty telephone speak had me masturbating over and over again all week long. After exchanging pleasantries at the front door she proceeded to show me through her place. It was clearly well furnished, and leavened with some exquisite paintings, both abstract and classical, together with numerous books alongside eclectic knick knacks the reading classes tend to acquire over time. There was a massive living room with French doors leading to a small balcony that had a round table and two chairs. There was a high tech kitchen, all sage and stainless, a study with an en-suite bathroom, and a master bedroom with a cavernous European spa styled bathroom. It was certainly a very desirable residence. We ended the tour back on the balcony where she then offered me a glass of wine. It was 2003 bottle of Margaux, one of my favorite Bordeaux’s. She was paying attention the other night when we briefly discussed wines. After she poured the glass, I proposed a toast to the night and we raised our glasses to what lay ahead. We then proceeded to look out over the busy city lights for a while… "I was married.” She said to break the silence. “My husband was a lot older than me. When I met him, I was infatuated with mature older guys. A rather clichéd story of an older, wealthy, powerful partner dazzling a first year law student working as a summer intern at his firm. Long story short, he left his wife, for a new trophy bride, me. That was nearly eight years ago. Two years ago he was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer, then dies and leaves me a comfortable life." She paused. I looked at her, but remained quiet. Actually, I had no idea what to say to a relatively recent wealthy widow, so I politely nodded, to show interest... She continued, "But, I'm only thirty-two, and I love sex in all its forms. It's a healthy need mind you, and I choose to satisfy that need in my own unique way." She looked at me as she said this and, of course, I blushed a bit. "Do you always blush so easily John?" she asked. "Yes." I admitted. She smiled and said, "C’mon Let’s go inside." The living room was now blanketed in dim light. She must have programmed the dimmer when I wasn’t paying attention, but it was enough to see where you were going. In the middle of the room were two large modular sofas, furnished in a subtle tan and green fabric that faced one another across a k**ney shaped glass coffee table. On the wall hung a long line of built in bookcases, books above and cupboards below. She refilled our glasses and pointed for me to sit on a sofa, at the end furthest away from the books. She sat in the same position on the opposite sofa. "Kick your shoes off, put your feet up. We're going to watch a movie." She then picked up a remote, and put her feet up. We looked up at the bookcase together for a moment or two, then up from within the wall, slid out a large flat-panel TV. She pressed the remote again, and the TV screen sprang to life playing a home-made video. It was Sophie, fully clothed on her bed. She was lying upside down such that her head was at the foot of the bed, gazing into the camera, and her body, sort of on its side, stretched to the top right. She was dressed in the exact same attire she had on in person, jeans and a white button down shirt. Looking directly into the camera, she did nothing for a second or two then she smiled and ran one of her hands slowly over her chest. She repeated this action, stopping occasionally to fondle her breasts and make small, circular motions around her nipples. I looked away from the screen and across at her. She sensed my movement, and smiled. I quickly looked back at the screen. Her eyes never left the camera, which meant she was looking directly at you, but her hands continued to move. After a minute or so of massaging her breasts, she moved her hands between her legs, raising one leg to allow access. She rubbed herself gently between her legs then up and down her thighs. I was clearly starting to get aroused, and could feel my manhood start to swell with excitement. She was bra-less, and her tits hung firmly from within her shirt. She slowly unbuttoned her top and reached in for the left one then exotically traced her breast around the nipple. She was erect, and it protruded vividly as she squeezed it exquisitely. In the meantime, my cock continued to stiffen, and my heart thumped wildly from within. I wriggled a bit to get into a more comfortable position. Again, she noticed my movement and asked "Are you enjoying this?" "Very much so” I said… "Is it turning you on?" "Yes" "Me too" On screen, the digital Sophie slowly teased and unbuttoned her snug jeans. She then gradually pulled them down and kicked them off revealing a pair of sexy white thong panties. She stroked her thighs, and rubbed her hands over her hips and her ass, erotically teasing her viewer, me. Slowly they moved towards the top of her panties, and gently she slid a finger up behind the fabric to rub herself softly, all while steadily glancing into the camera lens. The only audible sound in the room was her gentle breathing, and the soft wisp of fabric her fingers made from behind her panties. With a game changing mood, she proceeded to run her tongue across her lips, and slid out of her shirt, revealing both her vivaciously plump and deliciously large round breasts. While running her fingers in a circular pattern around her onscreen nipples, I noticed the “real” Sophie doing the same over her shirt. You could tell she was starting to get turned on. It was then that I witnessed her rhythmic body motions while she continued to touch and rub herself both above and below. She smiled, and I devilishly smiled back at her. A minute or two later, virtual Sophie pulled her panties off revealing a strikingly tanned bikini area, which blended nicely alongside her perfectly trimmed dark pubic hair. I was pleased to see that she wasn’t shaved all the way through. While I love a delectably smooth pussy, some nicely trimmed pussy hair was equally as erotic to me lately. Without taking her eyes off the camera, she gently slid her finger into herself rhythmically pushing in and out while occasionally circling her clit in what almost appeared to be a figure eight pattern. She then pulled her finger out and held it up for the camera, so that the viewer can see the wetness. It dripped with her honey, and it glistened brightly in the light. Placing it in her mouth, she sucked it clean then smiled. By now, my erection was painfully approaching critical mass, and my cock needed freedom, so I slowly wriggled again. Sophie caught my movement out of the corner of her eye, and asked… "Are you ok?" "Well…" "Jeans a little tight?" "Yeah, just a bit" As I smiled. "Would you like to undo them to ease the tightness?" I looked at her for a second and then, using both hands undid my belt and unzipped my jeans. My cock was now free to continue its personal expansion, and it felt good as it sprang out from its previous confines. I looked over at her, but she was ignoring me, watching the screen. Her video doppelganger was now clearly masturbating, rubbing her clitoral area and occasionally spreading her lips with one hand, while the other played with her hard dark and needy nipples. Her breathing was getting heavier. It was approaching a pant, and one could easily hear her labor for breath, whereas earlier it was barely discernable. I couldn't bear it, so I put my right hand on my cock and rubbed it slowly from inside my boxers. As I did this, I quickly glanced at my companion. She was dreamily looking at me, and her hand now appeared to be reaching to undo the main button of her jeans. On screen, the breathing intensified, and her right hand moved faster and faster while her left hand, fondled her breasts. I started to move my fingers up and down at the tip of my cock. She was now openly watching me, and could smell her musk as it began to penetrate the atmosphere of the room. Without hesitation, I gently squeezed my shaft, and slowly rubbed myself up and down following the sexual overtones that blanketed the both of us. "Show me" she said. I looked at her and then at my cock and nodded in affirmation. By now I was fully erect and well past any concept of blushing, or of any other shyness manifestation. I proceeded to slide both my pants and shorts all the way down and off, fully exposing my rock hard throbbing erection. I was huge, and realized this incredible stiffness was also delectably sensitive. I was in my sweet spot, and I was ready for what lay ahead. I closed my eyes and imagined myself placing my cock in Sophie’s mouth. I visualized pulling it out then slapping it gently on her face. It was a nice thought, and I was undeniably horny. In the heat of an incredible moment, with both Sophie’s. "Face me" she said as she broke into my fantasy while I opened my eyes. By now Sophie was completely naked, and her scent caught my nostrils having me eagerly obeying her every word. I slowly turned to face her while I lied on my back stroking my cock in one hand, and slightly tugging my nut sack with the other. I loved doing this while I masturbated. For me, it really increased sensitivity and gave my wanking a bit of a quick push towards a blissful climax. I continued to stroke myself gently and rhythmically as I followed her lead. She sexually gyrated in front of me, both in person and on screen. Virtual video Sophie was now panting heavily, and you could hear the wet sounds of her pussy as it squished about in a juicy delicious way. Hearing this, I started to masturbate in earnest while also thrusting my hips into the air. The real Sophie leaned forward with her eyes fixed on my engorged cock, then up to look to my face. On screen, Sophie was now starting to moan deeply while she arched her back and belted out whimpering cries in between deep sobbing breaths. She was now in the throes of full on masturbation session, and so was I. In front of me, Sophie leaned forward then pushed her breasts up with her arms. "Cum for me" she said, "cover me with your sticky wetness and cum on me baby. Cum on my face and my tits." I moved forward so I was positioned over both her face and her breasts. I then placed my throbbing cock into her open hands. Quickly, she feverishly stroked it, then spit on it and stroked it some more. I found myself closing my. I came in an instant, and the spurts of my male juices landed on her tits, and her face. They were long f***efully expelled viscous loops of semen. Some strayed up her arm, and some a bit in her hair… On screen Sophie climaxed as well, loudly and with cries of "fuck, fuck ... oh, fuck" "Look at me" she said with delight. I did, gazing into her green eyes as she raised her hand to her mouth and tasted my cum with a delicate probe of her tongue. She smiled, and then rubbed the remainder of my essence over the top of her breasts, which glistened and glowed in the eloquently dimmed light… It was an incredibly erotic sight to behold, and I smiled with the utmost sensation of sexual delight. “This….” I thought to myself, “Was an incredible end to a crazy chance encounter at my favorite coffee joint!”