MIGUEL.
"Good god, her intoxicating beauty just weakens me. She sits there at her favorite table here in the Coffee Shop, reading the papers, stirring her coffee and taking a sip slowly. Damn it, everything she does exudes such sensuality. I wonder how the mug feels when it touches her lips. Here I am, seated 3 tables away, choking on my lust, desiring her. I want to touch her lush brown hair with subtle curls on its ends; caress that glowing bronze, velvety skin; trace my fingers down her neck; bury my face in those full breasts; spread those long shapely legs and thrust my cock deep inside her and fuck her till I am completely drained. I want her so bad it is practically driving me insane."
Miguel shifts on his seat subtly adjusting his crotch as his hard on was making him uneasy. Absent-mindedly, he stroked the silver band on his right ring finger. He sighs, deeply, almost mournfully.
It's been close to two months when Miguel first laid eyes on Kamilla at the Coffee Shop. He was drawn to her the instant he laid eyes on her. She was leaving the shop and was using her back to open the door, given the armful of things she carried with a take-away coffee paper cup. He held the door for her as he was going inside. She smiled at him, warmly and to what sounded to him like a whiskey soda voice, she said "Thank you", then turned and walked briskly away. He caught a whiff of her scent. Fresh, sweet with a little hint of musk. He could hardly breath with the speed of his heart's beating. Since that day, Miguel had stealthily stalked Kamilla. He researched just about everything he could find out about her and has not missed a single day to be at the Coffee shop whenever she is. Several times their eyes would meet. He noticed that slight smile in those captivating pale auburn eyes. One late afternoon she had smiled broadly at him, almost a grin. She dropped her fork and in an instant, Miguel handed her a fresh replacement.
Miguel knows he is treading on very risky grounds. He is very much married and has two young sons. But not unlike all addictions, he couldn't help himself. His mind is filled with images of Kamilla. He makes love to her in his fantasies. Even on occasions he dutifully fucks his wife, he thinks of her and groans her name in his mind. A full-grown adult, he has started habitually jerking off, sometimes twice a day; imagining her nakedness while he feasts on her body.
Once Kamilla strutted into the shop wearing a really short and tight skirt. Miguel strategically chose a table across hers. She seemed too casual and relaxed, confident that her legs were tucked under the table she was sitting with her legs apart. Miguel peeked and nearly choked on his own breath when he saw clearly her pink and bald pussy; commando. His dick jumped in excitement but his erection was now full he rushed out to jerk off in his car like a sexually preoccupied 14 year old boy. It was torture for him. He can smell her in his waking hours, taste her juices while he works, feel the heat from her soft walls as he drives home. Miguel is aware he is losing it but he allowed himself to wallow in his obsession,
Today Miguel resolved to act. Now would be the best time or never. He moved deliberately to her table. She looked up at him, her lips moist and half-open. It took him all his conscious will to stop himself from ravaging her and ramming his cock inside her sexy mouth that very moment. She smiles. Miguel decided to throw all his restraints.
KAMILLA.
"Exactly how long will it take this delicious man to actually make a move on me? It's not like I am stupid not be aware that he has been following me like a lost dog for several weeks now. But good lord, look at those hands and arms, they look so strong and tough. Those drop-dead deep set eyes, magnificent jaw line, it's a perfect match to his long thighs that extends from that tight butt. And does he know his crotch is always bulging? His jeans seem to be unable to contain his cock. Hmm... boxers, sexy. Damn, I have played with myself too many times imagining that hard dick inside me, it would kill me not to have it for real. Oh my God, is this real? He is finally coming over to my table? Alright, easy now Kamilla, don't drop to your knees to unzip him and suck on his dick. Relax. Breathe. Smile."
Kamilla has frequented hanging out alone in the Coffee Shop since she and her long-time beau Paolo have mutually agreed that their relationship was pointless. It has not been easy for her since she worked hard to do whatever it took to keep it going. Eventually she accepted her efforts were futile. In one of those dreary, "alone" days she saw him! Architect Miguel Lobregat.
Kamilla was a gawky 11 year old girl in braces when she fell madly infatuated with this gorgeous soccer player from her brother's University. Miguel was 19 then, a senior jock, he had all the young girls swooning and worshipping the ground he walked on. Kamilla was part of the groupies. Over the years, she had outgrown this crush until that fateful day. And he opened the door for her!
Kamilla saw that Miguel has become more manly and sinfully sexier when he aged. She recalls having heard that very soon after college that he had married and must have young kids by now. However, she has totally relapsed back into her pubescent fantasies and has begun constantly day and night dreaming of becoming his lover. By some sordid twist of fate, why would she see him again and again? And each time she was in the Coffee Shop, he managed to be there too. Miguel has become a fixture in Kamilla's mind.
Once, feeling naughty, she decided to test him and give him a cock tease. She wore this awfully short skirt, commando all the way and wilfully flashed him. She knew he was looking but it must have too upfront because he scurried away. She decided to play it sweet and demure. One boring weekend, she relented to peer pressure and finally went out on a date. While she and her date started making out, she unconsciously started moaning Miguel's name. The date ended quickly, after all the guy's name was Joseph.
On her way to the Coffee Shop today, Kamilla planned to initiate some small talk with Miguel. She toyed with the idea on building on her brother's link and being a soccer fan. She's just had too many bath tub soaks each night playing with herself and calling out his name. She visualized his tongue playing on her clit, licking her tits, feeling his length and hardness inside her, being wrapped in his arm, resting her head on that wide, solid chest. She is fully aware that to desire someone this badly and do something about it under the circumstances would mean crossing a line. But the possibility and the idea increases her carnal need for this man she had grown up fantasizing about. How else does one logically explain when each time she thinks of him she gets herself soaking wet? Kamilla resolves not to allow herself to be held back by anything. Absolutely no restraints.
