1. It Cost a Coffee


    Date: 6/9/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    trim waist perfectly and accentuated her full, but not large, breasts and trimmed with black lace and then... the face! What a face! So pretty and perfect and made up with black eye liner and mascara and dark, dark red lipstick covering her perfect lips. Her eyes were deep brown, black almost, and smouldering as they watched the Baristas looking at her as she approached. This amazing vision was crowned with a mass of jet black, long, straight, thick, shiny hair. The mature woman sat and stared as this beauty ordered her drink, paid and moved to the end of the counter whilst it was prepared. As she waited, she scanned the room for somewhere to sit and when she turned towards her, the woman dropped her gaze rapidly back to her netbook on the table in front of her, hoping that this gorgeous young woman had not seen her staring. Her heart began to pound as, from the corner of her eye, she saw her take her drink and walk towards her and her face burned when the young woman spoke: “Is this seat taken?” she asked, indicating the armchair on the other side of the small, low table. “Do you mind if I sit there?” her voice sultry and silky smooth like dark chocolate and with no trace of an accent. “Oh, erm, no, of course. Be my guest.” she answered, haltingly. Trying her utmost not to give away her nerves at being in such close proximity to so perfect a being. She stared at the screen, the words all began to blend and swim. She tried to think and began to type but nothing appeared. ...
    She back spaced to erase the jumble of letters her uncontrolled fingers had typed and stared once again. She read the last paragraph again to try to get some ideas but it didn't register so she read it again and still, nothing but the sweet, fresh smell of Calvin Klein. She swivelled her eyes upwards so discretely and looked at the young woman's knees pressed tightly together, the hissing of the nylon mesh, deafening to her, as she moved her legs ever so slightly. "I hope I am not distracting you from your work.” the sensual voice purred from the other armchair. The woman looked up and directly into those dark eyes, slightly crinkled at the edges as they danced and sparkled as she spoke. “Oh, no, erm, it is nothing important...” her voice trailed away as her throat dried up completely. Leaning forwards, she reached for her cup and took a mouthful, swallowing slowly. “Please,” the younger woman spoke, “Don't let me stop you.” The woman looked back at her screen but still it made no sense. Nothing written there made any impression in her mind at all and, once again, she let her eyes peep over the top but this time, there was no insanely loud hissing as the knees across from her were no longer touching but had parted ever so slightly, just enough for her to see that those perfect legs were clad in expensive, hold up stockings and the briefest hint of the smooth, pale flesh above. “Oh my lord!” she thought, swallowing. Her face was burning with an intensity she had never known and ...
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