The Quiet Pleasures of Tessa Malone

He blinked twice then stood up quickly, almost dropping the book in his hands. "Sure. You want me to put those books back for you?" he asked eagerly.

Tessa shook her head. "No, but would you mind holding the ladder steady, please?"

"Oh. Sure," he said. He rubbed his hands on his pants then took hold of the side of the ladder.

She took a step towards the ladder then paused and regarded the young man over the top of her glasses. "My name is Tessa, by the way."

He blinked. "That's... a perfect name," he answered, entranced. Realizing too late how awkward that sounded, he quickly followed with, "Lukas."

"A pleasure... Lukas," she said through a curl on her lips, bemused to think that they had never exchanged names before. She pushed up her glasses, tilted her chin and cocked her brow. "Do you think you can hold me steady? Your hands are shaking a bit."

"Definitely," he replied.

Tessa thought she heard the wrenching squeak of his fingers as his grip tightened around the ladder like a vice.

As she slowly ascended with careful, steady steps, she asked, "Are you enjoying your book?"

"Book? Ah... yeah, it's great. Just about finished."

"Oh?" Tessa said. She stopped scaling the ladder, her slender calves almost perfectly aligned with his glasses and pointed nose. She could practically feel his shuddering breath through her sheer stockings. "Is there anything else you'd like to see?"

As she looked down, she caught him staring at her legs. He immediately glanced back up at her, then away.It was obvious that he had no idea where to settle his eyes.

Tessa snickered under breath and resumed putting away and shifting books on the upper most shelf. She raised one foot up to the top rung on the ladder and felt the hem of her red dress pull up. Her mind's eye saw through Lukas's glasses as he gazed at the thin suspender of her garter belt now in plain sight. She thought she heard a subtle gulp bob in his throat.

"Maybe while I'm up here, you can let me know what you want," she said, the comely lilt in her voice prodding for a response.

"What... I want?" he replied dreamily, as if intoxicated.

"The nice thing about this place," she continued, still shifting books here and there, "is that it's so tranquil and peaceful. You can clear your head, focus on the things you really want, and truly enjoy the moment."

"I.. um... " His response was aborted by a long, heavy breath.

"Unless, of course, you're satisfied with a simple cup of coffee, Lukas?"

Tessa reached down and slowly pulled back the hem of her skirt, exposing more of the garter strap against her milky thigh.

"So... is there anything else I can offer you, Lukas?" she asked. She closed her eyes, smiled, and waited patiently, a moment seeming like an hour. The next move was not hers.

The first tentative touch of his fingers on the back of her ankle sent a luscious shiver through her whole body. Caught off guard by her own budding anticipation, she fought hard to remain still. As the tips of his fingers slowly, nervously skimmed their way up her calf, she sighed, releasing a warm breath she had no idea she had been holding.

Still, with her eyes closed, she felt the young man's fingers continued to ascend, past the top of her sheer, black stocking, touching her tender skin. Tessa grasped the edge of the shelf, steadying herself. Lukas' hand scoped her leg with a deft touch, savoring its slow, upward journey till it slid under the hem of her skirt.

Tessa felt him suddenly pause. A whisper of air parted her smiling lips, knowing that Lukas had just made an audacious discovery. As she did most days, she had foregone the chore of slipping on panties.

"Oh... my... god." He may not have actually uttered the words, but his thoughts shone like a neon sign above his head.

"Keep going," she breathed. She pushed the tip of her tongue against the back of her teeth.

After a moment's hesitation, his hand resumed its journey. He explored her bare bottom, spreading his fingers apart as he molded his palm across her round cheeks. To her surprise, his hands were like velvet, so soft, so warm and so tender on her tingling skin.

Tessa chewed her lower lip, her body curling to the rhythm of her deepening breaths. She shifted her footing slightly, attempting to maintain her balance, yet she nearly collapsed when she felt his fingers draw up through the line of her moist lips, encompassing her bare mound with one unexpectedly bold move.

"Oh," she breathed softly, rounding her lips as she expelled a long stream of air then sucking them in together. "Mmm."

She readjusted her glasses momentarily, and then gripped the wooden shelves, holding herself up. His long fingers massaged her outer petals, easing them apart, exposing her hood to swirls and pinches of pleasure. Her buttocks tightened as his thumb nuzzled and rubbed against her puckered anus. She swooned towards the shelf, dropping her forehead against the edge and gasping aside.

Lukas seemed to be emboldened as each second passed. Tessa felt a set of lips kissing her calf andalong the back of the bend of her knee. Even through her stockings, it felt exsquisite. The young man was obviously caught in the swell of the moment now, the floodgates of his shyness burst apart by a rush of desire and temptation.

Tessa's glossy lips parted, a delicate gasp shaking loose from her throat as one finger slipped into her with a delicate wiggle. It curled and probed inside of her gently, tenderly, sliding in and out, in and out with an increasingly confident rhythm. It was enough for her to wonder if her shy young man had somehow been mysteriously replaced by an assured lover. Yet when she finally opened her dreamy eyes and scanned down, she saw it was the same, fresh-faced man below looking up at her earnestly, pleasuring her with reverent touches of his hands and lips and tongue.

She stepped down the ladder slowly, his finger slipping out of her as she did, and joined him on the floor. He stood tall in front of her, but his face glowed with a sheen of perspiration and a flush of pink on his high cheeks. Lukas' boldness suddenly regressed. His eyes looked anxious, almost apologetic behind his glasses as if he was certain he was about to be slapped hard for his brazen actions.

He motioned to speak. Tessa immediately squelched whatever doubts were about to escape from his mouth with a simple touch of her fingers on his lips. "Shh," she said through a slim smile.

Tessa reached up and stroked his cheek with the tips of her soft fingers, before laying her palm against the side of his smooth, warm face, stroking it tenderly. Eyes locked on him, she smiled then crawled her fingers around the back of his neck and eased his mouth forward towards her own parted lips.

As the rain rapped angrily against the cafe windows and pavement outside, inside the intimate, dark cafe, Tessa and her young man engaged in a smouldering, slowburn kiss. They exchanged no more than whispery breaths and gentle gasps as their mouth folded over and over, pressing deeper and harder as the seconds ticked by.

Tessa tilted her head side to side, maneuvering her mouth over his this way and that. She offered a deliberate lick of her tongue, brushing his upper lip. It was all the invitation he needed, and within a heartbeat, his tongue slipped forward, sliding along hers, delving into her mouth wet and heavy. She caught his tongue between her lips and gave it a tender suckle.

Tessa was delighted to know how much he was enjoying this, lost in his desire for her more than any book he had pulled from the cafe shelves over the last few weeks. She knew that he was so absorbed in his budding hunger that he hadn't noticed when her deft fingers had taken the time to snap each button on his shirt apart. By the time he glanced down, her hands were sprawled against his bare chest.

Tessa skimmed her fingers along the firm bumps and lines of his chest and stomach. If she were to guess, Lukas was a swimmer or a gymnast; either would be a boon to be honest. She swiftly moved her mouth down to his smooth chest, fondling his skin with her lips and swishing her tongue along the edge of each of his nipples. She loved the taste of a young man. The sound of him clearing his throat and swallowing hard announced the effectiveness of her actions upon him.

When he motioned to finally remove his glasses which had edged towards the end of his nose, Tessa stopped him and shook her head. "You keep yours on," she said, giving his rims a dainty push back up his to the top of his bridge, "and I'll keep mine."

She wanted both of them to clearly witness this encounter.

With her man being obediently still, she resumed her descent down his svelte, strong body, puckering her lips against his belly, leaving traces of her red lipstick along his skin. Just as easily as she had undid his shirt, she had his belt and trousers dropped to his ankles with little resistance.

Kneeling on the floor, she brushed down the skirt of her dress. She bit her lower lip as she teased his briefs down his thick legs. Her eyes widened momentarily, then narrowed to gleaming slits as she gazed upon Lukas's lengthy revelation. She adjusted her glasses and looked up at him with a grin.

"Oh my, Lukas," she cooed, breathless. Even her fervent imagination had fallen short during her numerous fantasies about the young man.

It was obvious from his sheepish expression that he couldn't decide if he should be proud or embarrassed by her overt appreciation. It made Tessa want him all the more.

She heard him take a breath as she took up his shaft in her soft hands. She observed how rigid he stood as if he was scared he would wake up from this dream if he suddenly moved. Caressing him with tender strokes of her fingers, she took her time to admire his length and girth once again, intrigued by the weight of it in her palms. She kissed the head and it twitched, a rush of blood coursing through it as it stiffened between her fingers.

After a swish of her tongue across her lips, Tessa cupped her mouth around him, taking him deep, as far as his ample length could go till it butted against her throat. The warmth, the taste was enthralling and her eyes rolled back as she hummed a delightful approval. Lukas responded with an unsteady groan and firm gulp. She lolled her head back, lifting up his cock with her mouth, the dome brushing her palette, before sinking her lips forward once more, gifting him with a loving suck.

Hands on his thighs, she pulled and pushed her mouth upon his shaft with a rhythm as silky smooth as the jazz music playing softly in the background. She rolled his thick head all around inside her mouth, pressing it against her inner cheeks and tongue. As her mouth widened, she loosed swooning, sighing gasps of her own, but never dropped the young man from her lips. A soft moan of satisfaction floated through her throat.

After a few minutes, she felt his fingers brush her hair and she gazed up at him. His strained look in his narrowed blue eyes implored her for more and she obliged with long, sultry strokes of her mouth.

Eventually, she pulled off, her lips slick and glossy. She continued to stroke his wet cock with a steady pump of her hand. It hardened to its full, impressive length and, as she clutched it in her palm, she felt a quiver in her gut and burgeoning between her thighs. She wanted him like no other, yet she remained undecided as to what was more delicious: the swell of anticipation or the moment of impactful release.It was a dilemma she welcomed with a glistening smile.

Tessa rose to her feet. Once more she caressed her fingers along Lukas' cheek, steadying him with her touch as the young man swayed where he stood, moved by his stuttering breaths and pounding heart.

"A little help?" Tessa asked, cocking her brow. She turned around and brushed away her hair exposing the zipper of her dress.

Again, she closed her eyes and waited patiently, quietly. She listened to Lukas clear his throat then felt his fingers upon the zipper. A smile curled her lips as he pulled it down to the small of her back.

Tessa allowed the dress to slip low on her shoulders naturally. She held it up by her collarbone as she turned again to face him. Her eyes set on his, they gazed silently at each other as she slowly pulled the dress down, bringing her arms through the straps, pushing it down over her hips, dropping it to the floor. She gave it a dainty kick off and away from her ankles.

Lukas followed her lead and shook his shoes and pants off.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he painted her body with his blue eyes. The warm air in the cafe licked seductively at Tessa's skin. She felt her nipples go taut behind the lace of her black bra and a ticklish pulse along her exposed lips below. She ran her fingers along the belt of her garter and around her belly, tilting her head as she fixed him with a seductive gaze.

"Is there anything else you'd like, Lukas?" she asked softly, sweeping the hair back around her ear as she adjusted her glasses and threw him a teasing grin.

His broad chest swelled with his deep breaths. He took one heavy step towards her, so close that she could feel the heat from his long, hard cock warming her belly. He hesitated then gently brushed the back of his hand along her cheek, down her neck, across the top of her glowing bosom. His touch was impossibly delicate. It was as if he were caressing a whisper. Now it was Tessa's turn to breath deeply, swaying slightly as she stood rooted to the hardwood floor, her eyes closed.

Lukas swallowed again then asked softly, "Could you... could you please turn around?"

Tessa opened her eyes and smiled. As she obediently turned on her heels, he added, "Maybe hold onto the back of that chair?"

Tessa's lips angled sharply to one side as she cocked a brow. Again, she did as she was requested and wrapped her hands along the head of the chair. She waited for a moment, then felt his hand massaging along the inside of her thighs. With a gentle nudge, he silently instructed her to spread her legs apart a step.

Tessa leaned forward on the chair just as she felt the kiss of Lukas' warm lips on one butt cheek, then the other. He followed those with long, slow licks across her bare skin, massaging his hands all over. She craned her neck around, pressing her chin against her shoulder as she looked back to glimpse Lukas on the floor, crouching low as he pressed his face into her backside.

As his tongue swept up through her tight crevice and pushed against her hole, her head tilted back and she breathed an aching groan. She sucked in her lips, muting more appreciative moans in her throat and chest as Lukas pushed deeper, spreading apart her cheeks with his fingers, dipping his head low and plunging his lips and tongue into her and against her.

Tessa arched her back and curled her tummy against the intense oral barrage. Tingles erupted all throughout her body as she felt his tongue slip and probe indulgently. His fingers swept up, once more pressing along the sensitive line of her pussy lips. Up and down he ran his tongue between her butt cheeks, swirling around her anus until it was dripping with his saliva.

A sharp pitched gasp escaped her as her body shuddered and hitched. "Oh! Ah!"

As she was enveloped by the sultry fire of lust, a sweet dampness poured through her, buckling her at the knees. She twisted her body slowly, this way and that, revelling in the release, enjoying the sounds of Lukas' thirsty gasps from behind as he lapped up her moistness. His trembling fingers clawed at her skin, holding her tight.

Tessa turned just as Lukas rose to his feet. The fresh face of her earnest young man was buried deep now behind a hungry, lustful stare. No longer the nervous and hesitant lamb, he loomed over her now like a lion just burst from his cage. He was ready to explode.

Tessa regarded him calmly with her placating smile, touching him softly like a feather against a steel blade. She stroked the tips of her fingers against his skin, easing him down. "Shh," she hushed, "Breathe. Patience."

When the hard stare behind his glasses had quelled just enough, she led him by the hand to the lounger. She sat down and kicked of her shoes then leaned back, the cool, smooth velvet brushing against her bare skin.

Earlier, Lukas was unable to even look at her straight for more than a few seconds before skittering his eyes away. Now he never let her out of his sight, locking his eyes onto hers as he stood tall over her, finally discarding his shirt and socks.

Before he slowly descended upon her, Tessa stole a deliberate look of the young stud's healthy nude body. She welcomed him with her arms open, embracing him as their hot flesh pressed together. Her hands slipped around and up his back, wending through his soft dark hair and pulling him in for another smouldering kiss.

Their heads rolled slowly, lips tethered, tongues sweeping. She felt his hand slip between her back and the lounger, teasing the clasp of her bra and snapping it apart. Their kissing continued unabated even as they shifted to remove the slight undergarment, releasing her breasts.

Tessa writhed her slim body seductively under his, massaging his strong chest with her own soft breasts. She felt the drag of his heavy shaft against her skin around her belly and crotch. It teased along her mound, twitching and throbbing, begging for satisfaction. Her hand slipped down between them and took him up in a confident yet sensitive grip.

Lukas raised his body as she stroked him. Breathing from his mouth, his head swaying, his eyes remained absorbed in hers. "Tessa..." he uttered, unable to connect words to the sensation he was experiencing.

Tessa was the same, though her demeanor revealed little of the strain. She had learned to savour these moments with the utmost calm. In silence she guided him forward and in, the soft head of his rigid cock pushing past her lips, sinking into her with a slow, assured drive of his hips.

Lukas chased that one perfect stroke with a withering groan of delight as he froze above her, in her. Tessa met his dreamy gaze with a tender smile. She felt his hard length pulse inside.It was exquisite.

His hips slowly began to roll like the engine of a train, a strong, churning rhythm. With Tessa gripping her thighs high against his torso, she paced him, tempering his thrusts. His shaft stroked in and out with controlled zeal, every inch of it working to pleasure her moist buds.

Tessa's eyes softened to a dreamy stare, her lids hanging heavy. Her mouth rounded open as her groans swelled from deep within her. Her body curled and rolled along in tandem with the young stud's motions, building the wondrous sensation at a slow, steady rate.

"Oh, Lukas," she whispered in his ear between licks and nibbles at his lobe. "Ohh."

Lukas raised himself, finding leverage with one foot on the floor, the other kneeling on the chaise. Tessa pressed her ankle against his shoulder, her other leg hooked under his arm. As she continued to gaze up at him with a cool cocktail of ecstasy and admiration, he filled her with long, deliberate strokes of his hard shaft. His hand reached down pushing his hot palm across her soft, glistening breasts, squeezing the nipples between his fingers.

Tessa surrendered her body to his impassioned thrusts, her buttocks lifting and lowering upon the chaise with a rhythmic flow, her back arching and twisting. Her seductive writhing on the slippery velvet was her reward for her young talented lover, his eyes upon her as if he were enchanted.

She witnessed the swell of blood surging through Lukas in the splash of pink that blossomed on his face and neck and the pulsing throb of his hard cock delving deep inside of her. She watched as his head listed back, his eyes rolling up behind his glasses, as manly groans escaped from his throat. He was such a handsome specimen -- boyish yet masculine -- and better than she could have ever allowed herself to have imagined.