Panty Droppers

Black Coffee

"Hi, my name is Clarissa. What would you like this morning, ma'am?"

I look up at the young and pretty barista with an easy smile on my face. "Hi, there. I'd like a coffee, black, please. My morning's a bit tedious, I need to liven it up a bit before I go back to work." Sitting at a table by the window, I continue typing out my report. I have exactly thirty minutes to do this, drink my coffee, before I can drive back to the firm and then have to be in court at noon.

I'll beat myself up if I don't bring my A-game to court today, especially since my opponent has been replaced with another attorney mid-case, some big shot, eccentric douchebag named Nick Meddler who, admittedly hasn't lost a case in his whole career. So, concentration is my main priority at the moment.

The door of the shop opens, I look up without thinking but then can't help doing a double take once my eyes meet the handsome man's eyes. He's looking infinitely dapper in a black, tailored three-piece suit. His mesmerizing eyes stay on mine as he settles himself over at the table facing mine. Clarissa approaches him and asks him the same question, he answers, without looking at her, "Coffee. Black." My thighs tighten closer together at the deep and swift sound of his voice.

Clarissa leaves his side, but his eyes haven't wavered from me, well, my breasts, to be specific. I'm wearing a red dress-shirt with the top three buttons left unbuttoned, and a gray pencil skirt with heels to match. I dress stylishly like this every day for work and take great care of my appearance, but I've never been more aware of the way I look than I am right now.

This beautiful man in front of me makes me feel so self-aware, with the way his scrutinizing eyes are working every detail of my body while I try keeping the focus on what I'm typing, but I have to delete some words because of the multiple errors I keep on making.

I think he knows the effect he's currently having on me because I catch his sensual lips twitching a little.

Clarissa serves me my coffee first; I nod thankfully at her with a smile, and she then walks over to the well-built, well-dressed man in front of me and hands him his coffee. He takes it from her, again without his eyes leaving my body.

I sip on my drink, and close my eyes at the taste, and I ignore my quickening pulse as I place my cup down on the table next to the laptop. I lick my upper lips, tasting the delicious coffee. I see him tighten his grip and squirming when my tongue passes over my lips, but I blatantly continue to pay him no mind as I give all my attention to the report. Well, try to, anyway.

Deciding that I need to go freshen up in the ladies' room in order to screw back my head and turn on my brain again, I quickly finish my coffee and leave the table, taking my purse with me and leaving my laptop behind.

Arriving in the restroom, I look underneath the stalls and sigh in relief when they all seem unoccupied, because no one should witness my pathetic need to calm down just cause a man who happens to look like a God looked my way.

I'm about to lock the door to be alone but a fancy, black shoe blocks it. I gasp and tilt up my head to see the beautiful man that made me feel so unsettled earlier. Without warning, he pushes the door and enters, locking it behind him. "Did you come in here to change your panties? Do you carry spare in that purse?"

I start shaking my head in shocking confusion. "Why would I need to..."

"Because the ones you're wearing are wet," he responds, anticipating my question.

I gasp in disbelief. "Sir, I don't think..."

"Take them off, and let me see, before you call me a liar," that deep sound of his voice commands.

I laugh nervously. "I'm not about to take off my panties for you!"

"Then I'll do it."

Before I can protest, he is already on his knees in front of me and is lifting up the hem of my skirt. His fingers reach up to find my lace garter belt. He slowly starts to trace his thumb down the suspender over my thigh as I stand there over him, shocked, and feeling furiously turned on.

He bites his gorgeous bottom lip as he looks up at me, and murmurs, "You're even sexier than I thought you would be under your clothes, Miss Carter."

My eyes flare up in surprise. "H-how do you know my name?"

In a swift moment, he's in my face, his index finger is placed over my lips as he whispers, "Shh. Please, listen to me, Miss Carter. I'm going to do things to you, but whatever I say or do, I don't want you to object. Do you understand?"

"W-what...? I don't..."

He wraps his hand behind my neck and brings up my face even closer to his, while his other hand plasters itself onto my butt, squeezing, making my body touch his, my breasts forced onto his chest. "Will you object, Miss Carter?"

I swallow, not fully grasping the situation, but still nonetheless in charge of my speech. "No, I-w...I won't," I whisper, suddenly out of breath.

He kisses me. Trapping my lips in a raging kiss, a fiery one that makes my skin shake. He pulls away and smirks down at me. "Hm. You taste like coffee."

"So, do you," I say, my breath stolen.

"Spread your legs, Miss Carter. I'm going to fuck you and then you'll definitely need to change your panties."

I spread my legs and in a second I'm pinned against a cold stall and he's on me, grabbing at my breast while his other hand is tangled in my hair. "Oh, God."

"Unzip my pants, Miss Carter," he commands, and I try to do as he says as he continues to kiss my neck and feel up my breasts. "Condom, back pocket."

I reach behind him and find the condom. As I rip it open with my teeth, he takes his hard dick out of his pants. It flies out and hits my tummy, and he holds it in between his hand for me. I roll the condom over his long and thick cock.

Wasting no time, he lifts up both my thighs and wraps them around his waist. "Again, promise me, Miss Carter. I want to hear it," he says, breathing heavily, as my heels-wearing feet are now sitting on top of his ass.

"I won't object, I swear."

"Good. Now, get ready for me," he says and plants another soaring kiss on my swollen lips before I feel him enter me.

"Ah!"

"Oh, Miss Carter, you feel so good already and I'm not even fully in yet," he grunts in my ears as he thrusts in and out of me. "Yes, yes! Fuck, Miss Carter."

"Oh, I like it like this. Yes, like this!" I moan, my arms wrapped around his neck, and I reach for his mouth again with mine. We kiss and kiss as he gives it to me over and over again. Making my body tremble with the sensation that I feel coming at full force inside my body.

"You're going to come, Miss Carter. You're going to come hard, I can feel it."

"Yes! Yes, I am!" I agree with him in a scream.

"And so am I!" He groans, and grabs on harder on my hair, pulling my head back, accessing my neck to suck on it.

He pulls my body up more to help accommodate his next three thrusts; they are rapid and rough and they are my undoing. His too. We both come at the same time. I feel the warmth of his fluid even from inside the condom.

But he doesn't even let us catch our breaths before he withdraws from me, still holding onto me, he takes off the condom and throws it in the trash. He unwraps my legs around him and flips my whole body around, his front facing my back now. "Sir, I..." I try to protest, trying to turn my head back to look at his face.

"No objection, remember?" He reminds, his breath warm in my ear, his voice grazing my skin, sending goosebumps all over me.

"Oh, okay," I say, curious but not looking back when I hear him open another condom and roll it on. He spreads my legs apart and without warning, he forces his dick into me again, the harsh plunge taking my body by surprise and sending me into a frenzy.

"Oh god, fuck!" I scream, not expecting to feel like this, not expecting to be on the verge again so soon after.

"Take me, Miss Carter. Yes! Let me fuck you hard one more time!"

"God! Who are you!" My question comes out in an uncontrolled shout when I feel the head of his cock hit a certain spot inside my tight pussy.

"The man who's about to make you come again!" He shouts back and we both come apart for the second time. "Miss Carter!"

I am about to yell his name too until I realize that I still don't know it, and so my loud moans come out sounding incoherent.

Leaving me standing there, with my legs weak, my body shaking, and my face and palms still plastered against the stall, I feel him step back, to fix up his attire. He touches me again, this time taking my body off of the stall. He slides his hand between my still-spread legs and pushes his finger inside my wet pussy. "Miss Carter, you're dripping with come. Hm, I can't wait to do this again sometime." He takes his hand out of me and lifts it to his sinful lips. He swipes his tongue over his glistening fingers and whispers to me while looking into my eyes, "Mmm. Delicious. Your pussy is to die for, Miss Carter."

Still trying to catch my breath and feeling uncomfortably wet, I roll my skirt back down and fix my garter belt. I run my hand through my hair and ask him,"What's your name?"

Backing away, he smiles knowingly, unlocking and opening the bathroom door. "Nick Meddler. It was nice meeting you. I'll see you in court later, Miss Carter. And remember what you swore: no objection."

Unable to move, I look at the mirror in front of me, unable to tell whether the shocking red on my cheeks is from my two recent orgasms or his reveal.

I think it's both.