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Amelies-Salted-Caramel
This is a collaborative piece and is classed as erotic fiction.  Reader discretion is advised as it contains adult content; collaboration of role play writing that I experienced with a delightful writer, so much fun.
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TA- She was that knockout you’re usually afraid of, at leastt I was when I first walked in. She stood waiting for her order, staring straight ahead, I knew she was aware of my drooling disposition. I sort of kept my eyes on the bakery goods rather than look right at her, but then I wondered – does she wish guys would just look through her rather than dancing around her elegance?
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RB-  It was about the same time of day and she knew that he should be coming in the door at any given moment.  Already she was heady from the delicious scent of freshly ground coffee beans and the inviting smell of muffins and banana bread.  Wearing her usual wool suit with the trademark short skirt, Alana tilted her head slightly as she mused over the various choices of coffees.  The girl behind the counter waited dutifully for her to place her order, but she was holding back.  Waiting.  Waiting for him.  He didn’t disappoint.  Right on cue, the tell tale sound of his heels upon the tiles; along with the familiar scent of his cologne had her show a sly smile.  She didn’t have to turn her head.  Alana knew he was there.  She’s seen him before.  Those eyes that followed her every move.  The way he practically drooled.  God, get the man a bib.  Finally, she spoke.
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“Short flat white, no sugar.”
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Then, she did something unexpected.  “….and I’ll pay for his coffee.” 
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She turned her head ever slightly, and then motioned to a booth down the back.
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“Care to join me?”
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TA- He was happy he could still speak,
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“Why certainly,” he stammered, smiled, looked at the barrister to see if she was judging him. Yup she was, she looked at him as if to say,
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“Why don’t you just tell her you want to fuck her right now,” but he looked past it and glanced at Alana’s eyes, a deep blue horizon he had wished to lose himself inside of for weeks, her sweet smile that told him she could tolerate him for fifteen minutes of chatter, but he better use his time wisely. 
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He watched her walk away her legs gliding across the tile, and imagined she was enhancing her hips just for him. It worked. As he waited for his coffee, he noticed she put down her things and dashed off to the restroom while he was finishing his order. Without thinking about it, he dropped his change into the cup not even aware that Jenny the server was smiling at him, He walked over to the booth, a rather discreet one at the end of the aisle, high walls to protect conversations and other such matters. He sat down, and already felt the start of an erection. That alone told him to not really focus on trying to impress her with words. He loosened his tie and leaned back on the felt cushion of the bench and waited, each second trying to maintain the best ‘hot guy’ posture he could.
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RB – Having walked into the rest room, Alana hurried into a cubicle and closed the door.  Her lips parted as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip and then reached for the edges of her skirt, her fingers sliding up beneath the woolen fabric till reaching the top of her silk panties.  Oh, they were coming off.  No need for them now with what she had planned.  A light wriggle of her hips and she shimmed so the black silk slid down her thighs and onto the floor, where she crouched down to snatch them up and then stuff them into her jacket pocket.  A little purr escaped her lips as she imagined that he was sitting at the booth – waiting for her.  Did he know what she had planned?  That she was far from a demure office secretary, but secretly had a few kinks in the closet.  Smoothing down her skirt, she could hear others in the restroom and to mask what she was doing, she pressed the button and then opened the door; walking out smartly to wash her hands.  Alana was immaculate.  From her hair to her make up.  A perfectionist you could say.  She turned slightly to adjust the run of the seam of her stockings and gave her belt a little pull, to snap it tight to her flesh.  The sensation sent a burning feeling racing through her.  One final look in the mirror and she was ready.
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Walking out of the rest room, Alana spied that he had gone straight for the booth and was now sitting in a non chalant fashion – his tie slightly loosened, and leaning back at ease.  So…relaxed.  Her eyes widened slightly as the right corner of her mouth twitched and she strutted towards the booth.  
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“Still not got your coffee?”
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The service wasn’t exactly speedy, but that was how she liked it.  It gave time for her to introduce herself.  If the case need be.  But he already knew her.  He had seen her repeatedly day after day and now the time had come to get better acquainted.
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With a graceful move she slid into the booth.  The movement meant that her skirt rose up high enough for the exposure of those garter straps.  A hint of bare flesh. Pink…ripe.  The fabric of the couch made a slight sound as she got comfortable. Her eyes flickering from his, and then tracing down where she happened to notice the growing bulge beneath his pant’s fabric.  Already?  My my…what was he thinking?
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“I’m Alana.”  this was said with a husky tone, that was smooth yet subtle.  
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As she got comfortable, her jacket opened slightly so that he might spy the black lace of her bodice beneath.  The rise of her breasts just enough to show she was more than a handful.  Alana didn’t adjust her clothing.  She wanted to make sure he got a good look.
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“So aside from coffee, is there anything else you fancy?”
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TA- He let out a bit of a gasp with a chuckle to feign how nervous or excited he was. He hadn’t a clue at this point. All he could think about were her legs. Just then he reached to the side of the couch and picked up his coffee cup, nonchalantly glanced at the motorists in their routine out the window. He was doing his best to set up a casual glance. he took a sip, and placed the cup back on the floor nearby, purposely leaning over so when he returned his eyes could blatantly glance inside her thighs. She was there and ready, and parted just a tad, so when he sat up he could readjust his tie, a subliminal suggestion of how he might want her to caress him in a short while. He turned to see her looking right at him, with a smile. He let his eyes fall to her shoulders on purpose, noticed the fabric of her blouse that appeared to have been given a bit of a toss in the restroom, let his hand drop to his right thigh while his legs pulled slightly towards her, allowing his erection to settle well in his slacks. He watched her eyes purposely glance, with just a flit of her tongue, a wet sliver of saliva resting on her bottom lip.
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“I’m Alec, I am just delighted,’ he said, now bold, now wanting to favor her desires with a sharp return of confidence, something he was fully aware was coming from somewhere he didn’t know.
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He held out his hand and she laid her along his fingers so he gently lifted her hand feeling her soft skin slide inside his palm, imagining well beyond that initial touch. There was a fire happening and he wanted to build upon that passion. 
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“Well, actually, I’m thinking only about what might await me,” and glanced again at her legs, watching them part just slightly more than before he set down the coffee.
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“I certainly do fancy you,” feeling completely comfortable with the energy she was sharing with him right now.
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He had worked this moment in his head for days and was beside himself with how good everything felt up to this point, her picking the discreet couch, the reaction to his waiting cock, and even his fantasy of her romoving her panties shortly before she sat down. He thought to himself when he watched her go whether that might be the case, and now, knowing her freedom with her body in his eyes, he was convinced …
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“I think I would like you to tell me what you might want out of a spontaneous afternoon coffee, perhaps a fantasy of yours,” he threw the idea toward her with a soft caress of his inner thigh that was now dancing with a subtle rhythm of arousal.
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RB –  So casual and acting as though he was more interested in the world passing by for a time.  His head turning as he took up his cup and sipped, watching the cars that passed the coffee shop.  Alana had to admit, she enjoyed this candour, the way he held himself.  Moving his legs in such a way to hide the tell tale sign of a bulge.  She could only imagine him without the pants on.  Exposed.  Throbbing.  She pushed her tongue to the inside of her cheek as she quietly mused and studied this man.  His name…was Alec.  It suited him, and reminded her of a famous screen star by the same name.  He was a confident gent, and as the moment progressed, Alec was showing signs that his self confidence was growing.  Alana had given off very subtle cues, and he instantly picked up on it.  It was like they were on the same wave length.  Often so very hard to find. 
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When he took her hand, she felt the strength behind his grip.  Fingers that she could imagine plundering her insides.  The very thought sent a shiver through her, which she tried to contain.  Her smile only grew when he said he was thinking of what may await him.  Alana thought of a few things that were on offer – if the time was right.  Finally, he admitted his feelings.  That he fancied her.  Success.  She knew it all along.  The silent flirts with eyes and of course her hips had paid off.  Alana was never one to put herself out there, but to do it in such a way, that it would leave him craving and fighting those delictable fantasies, that she was now sure he had enjoyed.
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At the question of what she might want out of a spontaneous afternoon coffee, or even a fantasy, Alana let out a very soft purr.  She reached into her jacket pocket and skillfully pulled out that same set of panties she had just removed in the rest room.  Casually, she reached for her briefcase and opened the flap – only to slide them deep inside.  This allowed him to see exactly what she did in the rest room.  Closing the flap, she drew back slightly and then glanced at him.
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“I had wished for a sexual encounter with a stranger, but….as we are now on a first name basis, I guess we can try for something a bit…hotter.”
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Her hand slid down her own thigh and then reached across to where his hand lay.  Gently she wound her fingers around it and drew it back so that she could place it just on the inside of her inner thigh.  Her thigh quivered at his touch as her eyes searched his the entire time.
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“I want you to finger fuck me….right here…right now.”
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TA- He didn’t flinch and only slid a little her way across the couch, still keeping enough distance for eyes that could see them both shoulders up to not quite realize their actions, well not completely anyway. He let his fingertips tease the hot sensation of her skin inside the silk caress of her garter, soft circles for a moment or two with a smile, eyes looking inside her passion, while he let his other hand brush aside her long brunette hair to reveal a naked shoulder. He danced his fingertips along the side of her neck, letting her roll her head a little bit to suggest he can continue.
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“You are beyond words, and far more delicious than even my greatest fantasy could imagine,” he said, and slid his fingertips inside with little notice, danced the tips of two fingers around for a minute than slid them back out, letting her lip drop from her mouth at the shock of such a lovely start. He then caressed her inner thigh some more and spread his legs out a bit to allow his erection to signal her attention. 
She responded with her right hand, sliding it upon his thigh, and when her fingertips engaged the fabric of his slacks he rose to her touch …
“You know, I’m not going to kiss you yet, because that might give us away, but I think I’ll just play with you and demand that you cannot move for fear of our potential audience watching you writhe. We are in a public venue of course,” and again he slid his fingertips inside of her, while his thumb collapsed on her clit – he watched her chest heave and jerk slightly to the touch, a sweet gasp emanating from her lips as her eyes closed just a bit to allow the moment…
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He glanced behind the couch at the patrons throughout the bistro, and noticed their quiet ignorance, and with a smile began to rhythmically finger her sweet with pussy, feeling her hands tug on him each time he slid inside.
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RB – Alec had laid down the rules of their encounter.  She was not to move, nor show outward signs that his pleasuring her was taking her to heaven.  She could not help the breathless gasp that escaped her parted lips when his fingers found purchase.  The delicate nature of his touch sending sensations through her.  It was enough to make her eyes roll back, but she had to remain composed.  Only when he looked into her eyes did he see the oncoming flames of her arousal.  Surely though the wetness that greeted his fingers was a stark indication.  Drawing back in a breath sharply, her breasts swell from beneath her jacket.  Now he would see the glorious curves as they move upward and are seen much easier than before. The dark nips tighten and grow taut beneath the silk of her bustier.  The sensitivity is off the charts, and it wouldn’t take much for her to cry out from the pleasures.  Instead her lips part, and you can see her tongue running along her top row of teeth – pushing her body back slightly into the couch for support.  
His whispers of how he had no plans to kiss her, stung her lips to fullness just at the very idea.  So instead, she uses the only part of her body that can move unseen.  Her fingers crawl up to his belt and slowly untie it.  Eyes lowering to see her progress and soon the zip is lowered and her hand slips beneath the fabric, in search of his engorged cock.  The first touch is the sweetest.  His skin so smooth, yet riddled with the tell tale veins that are furiously pumping blood into his member.  If she cannot touch his lips, she shall guide her fingers to curl around the shaft and then slowly slide up and down – applying pressure to the base.  Alana was very skilled, and started to pump slowly.  Again so as not to give away to their audience the nature of her endeavors.  
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Soon, their actions flowed into a sweet rhythm; each pleasuring the other in the full gaze of a packed coffee house.
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Alana’s legs parted a little further, wanting him to drive his fingers in as far as he could.  She imagined that he was on top of her – ramming her senseless as she screamed and pulled at his hair.  Instead, they would be silent.  She didn’t know what was more erotic.
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It took all her strength to hold still, while her hand did what she wished her mouth could.
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TA- Her fingertips were so smooth, a slow stroke that told him she would make him cum right there in his slacks – he sensed it and quickly pulled his hand out of her crotch, reached back and removed his suit jacket, and holding it by the collar draped it over his hard cock so her hands could freely stroke him in discretion…
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He returned his fingertips inside, and let his left hand slide underneath her silk bustier, sliding over a nipple, two reaching fingertips clasping around and twirling. as she slowly rocked her shoulders, her eyes staring out into the street, wanting to roll back but staying firmly directed toward the traffic, just holding on, readying her release… her smile appeared as purposeful as the first moment he met her, but this time, it was at work, building a momentum with his every touch.
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She felt his fingertips slide back inside, but this time they stayed inside, while he let his pinky dance around her ass, just enough to create a little bit more of a reaction. Her breathing directed him now, fingertips inside, not sliding just gyrating inside of her pussy, while his thumb drew circles directly on her clit. 
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He looked at her now, and she at him, the two of them now just staring in each other’s pleading eyes as they both mercilously caressed the other with the same degree of intensity, just enough to stay under the radar, but certainly working toward a simultaneous climax. He worked her wetness now, the juice of her center enveloping his hand, her thighs collapsing with strength upon his fingers as she readied herself to cum. With each movement inside her fingers gripped him and rocked his cock. There was no sliding on his cock today, just a firm grip of his shaft working the boiling cum inside.
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Her nipples taught, her breath fast, she began to moan softly as he waited for her body to respond to his touch. 
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Their eyes, played each other’s intensity with a fervor of unbridled abandon.
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RB – If only she could scream, if only she could do to him what was now going through her mind.  This however was beyond words.  He ordered her to stay still, and yet his hand soon found its way deep under her bustier and clasped onto her waiting nipple.  The ache that came from his touch made her chew her bottom lip.  Her nip hardened even more at his touch – her bosom growing firm beneath.  Soft, yet firm and hot to touch.  For now it was just by touch.  Nothing could be seen.  It was the ultimate trip.  
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Alec was clever to use his jacket in order to shield Alana’s hand from view and she used the opportunity well.  Showing her eagerness in the way her fingers gripped and pumped his cock hard as she could.  Every so often she glanced up at the crowd in the coffee house, and she could see that they were all too engrossed in their own cell phones and coffee to worry about a couple down in the back corner booth.  Perfect.  She turned her head towards his and their eyes burned for the other as they simultaneously used their hands to do what they could not.  Alana felt the thickening of his cock in her hand, and she chose this moment to reach down and cup his balls – teasing them as she licked her lip.  A growing hunger welling between her legs, as his fingers were now gyrating within her insides.  The feeling was building – like a volcano about to erupt.  
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She knew the moment she heard his footsteps and smelt his cologne that she wanted him.  Alana timed everything beautifully, and he played his ace card on acceptance.  
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A few sharp short breaths, and she clenched down tight as she could – her body now racked with a spasm as the shock wave from her orgasm hit her like a tsunami.  Drowning in the bliss of feeling and wonder.  The silent scream.  Her mouth opened and yet there was no sound.  He would know though.  Her fingers clenching his cock so tight – working …flexing as she came all over his fingers.  The dew of her opening flower, saturating his digits.
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Her mind clouded for a few moments, as the dizzying high left her mute.  There was a beauty to her face as she glowed.  Her cheeks reddening.  Slowly, she started to descend – though her eyelids were heavy.  Almost bedroom eyes.
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Now it was her turn.  To finish what she started.  Her eyes locking onto his, as her hand furiously pumped his cock.  Alana was panting, she couldn’t help it.  She licked her lips, as a bead of sweat ran down her cheek.  What she wouldn’t give to taste his seed.  Maybe she didn’t have to wait long at all.
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TA- He held on as she prepared imagining the scenario. His fingertips inside of her felt wonderful with her climax all over them, having ridden her orgasm with his hand, being sure to stay inside to assure her of completion without any abandon. 
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Now his smile turned to pursed lips as he kept his eyes on her while she stroked him faster, he was building and he kne he would be walking out with his sport coat on his arm, enroute to the dry cleaner. She looked at him with purpose now, and with a feverish rhythm began to feel him let go. He actually grunted ever so slightly and quick glanced around to see if it had been too audible, but they were safe, and he now came inside of his jacket his cock exploding with her hand enveloping him, her palm sliding around his head as his cum continued to emanate from his orgasm. He felt her hand hold on until he was done, his breathing was beginning to settle and he felt her hand slide inside of his slack to wipe off most of the cum, but then he felt her fingertip and thumb just squeeze the head and a bit of semen fell inside of her hand, and she gradually pulled her hand out from underneath his jacket and while he watched her, she licked her fingertips with a smile, as if to say, thank you, and I hope you are satisfied.
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She then deftly pulled her skirt down, rearranged her jacket, tossed her beautiful hair for a minute, and while looking out the window, stood up leaving him lounging on the couch. He quickly reached into his breastpocket and snared a card, and as she turned to walk away, he tugged on her naked elbow; she glanced around and snapped the card out of his hand, brought it to her lips, kissed it teasingly and looked at him with that delightful, no, delicious smile, and whispered, thank you, reached down, picked her briefcase and walked out of the cafe. 
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Alec sat back, let out a deep sigh, and watched the traffic slide by knowing that he had experienced something that no one else would at least in this cafe, on this particular day. Perhaps another opportunity might arise, indeed, he smiled.