Taken by Surprise (Audio Script)

Stories

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Well…isn’t this place adorable? I’ve walked past this café tons of times on my way to work. I always tell myself I’ll go inside and have a coffee… but I guess most days I’m rushing just to get to the office on time. Finally, I’ve got time for myself to do as I please. I take my place in line and can’t help but bite my bottom lip. Everything looks so delicious in the display case in front of me. But that’s not the only reason I’m feeling excited. I glance at my watch and a naughty smile curls on my lips...it’s almost time. It’s a beautiful Friday afternoon. And I’ve decided to take the rest of the day off work. Everything smells so good…the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans…the sweet and savory smell of freshly baked goods. I take a peek at the window ahead once more. This time actually focusing on the deserts scattered in the window. Oh, god, those brownies look absolutely delicious. Lemon curd pie…chocolate ganache cake. Hmm, what should I get?

The young couple ahead of me finishes their order and I step up to the counter. I decide on a chai latte and a slice of that delicious-looking cake. Today is about indulgence. It’s been a long week, I deserve a treat. The young lady at the till is extra nice, so I leave her a large tip in the jar on the counter. I find a sunny spot next to a window. Luck is really on my side today - this is the perfect place to sit. I sit down, relieved to be off my feet. When they say killer heels, they really mean killer heels...even wearing these stilettos for half a day has made my feet ache. I had an important meeting with some possible new clients this morning and I wanted to look my best I can say with confidence it went well…which is a huge ego boost. I wiggle my toes a little inside the stilettos. lean back into the chair, and close my eyes to relax. I hear the sounds of clattering cutlery and the woosh of steam coming from behind the counter…

I take a deep breath in…and out. And if only for a moment…I lose myself…allowing my mind to be blank and present. My eyes fly open. There’s a man sitting at my table. The sound of the chair startled me, and although I feel like I should say something. I’m a little lost for words.

“Are you ready?”

Finally.

“I'm sorry...do I know you?”

The man in front of me adjusts in his seat And stares directly into my eyes. I mean, I know the cafe is crowded - but this is such a small table...why sit here? I take a second to survey him. He’s handsome, not the stereotypical kind of handsome though. He’s a slightly older man, a little rough around the edges. He has piercing blue eyes and a smirk crosses his face as I bite my lip. His confidence oozes through his smart attire. He’s wearing a white button-down shirt with the first few buttons undone, and he’s got a tan peacoat slung over his shoulder. It’s hard to place what he might do for a living.

“Uh...can I help you?”

He pulls at his cuffs to straighten his sleeves.

“I was watching you from my table over there. That’s quite an outfit you’re wearing. I love the way it looks on you.”

I feel my cheeks burn slightly, and I clutch at the edges of my blazer. I’m wearing a simple, yet elegant skirt suit. Well-cut enough to be figure-hugging and still professional, all black. The red stilettos complete the look. I wanted to intimidate and impress at the meeting. Clearly, it’s caught the attention of someone else as well...

“Oh? Thank you, I suppose...”

“I have to know...”

“Know what?”

“What are you wearing underneath this fine outfit?”

“Excuse me?”

He smirks and squints at me from across the table. He leans in closer so nobody else can hear us.

“It’s just driving me crazy. You look like such a powerful woman. So confident. It’s just so fucking sexy.”

I stare straight ahead, my cheeks burning.

“I bet you go for simple silk panties. Black and plain. Or…even better, a tiny little thong. Red, I think...to match your shoes.”

I blush and fidget in my seat. There’s something about him…he’s really attractive. His eyes…that arrogant smirk. And a part of me loves this attention...

“Take them off for me.”

My eyes widen. I’m about to laugh at the absurdity of his request…but then I realize he’s being entirely serious. He stares right into my eyes, waiting patiently for my response. I swallow, feeling my pussy clench at the mere thought of doing what he’s asked. I squirm in my seat and take a look around. Everyone is absorbed in their own world - enjoying their coffees, chatting on their phones…no one is paying attention to us. Am I really about to do this? Yes...yes, I am. I am going to take my panties off right here under the table…and hand them to him.

This is insane. I lock eyes with him and he offers me a reassuring look. I reach under my skirt and hook my fingers around my panties. I slowly draw them down my thighs…my calves…and finally my ankles. As I pull them around my red heels, he leans forward and takes a bite of my cake.

“Hey, really!?”

He chuckles quietly and gives me another grin. I quickly look around. I don’t think anyone noticed me slipping them off. I can’t believe I am doing this. He drops the little fork onto my desert plate. As I go to slide the panties to him under the table. He gives me another smirk and stares into my eyes, as he taps his finger against the table.

Oh...my...God. He wants me to hand them to him? In front of everyone?! I cross my legs under the table. With the lack of fabric, I can really tell just how wet this is making me. I shift in my seat trying to suppress the sudden wave of desire. I look around again. Still, no one is paying attention to us. I squish the fabric in my hand. Making it into a tiny little ball. I lift my hand above the table and stretch it out to meet his. My fingers graze against his as he takes them from me. His eyes stay locked onto mine. And he drags his teeth across his bottom lip. Clearly, he’s enjoying this. Finally, he glances down at his prize. It’s a tiny thong: sheer mesh and lace details...navy blue.

“You have very good taste.”

He waves at the cake, but we both know what he’s really talking about.

“Classic. Elegant. Delicious.”

He grins again, pressing the small pair of panties into his front pocket. I suddenly feel very naked.

“You should try a bite. It’s really tasty.”

There’s an almost unbearable sense of entitlement in his voice. He is offering me a piece of my fucking dessert? I must admit; the audacity is such a turn-on. I am shocked and embarrassed and humiliated…and so fucking horny. All the competing emotions inside me cause me to stand and excuse myself from the table. That was such a thrill. I…I am desperate to touch myself. It’s a small bathroom; only two stalls and there’s no one in here. Good. I just need a minute to collect my composure. I am acutely aware of having no underwear on. I can feel how wet my lips are as I walk over to the sink. I turn around, expecting another woman to have joined me. But no…it’s him. His eyes are sparkling with lust and desire...

“Are you okay?”

“Yes...”

I nod my head...all I can think about are my panties in his pocket and how much I want to taste him.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No.”

I shake my head. Of course, I don’t want him to leave. I want his hands on me right now. He locks the door…takes two steps…and is suddenly standing right in front of me. My heart is pounding. He trails his fingers along my cheek and pulls me closer. His face is so close to mine. And being controlled and chased like this…is making me so damn horny. I didn’t know it was physically possible to be this wet.

“You want me, don't you?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to take you...right here and now...don't you?”

“Yes.”

He guides me backwards until I feel my ass against the sink.

“Spread your legs. Let’s see how wet you are.”

Holy fuck, that’s hot. My feet strain in my stilettos as I push my legs apart. His hand travels down underneath my skirt. Up the inside of my left thigh...slowly...sensually. I am trembling with desire in his hands.It’s a shock when he presses his whole palm against my pussy. Rough, and warm, enough to drive me crazy.

“Oh, fuck!”

I am so swollen and ready. And I let out a gasp as he slips a finger inside me...

“Oh my God. You’re soaked. Just like I thought. Ready for me to come take it, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yes. Take it, please.”

He spins me around and bends me over against the sink. He lifts my skirt up and I feel the cold air tickle my wetness. Hmmm… The sting is so good. And just a preview of what’s to come, I hope. The desire swelling in me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I want him to use me. Part of me hopes he doesn’t play nice. A bolt of excitement runs through me as I hear him unbuckle his pants. They fall to the floor, and I hear him tear open a condom wrapper. Oh my God, this is really going to happen. I want him to fuck me so bad…he presses himself against me, teasing my entrance for a brief moment…before plunging himself inside.

“Oh god, yes. Yes!”

His cock spreads apart my wet and swollen lips. This is exactly what I have been needing. It feels so good...

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight.”

He eases himself in and out of me, slowly building up our rhythm. Over and over…he fucks me from behind. Faster and harder...until his thrusts become firm and sure. His speed is becoming relentless. I feel like all my nerves are connected into one. One of his hands holds my hip firmly as the other tangles in my hair.

“Look at you. You love being fucked like this in public, don’t you? Look how much you love it.”

I look at myself in the mirror; it’s true. My face is glistening with sweat.Cheeks flushed. Blazer skewed. My ass in the air, being deliciously pounded into by a man who just demanded that I hand him my panties in a crowded cafe...

“I want to touch myself...”

“What's that?”

“I want to touch myself.”

“Go ahead, rub your clit for me. But don’t passion without my permission. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!!”

“Good girl.”

At this rate, the people outside might hear us. But I don’t care. My fingers find my clit...circling it desperately, frantically. Uh, yeah…just like that. Oh my God…this feels so good. He’s hitting all the right spots…filling me up completely. I feel like I’m going to burst. My fingers circle my clit harder. The idea that someone could hear us...or even come in…drives me crazy…

“Oh, yes!”

That’s it. I can’t hold back anymore. I need to passion so fucking bad…

“Can I passion?”

“Say 'please'.”

My face burns…I am flustered and so fucking horny. I need him to let me passion...

“Please, oh, please. Let me passion! ”

His thrusts grow erratic. I can tell he is close too.

“Go on. passion for me. Let’s passion together.”

My whole body tenses...my vision is blurry...

“Oh, yes!!!”

“Holy fuck.”

That was amazing. My legs are shaking. And I can’t believe what’s just happened. He slides out of me…disposes of the condom in the bin, and adjusts himself back into his pants. His eyes meet mine through the reflection of the mirror and he momentarily breaks from character...

“Was the cake too much?”

I turn around to face him and flash him a huge grin.

“No, baby. You played it perfectly. ”

He adjusts his posture and that arrogant smirk creases his face again...

“I knew you were a dirty girl. Thanks for the panties.”

I watch him leave and a deep, giddy exhale leaves me. I wash my face. Pull my skirt down and adjust my blouse. My pussy is still so wet and my clit is throbbing...I grin to myself in the mirror as I fix my hair. I wonder what roleplay we will try next.