It was an overcast Monday morning when Anabeth went into Renaissance Cafe. She had done this every Monday morning since she arrived in town. She enjoyed the ambiance as well as the way the owners made the place look 12th Century authentic.
When she thought of “cafe” she expected a small quaint place. However, Renaissance Cafe was much larger on the inside than the storefront led a passer-by to believe.
The booths that lined the perimeter were separated by stone arcs and walls. The art, and poetry that adorned the walls appeared to be centuries old, in Latin and script. The tables and chairs were bulky and their weight matched their size, if not more. They seemed immoble and made of wood so smooth, it looked to be centuries old.
On the wall, near the entrance, was a six foot long bench that matched the rest of the furniture. In front of the bench were two tables. This view was mirrored along the wall that led to the kitchen. There was a long hall before the kitchen that led to what she could only guess were the back offices.
Anabeth liked sitting at the table closest to the door. It afforded her the ability to people watch, which inspired her art.
Today was no different than any other day, she walked in and sat at “her” table. Then something new happened; The hair on the back of her neck stood up on their ends pulling the skin with it. Then she felt fingers trace down her back, which caused the hair on her body to do the same.
Anabeth shook it off, and reached for the menu. She scanned the cafe like always, and stopped mid reach when she saw him sitting on the far side of the room, on the “mirror” seating set-up. He wore sunglasses in the dimly lit cafe, but she swore his eyes bore into her soul.
Anabeth shook her head and grabbed the menu. “Concentrate on the menu, it’s just a person.” she thought. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the coffee selections, her eyes kept peaking over the top of the menu. He never moved, just sat there, expressionlessly.
The barista walked up to her, “Can I take your order, ma’am? Or would you like the usual?”
She jumped almost out of her skin. “Um…just the usual, please.”
The barista nodded, glanced across the room, turned and left for the coffee bar.
Anabeth should have put the menu down, because she finished ordering, but couldn’t. Instead she stared at him over the top of the menu. There was something about him that had her intrigued. He had a perfect jawline. His body seemed taut under his button down shirt. She desperately wanted to see his eyes, but the sunglasses were in the way.
Then, out of the blue, she whispered, “I don’t know what it is about you, and I have never felt this way, but all I am craving is to feel you inside me.” It was more of a thought than a whisper, but he straightened his posture, even more than it was, and he clenched his jaw. His nose flared slightly, and Anabeth could feel his eyes on her, without a doubt. She wondered if she yelled her sentiment at the top of her lungs, instead, however no one else in the cafe responded.
The barista returned, placed the Vienna Coffee and lemon danish on the table. “Can I get you anything else?”
“His name and number.” “No thank you.” she replied and put the menu back in the holder.
As she sipped her coffee and picked at her danish, the attraction between became intense. It felt like they knew each other, at least from her standpoint, and had been intimate for many months. But that wasn’t the case, this was the first time Anabeth had ever seen him.
He stood, and she thought, “I must be dreaming.” She seemed to be the only one who noticed his movement. He walked slowly and purposefully in her direction. “He’s probably leaving.” Anabeth reached toward her pastry, to pick at it again, when he touched her hand. She did jump out of her chair this time. Still, no one looked at the commotion, maybe because the table was too heavy to move or make noise from her hitting it with her thighs. She looked up, noticed he removed his sunglasses and their eyes locked.
Anabeth dropped the pastry as he prompted her to stand. Wordlessly, he guided her down the long hallway, to the door she saw. It was too dark to really know what it was, but it didn’t matter. She caught her breath as he kicked the door shut. He turned her back to the door, and she gasped when he pinned her to it.
He silenced her with a rough kiss. He parted her lips with his tongue. As their tongues touched, she felt her hunger, lust, and desire transfer to him, as she received his. He lifted one of her legs to his hip, and she locked it there. Her long skirt slid to her waist as he ran his hand up the outside her thigh to her bare ass.
He responded to the surprise with a deep, throaty moan.
Anabeth fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans and felt his hard cock pulse. She jerked the button, and the zipper complied. She slid the pants down his thighs and his cock was freed from its prison.
He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him. Held her by the ass, and rammed his cock into her hot, wet pussy. She dug her nails into his back as he grabbed her ass and pumped in and out of her dripping pussy hard and fast. She screamed as loud as he moaned. Their hunger and lust fed one another. As his cock hardened as her pussy became tighter.
He increased his speed and slammed her hard one final time. His cum shot into her and her pussy throbbed around his cock, coaxing all the cum to release.
Anabeth opened her eyes. Her heart raced and her breath was shallow. She brought the coffee to her lips, and gazed at him over the rim. He hadn’t moved. His sunglasses were still in the same place. However, his chest showed more movement than she had seen all morning.
She put her cup down, looked around, expecting people to be staring. The coffee shop buzzed, no one stared or stirred.
As soon as Anabethremoved her hand from the handle of the cup, she heard him ask, “Did you enjoy that?” and she jumped, again. Looked up, expecting him to be in front of her, yet, he was still across the shop.
“Only you can hear me. You don’t have to speak. Just, answer my question.”
Puzzled and dazed, she wanted to ask questions, but was compelled to answer first. “Very much, yes. How? What?”
“Quiet now. I will see you tonight. Finish your coffee. Go about your day. This is just a sample of what I can do with you.”
He got up and walked down the hall which led to the room, then disappeared.
She read a novel as she finished her coffee. Anabeth looked up once, at the table across the shop. “When did he disappear?” she whispered, shook her head and packed her things and left.