Heavenly Grounds

Michelle looked down as he pulled the bra away. She watched as he balled up the beige lace bra and slid it underneath a pillow. A surprise, no doubt, for whomever cleaned up that night.

The voice in her head suddenly screamed at her – "Say something dammit! Tell him to get lost, to fuck off, something... anything!"

"Um, don't you think we should sto--oh!...Mm, um, start off out of here so you can take a look at my house?" It didn't end up quite the way the voice in her head had intended. The sudden change due to Kevin's hand as he felt her breasts. He alternated from one to the other as he squeezed them, felt them, almost like he was comparing them for size and feel. The fabric of her sweater scraped over her distended nipples as he felt her up.

Michelle felt so hot. She couldn't believe that a guy she had just met was feeling her up, in her favorite coffeehouse. She felt the heat spread up from her stomach, across her breasts, up her neck and over her face. "It's been so long since I've felt like this," she thought, "what's come over me today?"

Kevin smiled at her. "Have you finished your cappuccino? I'd hate to see it go to waste. Besides, we've got some time yet. I'll be right back." Kevin stood up, the smile still on his face, and left the cubicle.

Michelle felt the warmth begin to seep from her side where she had been touching Kevin. She stood up, took a sip from her cup, and looked over the half-wall of the nook to watch Kevin. Michelle licked the froth from her lips as she watched him. She couldn't help but notice how his muscles played against his shirt and slacks. She really couldn't help but notice how he filled those slacks out. She watched him as he waved at a group of people sitting at a table and made his way over to them. She placed her arms up on the wall, which came up to about shoulder height on her, and watched him as he made his apologies to his friends and told them that he would not be joining them. He ordered a small drink and made his way back to the nook.

Kevin was still smiling as he entered the nook again and stood next to Michelle. He took a sip of his drink as his right hand rubbed her lower back. Michelle raised one corner of her mouth in a smile. "What did you tell your friends?"

Kevin laughed as he slid his hand down to cup her ass, feeling her through her tight jeans. "What, you're afraid I told them something about you? Nah, just told them I'd meet them tomorrow...maybe." His smile grew wider, more mischievous as he glanced down at her and squeezed her ass for emphasis.

Michelle shot him a chastising glance and hit his thigh with her fist. She shook her head and took a sip as she chuckled.

Kevin feigned pain from the hit, and sunk down into the cushions. "Feisty wench aren't you? Get down here." He reached up and took her hand in his, pulling her down. She half-fell half-sat between his legs on the cushions, her back against his chest. They were sitting opposite from where they were before. As Michelle felt Kevin's hand slip around her side to her stomach, she glanced up into his face. She realized that from this angle, someone would have to be standing directly at the half-wall and looking down to see them. The thought of the semi-privacy in such a public place, where she could hear the laughter and chatter of the patrons, the chime and swoosh of the door every time someone came in, all served to raise her excitement levels. She sucked in her belly as she felt his hand there and spread her legs slightly as she looked up at him. She felt her arousal grow and build into an almost palpable thing for her. She placed her hand on his and slowly slid it up.

"Sir, I'll have you know that no one has ever called me a 'wench' before." She sucked in a breath through her teeth as she moved his hand against the underside of her breast.

She felt Kevin bend his head down, his breath in her ear as she felt his warm lips kiss and then tug on her earlobe. His voice soft in her ear as their hands moved up higher, her hand on his as he cupped her breast. Her nipple hard against his palm as it poked through the rough fabric of her sweater. "Well, what people call you and what people think of you can be two entirely different things. I think I'll call you 'my married slut'." His hand squeezed her breast to emphasize his statement.

Michelle moaned lightly, the blend of fear, excitement and anticipation mixed with his verbalization. Just hearing the words said out loud, of someone else realizing how she was acting served to open her mind up to it, like a window being opened. She drew her feet up, her legs bent and spread slightly as she squirmed in his grasp. She shifted, scooted up on the cushions a little closer to him. Her hands left his and she brought them down to his legs. She ran her hands up and down his legs from his knees to his ankles. She could feel the firmness of his legs through his slacks.

Kevin's left hand stayed on her breast. He squeezed it, let it fill his hand, and then pinched the sweater around the nipple, using the rough sweater to stimulate her nipple even more. His right hand slipped around her side to her belly, and then slipped further down. It was hard for Michelle to keep track of his right hand, as his left caused her so much sensation and distraction. She could feel her breathing grow faster and shallower. She shifted her hips as she felt his right hand against the waistband of her jeans. His fingers slipped under the waistband slightly. She could feel his fingers invade the safety of her jeans, could feel them slip over her smooth skin and down further, until they touched the elastic of her panties.

She sucked in her stomach to give his hand more room to move into her jeans. Instead, she was disappointed to feel it retreat. She whimpered a bit with the loss of his hand, until she felt his fingers toying with the button. Her whimper changed to a satisfied "Mmmmm" as he thumbed the button free. His fingers searched and found the zipper. He slowly lowered it. Her anticipation built as she felt her jeans loosen and separate as the zipper reached the bottom of the fly. He pressed down on the zipper, pushed it against her and she closed her eyes. She wanted to feel him so badly; she was so wet for him.

She could have died and melted when she felt his hand move under the elastic of her panties. She rolled her hips up slightly to encourage him and tried to wiggle her jeans down just a bit to give his fingers more room. She could feel and hear his excitement in his breathing as his fingers slipped lower.

She could feel the tease in his voice as he spoke in her ear. "Now, if you were really my married slut, I would find you wet before I've even touched you down there." His fingers stopped their descent, a mere fraction of an inch from where she wanted them so badly. "What do you think I'm going to find? Will I find you wet already?"

Michelle looked up at him. Lust took her over. She looked into his face imploringly, bit the corner of her bottom lip and nodded. "Yes," was all that her voice would cooperate to say.

He smiled smugly. His fingers dug deeper underneath her panties. She closed her eyes in pleasure as she felt him spread her with his pinkie and index fingers. Her breathing was short and shallow as she felt him press his middle and ring fingers against her spread pussy. He moved his fingers, in a motion almost like he was patting her spread pussy. "Gawd, I can't believe I'm acting like such a slut!" She could hear his fingers; a tiny wet smack as he moved them against her.

She could feel his soft laughter, his chest on her back as he chuckled. "Guess it's unanimous, you're my married slut, wet to the touch." Michelle slid a little lower against him as she felt his two middle fingers begin to press inside her. Her pussy fairly thrummed as she felt him tuck his thumb under his palm so he could rub her clit. She looked down. The sight of his hand, as his fingers moved underneath her panties, effected her as if a whirlpool had suddenly captured her. Vertigo gripped her as the sight reinforced the touch of his fingers in her mind. She couldn't help but spread her legs wider in an attempt to grant him better access.

Her voice sounded small and thin in her own ears. "Oh Kevin, you feel so good. It's been so long, please..."

"Please?" He pumped his fingers in and out of her. Her clit was slick underneath his thumb as he spread her juice over her. Her legs spread wide, she rotated her hips in a circular motion as she lost herself in the feel of his fingers. Her pleasure built in leaps and bounds. The chatter and background noise of the coffeehouse faded in and out as her blood pumped. She straightened out her legs and tensed her thighs to allow her pleasure to leap to a higher plane, to bring her closer. She could feel her orgasm build. She bent her legs, heels almost touching her ass, legs spread wide and then straightened again. The rhythm of his fingers was steady and unrelenting.

She could feel her orgasm build inside her, brought to a fever pitch by his fingers. She heard a small humming sound and was shocked to realize that it was coming from her. She became desperate. She knew that there was no way she could remain silent through the orgasm that threatened to explode within her at any second.

She looked up over her shoulder at Kevin. Her face screwed up, tightened in an almost painful look of pleasure as she tried to contain her orgasm.

She reached up with her left arm and grabbed the hair at the back of his head. She pulled his face down to hers, mashed his lips against hers as she relaxed and let her orgasm run loose through her. She raised her hips up off the floor, her legs and stomach tensed as she pressed back against Kevin. Her tongue shoved into his mouth as she pressed her lips almost painfully against his. Her orgasm raged through her body. She tried to divert her orgasm and let it escape into Kevin's mouth as her body shook. She lowered her hips back to the floor and began a series of small convulsions as Kevin's fingers continued to extend her orgasm. Her gasps and grunts were given to Kevin, swallowed by their kiss.

Her fingers relaxed their grip in his hair. She pulled her legs up, tucked them underneath each other as she turned to the side, trying to ease the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. She looked up at Kevin with a dreamy look on her face, her eyes glazed over. She bent her head down and rested it against his chest. "My gawd Kevin, that was incredible. I don't think I've ever cum so fast before. What have you done to me?"

Kevin just chuckled. "I think I've just proven my point, about your being my married slut and all." He withdrew his hand from her pants, his fingers glistened with her juices. He held up his fingers to show her the evidence of his claim, and then dried them off on one of the cushions.

Michelle heard a small gasp and, "Oh! I'm so sorry!" She looked up just in time to see a young girl, probably a freshman in college, looking horrified and embarrassed, her hand clamped over her mouth as her face flushed a deep red. The girl turned and walked quickly away from the nook.

Michelle felt the heat of embarrassment spread across her own face as she considered what the girl had seen. Even at the most innocent moment, she would have seen Michelle with her legs spread, her jeans unzipped, Kevin's hand underneath her panties and his fingers working underneath them, Michelle's nipples poking out against the sweater, the flush of her lust and orgasm spread across her face. The more Michelle thought of it, the more she wanted to shrink and disappear, or to stay in the nook until the coffeehouse had closed.

"Don't worry, hold on a second." Kevin stood up, his thigh pressed against her shoulder as he looked over the half-wall. He stood there for a moment, forearms resting on it as he looked out over the customers. "There we go, she left. Poor thing, I think she was rather flustered. She didn't even take her coffee."

Kevin smiled down at Michelle. He reached down and put his hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him, smiled in gratitude, and patted his hand with hers. Kevin shifted his stance and Michelle's gaze was unavoidably drawn to the front of his pants and the bulge that was so evident there. Kevin guided her hand from her shoulder to his thigh. He looked down at her as he moved her hand up his thigh a bit, then returned to leaning with his forearms on the top of the half-wall, looking out into the coffeehouse.

Michelle was stunned. Her hand froze on his leg. "There is no way..." She thought to herself. But then her hand began to creep up his leg. Drawn by unavoidable curiosity to the bulge. Her fingers trembled as she haltingly slid her hand up and over that bulge. She could feel the outline of his hard cock through his slacks. She traced the outline of his cock and could feel him straining against his slacks as he responded to her touch.

She looked up at him, a sly smile crossing her face as she saw him leaning calmly against the half-wall. She reached up with both hands. She felt the warm bulge of his cock press against her wrists as she unzipped his slacks. She smiled up at him as she reached inside the fly and unbuttoned his boxers. His cock was hard and she had to grab it in order to guide it through the opening. His cock was warm and throbbed in her hand. She scooted closer to him on the cushions, her back against the half-wall. Her gaze slid down until she was staring directly at his hard cock as it stood out pointing straight at her.

She gathered her courage and steeled herself, closed her eyes as she leaned her head forward. She could feel the heat from the head of his cock as she slowly leaned in, her breath moist against it. She flicked her tongue out, sliding it underneath the head of his cock. Her eyes popped open as his cock jumped at the touch. Michelle giggled. She wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, held him and squeezed him as she licked the underside of the head again.

Kevin shifted his stance, turning his hips a bit to allow her easier access. Michelle licked her lips, gave his cock a couple of short strokes with her hand and then leaned forward to take the head of his cock in her mouth. She reached around with her other hand and grabbed hold of his ass. She enjoyed the feel of squeezing his ass as she slowly slid more of his cock into her mouth. Michelle knew that she couldn't take all of his cock into her mouth without choking, and worried about what would happen if he tried. When she left the coffeehouse, Michelle didn't want to face the stares of the other customers after she had spluttered and gagged on the cock of a man probably ten years younger than her!

Michelle took him in as deep into her mouth as she could, then pulled back again. Kevin looked down at her and smiled. She could almost see a challenge in that smile. A gauntlet thrown that she wouldn't continue, that she would stop before too long.

Kevin called to one of his friends who must have been passing nearby. Michelle felt his cock lurch in her grasp as he began talking over the half-wall to his friend. Michelle reached over for her cappuccino, still hot in the insulated cup. She took a mouthful of the sweet liquid, held it in her mouth, and then took the head of his cock in her mouth as well. She swirled the drink around the head of his cock, her tongue teased him as well as the liquid. She felt a burst of satisfaction as she felt Kevin shift his stance suddenly.

"You look weird Kevin, you alright?" His friend asked.

"Yeah, just a cramp in my toe, it'll pass in a second."

Michelle took more of his cock into her mouth. She let the liquid play over it and swallowed it, as the cock in her mouth required more room. She began to bob her head as she held the base of his cock in her fist. She felt extra liquid, slick pre-cum, slide against her tongue. She knew she was getting to him. She could hear him trying to cut the conversation short with his friend. Michelle began to pump her hand in time as she bobbed her head.

"Alright, I'll see you later man." Kevin suddenly reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair in a tight fist. He didn't pull her head; he just tightened his grip in her hair, like he had to hold onto something. Michelle almost had to gasp in pain and stop the bobbing of her head, his grip hurt as he pulled her hair. She realized why, though, as she felt his cock grow warmer and expand in her mouth. She looked up at him as she continued to pump his cock with her hand and hollowed her cheeks out as she sucked on him. Her eyes widened as his cock jerked in her mouth. Her tongue could feel the vein underneath his cock thrumming as he shot a thick string of cum into her mouth. Michelle could feel her eyes tear up as her mouth was filled with cum and she was forced to swallow it or spill it over her sweater. She gulped once, then twice as she swallowed his load. She looked up at him. His face was flushed and the veins in his neck were standing out. She chuckled, satisfied with her effect on him. She flicked her tongue out and licked underneath the head of his cock to the tip, transferring the last thick drop of cum from his cock to her tongue. She licked her lips and smiled.

Kevin turned and sank to his knees. Michelle smiled smugly as she saw that his hands were shaking as he tried to zip and button his pants again. Kevin leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. "That was incredible. You give the best head of any married slut I know." He reached over and picked up her pastry, which was down to just a couple of bites left. Michelle looked at him, puzzled, as he touched the pastry to her sweater at her breast. He then held the pastry to her mouth, just touching her lips. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue to be fed by him, as she wondered what that was all about. She felt the pastry slide into her mouth. The flaky crust and...the startlingly familiar taste of Kevin's cum as she discovered a creaminess to the pastry. She chewed the pastry and looked down to discover a darker wet spot on the breast of her sweater. Evidently she had not been able to keep and swallow quite all of his load. She shot him a look of exasperation.

"I think I've finished all of my cappuccino by now. Do you think maybe you're ready to take a look at my house and see if you can do anything for me?"

Kevin laughed. "Oh yeah, I don't think you'll be disappointed."

Michelle and Kevin both checked to make sure each other was in order, then stood on shaky legs. They received quite a few stares as they walked out. Michelle guessed that most of the patrons had probably assumed there was only one person in the nook. Michelle heard more than a couple of hushed whispers as customers looked at them. "Or," thought Michelle, "maybe we weren't as quiet and sneaky as we thought we were." She grabbed Kevin's hand and hastened her steps as she almost dragged Kevin out the front door, wanting desperately to escape now.

Kevin's fingers toyed with her wedding rings as he held her hand and walked with her to her car. She unlocked the car, a haze of arousal and disbelief that this dream was really happening. That dream intensified as she started to pull away. Her seatbelt was between her breasts and helped to show them off to their best advantage. She knew that he noticed, and approved, as he reached over immediately. His hand on her shoulder rubbed and squeezed in a miniature massage before it slid down to cup her breast again.

"Kevin" she whined, "not while I'm driving, someone will see us here."

"Sorry Michelle, you're right." He smiled at her wickedly as he moved his hand away from her breast. He moved it slowly, very deliberately down over her stomach and to the front of her jeans. Michelle sucked in her tummy again. She didn't release the air until his hand had moved away. Down to her thigh, though?! His hand squeezed her thigh and explored the firmness of her leg underneath the denim, the softness as he slipped his hand higher up her leg. The warmth through the material as he moved his hand between her legs, pressed against her pussy.