The Coffee Date Ep. 03

For the first time in Mark's life, the reality that woke him from his dream wasn't a cold slap of self-hatred and begrudged acceptance; it was more like a warm, loving embrace. Specifically, an absolute smoke-show of a woman was lovingly embracing his morning wood with her warm mouth. Mark hadn't forgotten her name; his neurons just weren't all firing quite yet.

Amber.

Mark lay on his back and looked on in speechless amazement at her enthusiasm. Amber's lips were all the way up to the base of Mark's shaft and she was bobbing in short quick bursts, seemingly trying to suck his cock off his body. He couldn't tear his eyes away until they were forced shut by a wave a pleasure that quite literally made his toes curl. When he had recovered his senses and looked back down, he found Amber looking back at him, her eyes were smiling, although her mouth was preoccupied. Amber looked at him expectantly for a brief moment, and Mark wondered if she was waiting for him to say something, Mark wasn't exactly sure what to say.

"Good morning" came out before he could really think about his words.

Amber pulled her head up and away from him with a pop (Mark thought that was incredibly hot and wondered if she somehow knew he liked it. It must be really popular with guys, right?)

"Good morning!" Her voice was a quiet whisper, but she still said it with all the bright, sunny enthusiasm of a morning person whose already finished a cup of coffee.

A cup of coffee...had he been dreaming...about a-?

"God, your morning voice is so hot", the lust in Amber's eyes as she said this nearly made Mark blush. Amber bit her lip and stared at him longingly, she had absent-mindedly grabbed his hard-on with one hand, slowly working him up and down, and the her other hand at instinctively found one her nipples. She might as well have been turning an oven dial up for the affect it was having on her. And him, as well, for that matter.

She spoke again. "I saw what time your alarm was set to go off and thought I would give you my own wake up call."

Mark stammered "That's...g-great. Wow. Thank you!" That's great? Thank you? Dude, pull yourself together or she might realize what a dork you are!

Amber let go his cock and placed both of her hands on either of his legs, slowly stroking the inside of his thighs

"Do you need to get ready for work? Is there time for me to finish?" Amber looked like she was legitimately worried.

"Yes, there's definitely time." Mark wanted to convey how badly he did not want Amber to stop while still trying not to sound a like a dweeb again.

Amber seemed to notice and gave him a look that somehow conveyed that she was never going to leave him with blue balls, but that she was going to play with him a little bit.

Mark laid his head back down on his pillow, realizing how tense he had become in the moment he thought she might not continue. He felt his body relax as he exhaled. Amber lifted both her hands away from his legs and lightly caressed his shaft with her fingers.

"Are you sure, daddy?" Amber smiled coyly at him. Mark had never been called that by anyone before, and hadn't really understood why anyone would like it, until this very moment.

Her fingers were feathers on his flesh, yet still finding his most sensitive nerves, and sending his cock into a fit of twitching agitation.

"I wouldn't want you to be late." Amber placed a sloppy kiss on the side of his shaft, still unfailing in her ability to find his nerves. Her tongue slid against him, electrifying his whole body. She kissed him again on one side and then brought her lips over to kiss him on the other side. She found another spot and kissed him again. Slowly she moved from one spot to the next, and between each kiss she gave him the chance to see her beautiful, rosy lips, puckered just for him. Those lips found the head of his cock slowly placing two more kisses on him.

Amber looked at him, the devil in her eyes feigning innocence. "Is there something you want, daddy?" Again, she kissed his head. Mark realized he'd lifted his other head off his pillow again, the heat of her kisses had frozen him in suspense, waiting for her to put him back in her mouth.

"Say what you want, daddy", Amber's hot breath could've melted the ice caps. She placed another kiss on him, this time slower, longer. Marked stared at her, absolutely captivated. "Tell your little slut what to do."

Where had THAT come from? Mark was surprised by Amber's language, but couldn't deny how hot it was.

Amber's tongue poked out of her mouth and sensuously licked her upper lip. Her mouth was so close to him still that her tongue brushed against the underside of his head as it reached the center of her mouth.

For a moment, Mark was afraid that if his next words came on too strong, he would scare her off or ruin the moment. Mark looked at Amber and was amazed to find a bit of courage that he didn't know was there before. Keep it simple, he thought to himself.

"Suck." He said it with all the confidence he could muster and tried to maintain that 'morning voice' Amber seemed to like so much.

Before he had time to wonder if he'd done it right, Amber squealed and immediately took him into her mouth, sealing her lips around him. She moved in a steady rhythm, with a singular focus, as if his command was the only thing in her whole world; her only law, her only worry.

Briefly, Mark wondered if he had spoken with too much authority, and that she was taking it a bit too seriously, then her tongue prodded him playfully, clearly grateful that he had played the game right.

Amber continued bobbing her head, never slowing. But she'd already worked Mark up so much that it wasn't long before he exploded in orgasm.

Amber barely slowed as Mark finished her mouth. She continued gently sucking him off, causing him to fidget uncontrollably with agonizing pleasure. She looked at him, a playful smile in her eyes. Reminding him of his one and only order that she was facetiously following to the letter

"Amber, I-"

Pop! "Thank you so much, Mark! That was so much fun!" She hopped up next to him and kissed his cheek. Her smile only reflected genuine joy and betrayed absolutely no irony.

Mark didn't have a chance to catch his breath before she said again, "Are you off to work now?"

Mark realized he probably would have to go in to work today. "Umm. Yeah, Amber. Sorry I-"

Amber didn't let him finish. "Okay, you go get ready and I'll make your bed and clean up in here"

Mark sat at his desk in a daze. Despite getting a bit of a late start, Mark was the first one in the office. His company was actually pretty lenient about what hours people worked in the office; as long as the work was getting done and team members were getting along, the CEO and didn't seem to care if you showed up on time or at all. Mark wouldn't have come in this morning, and probably would have just worked from home today if he didn't have a meeting with his team leader and the project manager. He felt prepared for the meeting, which was good because he was finding it hard to think about anything except Amber and the events of the last 24 hours.

A woman that could have out-earned his entire medium-sized company with one of those private sites had almost literally thrown herself at him, rocked his whole world several times and then made his bed, washed his dishes, and put away his dirty clothes while he was in the shower that morning. She'd even packed him some of the previous night's leftovers for lunch. The kiss she'd given him on the way out the door nearly made him drop his laptop. And he was only just now realizing that, even though he had only met this woman yesterday, he'd left her alone in his apartment. Was she going to go back to her place to change? She didn't have a car with her, was she going to get a ride-share or something? He looked at his phone, wondering if he should text her to talk about these things, and saw that she'd sent him two picture messages while he was driving to work. They were both of her in the shower from different angles, her body lathered up with soap. He was still staring at his phone as he received a third one. She had put on one of his flannel shirts he usually wore during the fall, left it unbuttoned, and taken a mirror selfie with it.

"O GAWD it smells like you" was the message that came with it.

"Good morning, Mark!" came a cheerful, feminine voice. Mark fumbled the phone in his hands, only barely catching it. He'd let himself drift off, daydreaming about Amber in that flannel, and he'd been so distracted he hadn't heard Sarah, the office's HR manager walk up beside him.

"Gerorning. *cough* Umm.... Good morning, Sarah!" Mark put as much cheer and energy into his voice to try and mask what he'd just been thinking about and how he really felt about being interrupted.

"What brings you in so early?" Sarah seemed placated by Mark's feigned smile.

Well, okay, it wasn't all fake. Mark was happy to see her. It was hard not to be. Sarah was every guy's office crush. Her ample breasts filled out her pantsuits quite well, and no one could help staring at her back side when they spotted her reaching up to get something out of one of the cupboards in the kitchen. Sarah was the object of many of Mark's fantasies. Although it was hard to imagine thinking about anyone but Amber anymore.

"Por que no los dos?" Mark chuckled inwardly, as the inevitable image came to him of a redhead on her knees in front of him next to a blonde. Then remembered Sarah had asked him a question.

"Uhh... Meeting with David and Jesse. We're going over the strategy for the new projects," Mark responded, much more smoothly than he had expected of himself.

"Oh, right! Wow, okay cool. I won't keep you." She flashed him her trademark girl-next-door smile and turned to walk down the hall to her office. Mark couldn't help but notice that her skirt looked a little tighter than normal around her ass.

Mark suddenly felt...off. The day he'd spent with Amber made no sense and he didn't feel like he'd taken the time to appropriately appreciate just how weird his situation was. He splashed some cold water on his face at the bathroom sink and stared at himself in the mirror. What did he think he would see there? It looked like the same face it had been last week. He still looked like a man in his early thirties, with looks he thought might be described as 'medium ugly'. He wasn't self-pitying, or resentful, but he was largely apathetic about life and so didn't begrudge anyone who didn't think he had much to offer. Amber seemed to think that he did, however, have a LOT to offer, and who was Mark to gainsay a young woman who seemed to know what she wanted?

Mark's phone buzzed. Two more photos from Amber, still in his flannel, and now also wearing a knit cap he reserved for the cold winter days. In the first one, she was holding the phone with both hands, flashing her neon smile into the camera for a selfie, while squeezing her breasts with her biceps, his flannel still unbuttoned and open just enough to reveal a hint of her pink areolas.

"This hat is so cute!" was the accompanying text. The second picture showed her from an overhead view, sitting on his bed, still wearing his hat and flannel and nothing else. And masturbating. Amber was biting her lip and staring into the camera.

"Wish this was you, babe <3"

Yeah. Whatever this relationship was, Amber seemed to have no hesitation about it whatsoever.

Mark knew he was probably trying to convince himself to keep Amber around because the blowjobs were phenomenal, and that that was probably not the wisest way to make decisions; still, he couldn't think of what the alternative was. Was he supposed to tell Amber that she was too beautiful, too enthusiastic, too good at sucking his cock, and that she should take a hike? If Mark was suspicious about what her true intentions were, he decided that, ultimately, that was his problem, and not hers.

Mark was going to see where this relationship went, and NOT question his blessing from the universe, or fate, or luck, or whatever.

Mark really seemed to impress his bosses at the meeting. He knew he had an evaluation coming up in a few months and he felt like he was headed for a healthy raise. He was already pretty skilled when the company brought him on and he'd learned a lot since starting with them. Since David and Jesse seemed happy with the way the meeting had gone, and since there still weren't very many people in the office. He decided he'd head home and see if Amber wanted to grab lunch. He checked his phone to see that Amber had sent another picture. This time she was holding a zucchini up to her lips and gently kissing the end of it in a way that was certainly meant to echo their activities from that morning. And under his flannel...

Where had she gottem that pink shirt? Had she gone home and come back to his apartment? Mark didn't think she'd had time for that, especially with all the pictures she'd taken that morning. And where had that zucchini come from? Mark couldn't remember what all specifically was in his fridge, but it wasn't much and there definitely wasn't a zucchini.

He typed out a quick message. "Hey Amber! Those pics are so hot! Sorry, I didn't respond. I've been a bit busy here but I'm on my way home now. Wanna grab lunch?" Just as he hit send, another picture appeared on scream. This was similar to the last one with the zucchini, but now her mouth was open, her lips were gently pressed against the side of it, and her tongue was outstretched wrapping part way around it.

Mark felt a twitch in his pants. His cock was clearly jealous of the vegetable. It only took a moment for her reply: "YES! I'm starving! XX<3"

Mark couldn't help but smile. Crazed nymphomanic or not, it was nice to have someone to share lunch with for a change. He packed up his things and headed into the hallway, headed for the door

"Headed home for the day, Mark?" Sarah was talking to a delivery-man in the lobby as Mark passed by on his way out the parking lot.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go have lunch with my girlfriend." A voice in Mark's head quietly remarked that he'd just referred to Amber as his girlfriend. Was that appropriate? Mark wasn't entirely sure.

Sarah paused for beat, clearly thrown by what Mark had said. "Oh. O-okay, have fun! If you need anything from HR, feel free to call." Sarah turned back to her conversation with the delivery-man.

If he needs anything from HR? What would he need? What was that reaction? Surely not jealousy. Sarah? Mark made a mental note that Amber might be boosting his confidence a little too much. He didn't want to get an over-inflated ego. There probably wasn't anything there. He was just seeing what he wanted to see.

Mark stepped into his apartment, swinging the door open. "Amber? I'm ho-OH!"

Mark was momentarily shocked to see Amber kneeling, facing him, only inches away from where the door swings inward. Mark's mind immediately remembered the day before when she'd first entered his apartment and knelt in that exact spot. As he composed himself, he realized that her kneeling there wasn't really all that surprising. What WAS a surprise was the white, see-through lingerie she was wearing. She definitely had not dug that out of his closet. He quickly looked up and scanned his apartment and saw the biggest surprise yet: Amber had cleaned. His apartment hadn't been this clean since he moved in. He noticed his dishwasher was running, his countertops had been wiped, the carpet vacuumed, the books on his shelf organized. How had she found the time?

"Are you pleased?" Amber's voice was a soft cushion.

Mark nodded. He wasn't sure if she meant the work she'd done on his apartment or the lacey outfit not-quite-concealing her phenomenal tits (which she had put on full display by arching her back when he looked down at her), but the answer was the same. He bent toward her and reached out with his hand. He brushed the hair away from her eyes and kissed her forehead. He wanted to show her some appreciation.

Amber, for her part, growled lustfully and touched one delicate finger to his belt buckle.

"Can I?" Amber's voice was calm, but her eyes betrayed how badly she longed for him.

Mark reached down to unfasten his belt, but Amber grabbed it with both hands, stopping him.

"Let me. Please. You lean back and relax. Amber will take care of everything". Mark didn't need to be told twice.

Rather than undoing his belt, Amber stood up and kissed him. She pressed her chest firmly into his, and one of her hands alighted gently on his pecs, while her other hand traced the outline of his quickly, hardening erection.

Amber broke the kiss and spun in place, turning her back to him. Before Mark could register what was happening. Amber's flawless ass was gently caressing his crotch over his slacks. As she slowly gyrated her hips, Mark silently remarked how great her rear end looked in her underwear. As Amber danced to the rhythm of a song he couldn't hear, never allowing her butt to break contact with him, she leaned her shoulders back into him, replacing his view of her ass with her cleavage. Mark had no complaints.

Amber took hold of Mark's hands and pressed them into her breasts, moaning softly. Her moaning grew louder as Mark took some agency and began to play with her tits in his hands, trying to move them to the same rhythm she was twerking against him.

Mark's cock was quickly losing patience, finding it unacceptable to be imprisoned behind his pants like this.

As if she'd heard it complain, Amber turned back around and took Mark's face in her hands, softly kissing him on the lips one last time and immediately kneeling to give his hard-on a similarly soft, but still passionate kiss in an attempt to placate it. Her fingers slowly and deliberately unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled his boxers down, finally releasing Mark's restless cock into the open air.

Amber wasted no time. She took Mark's head into her mouth immediately and began to slowly stroking him with her lips. Amber's movements were a little slower than normal. It was almost like she was trying to show his cock how genuinely sorry she was for making it wait so long. Amber took her time, but Mark was running out.

Mark felt his cock forgiving Amber as he released his load into her hungry mouth. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out to show him she'd swallowed it all. Then got up and bounced away toward the bedroom.

"Come here!" She called to him. "I want to show you something in the bedroom." Mark took a moment to catch his breath, then pulled up his pants and walked over to his bedroom door, thinking that she'd cleaned up and organized his closet.

When he looked into his room from the doorway, he saw that he was right. She had cleaned up his closet and vacuumed the carpet just like the rest of the apartment. Except, he realized, her lingerie bottoms had been discarded and thrown carelessly onto the floor near his feet.

Amber, herself, was lying on her back with her legs spread wide. "Come fuck me."

Mark obliged.

An hour later, Mark and Amber were sitting at a quiet little deli, having lunch together. She explained to him that she had gotten a shopping service to pick up a few things, mainly just a couple outfits for herself and some groceries. She had also gotten him some clothes she thought he would like. Mark didn't know what to say.

"Gee, Amber. You didn't have to do all that."

"I just love serving you, mas- uhh...Mark." Amber took a bite of the salad she'd ordered for herself.

'Serving' him? That seemed like a strange word to use.

"How was work?" Amber spoke before he could think too hard about what she'd just said.