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Both genders were lost in each other with their fingers entwined. They both knew that they can’t have each other right away.

They were standing in the corner with the guy’s back on the metro’s wall and girl completely leaning on him. Their eyes locked in each other with pheromones running wild. They were tracing every part of other’s body in their imagination and riding high on the amorous aura which both were emanating.

They finally reached a café. It was crowded but they got a seat. It was a very uncomfortable spot in the middle of the room where everyone could look at them, their table was in the way to the counter.

They sat across each other.

The guy sat with his chest straight and buttons half undone, the shirt hung loosely to reveal his smooth chest. His sturdy neck and broad shoulders invited the girl for an intimate hug, one which she wanted desperately, and one, which she knew, she can't have. His eyes were locked with hers and his juicy lips outlining a desperate urge to eat her and melt her in many ways. His fingers rolling over the coffee mug, trying to grab something that was equally smooth but sensually warm and soft.

               She tracked his movements, absorbing every little detail. Her thighs tingling with strong urges, opening and overlapping at the same time. Her breast became full and nipples got stiff. Her chest was full of breath which was intoxicating her mind making everything a blur with only the guy in focus. Her lips were quivering as her fingers were mindlessly grazing the handle of the coffee mug. Her toes were trying to crawl out of her body while inside of her thighs were getting hotter with each passing moment.

               With more than three minutes passed in these musings, the guy leaned forward on the table and asked her to lend her ears, ‘You know this right,  we ….we just can’t have each other yet but I have a feeling, I am already inside you.’

He leaned back, winked while making himself comfortable in his chair with a winning smile reigning on his face.

               The girl felt flustered at first. Her heart was racing. She was not ready to confront these words. Her mind grew restless as her emotions and desires have betrayed her demeanour. But eventually, she got reminded of her sexual prowess. She smiled, regained her calm and then brought along her A-game.

She lifted her sleeveless arms to stretch out her body as the heat outside was getting to her, she allowed the cold breeze that just blew in from the window, to carry her fragrance across the table. She revealed her tender neck and gently rolled her head backwards to lighten herself and finally let her hair fall down. Her body was displaying all the curves, enticing the guy, allowing his eyes to soak in every inch of her. 




The guy was stiff in his chair and every part of his body as hard as a rock.

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