A Cup Of Coffee

I'm not that kind of an early bird and the stories of the warm, I believe in Waiting for others to build the country, after all, I'll come paint the built one. I checked my bedside watch, it read 9:00 am, I stretched my arm on the other side of the bed, empty.

Peninah had already left, without even a goodbye. unlike the other whores I brought home who had millions of excuses to stay longer in my apartment, She knew when to leave.

This girl was full of mystery, and I hated that I was thinking of her in a way other than the other girls I'm used to.

She was good in bed, knew how to lick, ride and moan. She had beautiful boobs and a warm and wet pussy, the exact snack a man needed for both dinner and breakfast.

I cursed, atleast she could have let me suck her nipples if not eating her pussy before she left, and the fact that she didn't even bother to leave her contacts behind made me wonder the type of girl I brought home last night.

She left a note though.

"Thanks for reminding me what life is, let me go mourn Peter now, Thanks for the seven inches though (smiles)"

Fuck Peter, he knew how to ruin good times even in death.

***

Weeks turned to months and yet there was no sign of Peninah, that daughter of... wait, she was sweet though, I won't forget that.

***

After a slight hesitation, I squeezed myself onto the only vacant seat at the bar–a stool with a torn leather seat beside where Wengstar sat, Smoke permeated the room, forcing me to adopt a squint as I kept the entrance in view. TVs blared overhead and truckers slouched to either side of me, the collection of empty shot glasses and beer mugs in front of them suggesting career drinkers. Only my Wengster would pick a place like this… Wengstar poured the remaining beer in his glass, we were having a boy's day out, James was here too, and as always with three whores caressing him, I've never seen this guy sober or without a girl, he says that all beautiful girls were created for him.

We call him the chief fornicator

We chatted, laughed and reminded ourselves of the good old times,

"Have you managed to find your girlfriend?" Wengstar laughed, "The goddess of deep blowjobs and horse rides."

"Who?"

"Peninah" James shouted

"Uuh, first, she is not my girlfriend, second we only had a one night stand, and third, no thank you, I wasn't looking for her." I bloated out.

They all laughed hysterically, it wasn't funny.

"The mastermind of all girls, the irresistible one, King Solomon himself" James laughed harder.

"Leave me alone"

I took a sip of my beer and shook my head to the beat, a little drunk and grinning because I knew it. The air was hot and so were the ladies, just how I liked it. Here I didn't need to talk or tell jokes and be charming; everything that needed to be said could be done with a look.

I saw her, she had a platinum blonde hair and tight mini skirt, she came up to the bar, eyeing the regulars like an aging lioness hungry for a meal…

and now all I needed was her name, my name and then we were off on the floor, dancing tight against each other, the music and filtered lights turning our awkward bodies into fluid rhythm…and that's what I did.

"Hey beautiful one, need a drink?" I joined her, dragging one of the bar stools.

"Hey handsome, I can do with a glass if tequila, thank you" she smiled

"I'm Megan"

"Isabella"

My fish was in the net, now the hard task was to pull it to the shores.

The band's thrashing sound was billed as one-of-a-kind and didn't disappoint, setting the mood for me to pull my catch to the pull, I told her how beautiful she was, that she was the only one my mind and eyes were set on, and she calmly said that she won't fuck me even when hell goes cold, atleast if I was after her just for a taste of her pussy.

"Naah, I'm here to make friends and connections, I'm a gentleman" I laughed, stroking her hair. "Speaking of friendship, do you mind?"

I stretched my arms signalling a dance.

She said yes, who will dare say no?

We danced together, our bodies close; with my hand grasping hers. This was perfect, I was with the one I wanted. It felt like the song lasted forever, yet I never got tired from it. The sound of the music went even slower, the lights slowly fading.I dropped my hand, and before she had time to frown I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her body even closer to me. Her kind, smiling face met mine and I felt her sweet, warm breath on my face. Our lips met and we kissed.After what felt like eternity, she pulled away from the kiss and whispered in my ear, "It's noisy in here."

BINGO

We staggered to Wengstar's and friends' table, bid them goodbye with a wink and left with my prize.

We were in the elevator when we started kissing and caresing, I found the strip of condoms I had packed, ripped one open, managed to roll it on with gritted teeth. Maybe she would've done it for me and maybe that would've been hot as hell, but since I wanted to actually get inside her before she went off like a gunshot, I needed to do it faster, Of course, as soon as I thought that, she grabbed my hair and dragged me down, pressing all her soft, lush curves against my body. Her skin was hot and damp from the exertion of her orgasm. Her pussy was wet and open, ready for me, begging for me as she spread her legs and reached down to grasp .y erection. In my ear, she whispered, 'Hard, please.

"Hell is cold" I mumbled, she dug her nails deeper into my bare skin.

***

"I need a cup of coffee to cool down this steam," she clipped her bra.

"There's a cafe down floor" I fastened my belt

We got off the elevator, I watched her as she walked, she had a beautiful ass and I couldn't believe that this was the ass I had just fucked a minute ago, and yes, I still had a hard on.

***

We chose a table in the corner but this was one scenario where location didn't seem to matter. The waiter appeared, voicing what I think was a request for our drink order.

"Two cups of Cappuccino." I looked up, Shocked.

Peninah was standing at our table, Waiting for our order