When this story all started, I had been visiting this particular Starbucks many times. It felt so good and when I lifted her head to look at me, we eventually kissed as she continued to pull on my cock. I agreed by saying, “That would be great,” and left to wait for her to contact me. I think about her a lot and wish we could have spent more time together, and even though I wonder did I do something or say something to turn her off, but deep down I think it was because I was so much older than her or that she might have felt used, but I don’t think I’ll ever know. Touching her, and running my fingering gently over her mound, I dipped down to kiss just above her slit. She felt so good and tasted good too; it was hard to stop, and really I did not want to stop. It was early morning now and she told me she probably needed to go home.
