I was sitting in the Starbucks café reading some dumb article on political correctness when I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard a voice from the past. Slowly I turned around, looked up and our eyes met. I saw that familiar but somewhat different smile on her face. It was Veronica. It had been almost five years since I had seen her and the sight of her still made my balls swell.
I was somewhat embarrassed because our last meeting was not so pleasant; it was the day we broke up our two year relationship and I was out of control. Our relationship was about sex, lots of it and she was ready to make a change. I was not. I still remember that day. Our relationship had been on the skids for a while but the sex was always hot. I came to her office where we typically met, before slipping out for a quickie during the lunch hour. She closed the door and asked me to sit down because she had something to say. I was really looking forward to fucking her and approached her from behind, cupping her voluptuous breasts, stimulating her large nipples and nuzzling my stiffening cock between her butt cheeks. I was horny with a full load ready to blow when she turned cold to my advances and told me it was over. She just could not continue this relationship and she would never have sex with me again. That empty feeling filled my stomach and I starred back in disbelief.
Being the macho guy, I was not going to go soft in the face of adversity. My ego was hurt but my dick was hard. I proceeded to laugh it off as I began to undress in front of her. Yes right in her office with people outside. The sight of my body usually got her hot and I was sure it still would. It would just be a minute until I warmed her up and we would be fucking wildly. But, no today she was different. She kept her cold posture and refused to smile. When I was totally naked, standing fully erect in front of her, she told me to get dressed and go. I was too far into this session to stop now. As I tried to push myself on her she just looked into my eyes sternly and said no.
Well hell, I’m not a rapist so I was not going to force myself on her but damn if I wasn’t horny so I began to stroke my cock with her watching. Our relationship had always been straight sex, nothing kinky and this was something we had never done before. When she saw me getting really excited, her look of determination melted into fear. For a minute I thought she was going to scream for help but she breathlessly stared at me jerking off in her uptown office.
She obviously did not know what to do except to watch. I wanted to fuck her so badly. I wanted to smell her perfume and feel her soft flesh press against me but it was not to happen today or ever again. As she sat in the chair watching me with disbelief, I crawled over to her and stared into her eyes still madly flogging my rod. She couldn’t take it any longer and reached out to touch me. Her cold hand with its beautifully red manicured fingernails made their way to my scrotum. She cupped my balls and squeezed gently causing me to shoot my load. Her long red nails were gently clawing my balls. My cum ran off my cock onto her arm and down onto the floor as she continued to milk my balls. It felt like I keept cumming for ten minutes even though it was probably no more than ten seconds.
Wave after wave of pleasure filled my loins and faded as I slowly regained sense of my surroundings. She was cleaning my cum off her arm and the floor. I had been disarmed and the message was even more clear. This was going to be the last time we had sex. She looked at me and asked if I was OK now. She then asked me to get dressed and go. No kiss, no smile, just that sterile stare you get from a nurse who enters your hospital room and finds you with a morning erection.
So, here I am in Starbucks looking her in the eyes wondering what she is thinking and why is she even talking to me. Trying to keep my composure, I graciously ask her to have a seat and join me with her latte. The conversation s |
