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Stranger Phone Sex - Sophie Fucks A Stranger

Stranger Phone Sex - Sophie Fucks A Stranger 

I’d been stood up and it sucked. On a whim, I’d swiped right on Tinder for a stranger with a winning smile. We’d texted a couple of times and agreed to meet here. Now forty-nine minutes past our meeting time he was a no-show. Steam swirled from my latté, the aroma mingling with the buttery fragrance of my fresh croissant slathered in whipped cream “Fuck him! Didn’t need him anyway!” I slid my chair outwards, keeping an eye on the door just in case he showed up. In the meantime, I amused myself by imagining the relationships between couples in the café. I found myself mesmerized by a man and woman seated nearby. They were locked in a heated conversation. She seemed put out, either by him or by something they were talking about. I couldn’t tell. But she wasn’t the one who interested me. He drew my attention.

I could imagine him in a foreign movie, dark, naturally tanned, and with the kind of sexual aura that promised something that made my pulse quicken. There was no doubt, he was an alpha male, my kind of male. I warned myself, “Hold it, Soph, you’re getting way ahead of yourself…”But, oh my, he was gorgeous! That strong nose, those full lips, and lines of amusement flaring from the corners of his eyes made me catch my breath. Not that he was laughing now. I stared, not caring who noticed. How old was he? Maybe late 30s, or even early 40s. No wedding ring.  As she jabbed her fingers at him, I noticed she wasn’t wearing one either. Were they friends? Ex-lovers? Quite suddenly the drama took a turn; the woman jumped up, grabbed her tote, and marched out. He didn’t follow, nor did he look upset. 

Then the stranger glanced up and saw me staring. It was too late to look away. 

Damn it, Soph! Caught in the act! I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. His eyes held mine and for an exquisite nanosecond, we teetered on the knife edge of mutual desire. The chemistry flamed high across the room. I felt the wetness spreading between my thighs, my inner lips swelling in readiness. He stood up, threw a couple of bills on the table, then stopped. Instead of turning towards the entrance, he gave me the very, very slightest nod before striding into the depths of the café. I didn’t waste time thinking about what to do. I abandoned my coffee and followed him. He was waiting at the doorway to an office of some sort, his dark eyes focused on me coming towards him.

The click of the lock behind us was like the first drumbeat to a suspense movie. He looked down at me, pinning me against the smooth wood of the back of the door and thrusting long fingers into my hair.  Without a word, our mouths meshed. We devoured one another. He tasted like coffee. His taut, muscular tongue explored my mouth.  The only sound was our breath, then his grunt as he pushed down my panties, spreading my inner lips and thrusting two fingers into me. He searched for my g-spot, swollen and alive with desire. He massaged it in a knowing act of exquisite sexual arousal. It was such intimate behavior between total strangers that I almost swooned.

I unbuckled his belt and ripped down the zipper of his jeans. 

Oh my God! His cock, engorged and ready, stretched diagonally across his belly. It was almost the width of my wrist, the broad tip trapped in the fabric. I pushed down his undershorts. He pulled me closer, and I felt that magnificent cock pushing upright against me. I thrust my hand between us, searching for him. He felt sublime in my fist. My fingers, wet from his oozing precum, slid from his base to that divinely sensitive spot below the crown. “Not so fast!” He searched for my clit, rolling its hardness beneath his fingers. His breathing stepped up a notch and I felt myself go weak at the knees. I wanted all of him in me – I’d never fucked a cock that size before.

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Sophie

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