Coffee and Rain

The rain hammered the cafe windows like it was trying to get in. I was on my second espresso, watching the gray street blur, when I heard her voice.

"Mila?"

I turned. It took me a second. Fuck. It was Lena — ten years older, sharper cheekbones, the same dark eyes that used to make me stupid in chemistry class.

"Lena," I said, standing up too fast, almost knocking over my cup. "Holy shit."

She laughed, shaking rain from her hair. "Can I sit? My meeting got cancelled and I'm soaked."

"Please."

She slid into the booth across from me. Her black dress clung to her in wet patches, and I caught myself staring at the line of her collarbone, the way her breath fogged slightly in the cool air. She caught me looking and smiled, slow.

"Still staring, huh?"

"Still staring," I admitted. "You look..."

"Older?"

"Better."

She ordered a wine. I ordered another espresso. We talked about the old days, about people we'd lost touch with, about nothing really. But her foot found mine under the table, and she didn't pull it away. Her voice dropped when she said, "So what do you do now?"

"I'm a driver. Private cars, mostly."

"Fancy." She swirled her wine. "I'm an escort."

I blinked. She laughed at my face.

"Not what you expected?"

"I didn't—" I started. "No, I just..."

"It's good money. I meet interesting people." She leaned forward, and I caught her perfume — something warm, vanilla and sweat. "And right now, I'm between appointments."

The air between us got thick. Her toe traced up my calf.

"Your place or mine?" she asked.

—

My apartment smelled like old coffee and rain. She stood by the window, watching the water streak down the glass, and I came up behind her. My hands found her waist. She leaned back into me, and I felt her go soft against my chest.

"You're nervous," she said.

"You're not?"

"I'm never nervous." She turned, and her mouth was on mine.

Her lips were cold from the rain, then hot. She bit my lower lip, and I groaned into her mouth. My hands slid down her back, found the zipper of her dress, pulled. She stepped out of it, and she was wearing nothing underneath — just skin, pale and warm, her tits full and tipped with hard nipples.

"Jesus, Lena."

"You like it?"

I answered by picking her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her to the bed, dropped her on the sheets. She laughed, a low, throaty sound.

"Eager."

"Ten years, Lena."

"Fair enough."

I pulled my shirt off. Her eyes went to my chest, then lower. She reached out, undid my jeans, pulled my cock free. Her fingers wrapped around it, and I hissed.

"God, you're thick," she murmured. "I want this inside me."

She spread her legs on the bed, and I saw her pussy — wet already, pink and slick. I ran my thumb over her clit. She gasped, arched her back.

"Fuck, yes."

I pushed inside her. She was tight, hot, and she moaned long and low as I bottomed out. I stayed still for a second, feeling her pulse around me.

"Move," she breathed. "Please."

I started slow, then harder. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I leaned down to suck one nipple, making her cry out. She grabbed my hair, pulled my head back.

"Look at me."

I did. Her eyes were dark, half-lidded, and she was smiling.

"Faster."

I gave her faster. The bed creaked, the rain hammered the window, and she was gasping, chanting, "Yes, yes, yes," until she came with a sharp cry, her whole body clenching around me. I didn't stop. I flipped her over, pulled her hips up, and drove into her from behind. She buried her face in the pillow, moaning, and I grabbed her ass, watching myself slide in and out of her.

"So deep," she whimpered. "Don't stop."

I didn't. I came inside her, hard, my hips jerking as I filled her. She shuddered beneath me, and for a long minute neither of us moved.

—

Morning came gray and quiet. I woke to the smell of coffee. Lena was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing my shirt, holding two mugs.

"Good morning," she said.

"Hey."

She handed me a cup. Her hair was messy, her legs bare. She smiled, a little shy now.

"That was..."

"Yeah," I said.

She looked out the window. "The rain stopped."

"We could get breakfast."

She turned back to me, and her smile got warmer. "I'd like that."

CATEGORIES: [Escort, Just the Two of Us, Rain, Morning sex, Old classmates]