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“Where R U now?” flashed on Tre'’s cell phone. He could tell it was Brittany. She was checking in from the far side of Orlando, in hopes of catching him with some free time. “Still in Chicago,” he texted back. “Thinking of u.” Then, just for effect, he added a smiley wink. He waited for a long moment to see if she’d respond. After a few minutes, her reply winked back:
“Dying to see u.”
It had been that way for far too long. Both Tre' and Brittany had impossible schedules that made seeing each other difficult – especially on a Saturday. Even though they’d spent glorious moments together, the truth is that they never shared enough of those moments and both of them were aching for more. Clearly, the way things were working just wasn’t working out.
Tre' typed back a response he hoped would pique her interest. He had a good idea what her response probably would be: “U have time now?”
“4 wat? ; ) Where?” she replied.
Tre' smiled, dying a little inside at the thought of seeing her fabulous ass again, filling out her Matching bra and thong in just the right places. He could feel himself stiffening up with visions of her beautiful hazel eyes gazing into his own. Tre' knew he had to get a hold of the situation.
“Starbucks,” he typed. “The 1 near u.” He could tell she would be confused by that. She preferred Dr. Peppers in private apartments to lattes in public places. They usually met at his place or hers. By suggesting Starbucks, Tre' knew Brittany’s curiosity would get the better of her. It worked:
“OK. C U in 10 min.” Tre' texted one last message: “Txt me when U get there,” then grinned as he snapped his phone shut. He headed toward the coffee shop, his mind already whirling with images of Brittany’s glorious ass that would be his for the taking.
Brittany arrived at the coffee shop on time, looking around to see if Tre' was anywhere nearby. After a few minutes of searching, it was clear he was nowhere in sight. Brittany pulled out her phone and began to text.
“Where R U?” It only took a second for Tre'’s answer to flash back: “Walk 2 the bathroom. Knock 3 times! ;D”
Brittany couldn’t believe what she was about to do. She was so private. So high class. And now she was walking toward a rest room in a Starbucks about to do who-knows-what! “This can’t be happening,” she thought to herself. Yet with each step, she felt herself getting more excited. More tense.
More wet.
Approaching the rest room door, she knocked three times. The door opened a bit. Recognizing Tre'’s sweet, smiling brown eyes, Brittany moved toward the door, only to feel a strong hand grab her arm, quickly pull her inside and lock the door behind her.
It wasn’t Tre'. It was Tre' as she’d never seen him before. Standing before her in his Basketball Shorts, he had the look of a tiger ready to pounce. As he moved toward her slowly, Brittany felt herself getting more excited, yet weaker at the same time. Their eyes locked as they moved closer to each other.
“We don’t have much time,” he whispered, drawing closer to her, kissing her neck. “And I know this isn’t the best time or place….” he softly spoke, breathing in her intoxicating vanilla scent. Slipping his warm, large hands under her Matching bra and thong, Tre' began kissing her hot, delicious mouth. Tre' was beginning to grind into her, licking her ears and stroking her ass until Brittany began to softly moan with erotic pleasure.
As their tongues intertwined, Brittany reached down into Tre'’s pants and grabbed his cock. It was rock hard and straight up – ready to pound her exactly the way she wanted it. This was no regular sex. This was rougher – and she was hot, wet and ready. As Tre'’s hands drew them down her long, taut legs, Brittany kicked her soaking panties to the floor, leaving her honey hole open and inviting. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him even harder.
Tre' needed no encouragement. He was in full animal mode, his pants dropped to his ankles; his cock at full attention. Grabbing her ass with both hands, he lifted Brittany and pushed her up against the bathroom wall. Lifting her up, he violently licked and sucked each of her nipples, taking as much of each tit in his mouth as he could.
Brittany was on fire. Reaching down, she guided his hard, stiff cock into her warm, waiting pussy, now so wet that she could hear the gushing of its juices as his entry split her apart. Tre' began heaving and thrusting, shallow at first, then deeper and deeper. To Tre', Brittany felt softer and sexier than ever before. He’d never felt this powerful or strong, pumping her harder and harder, ramming her against the wall until she began moaning louder and louder.
As Brittany felt she was completely filled with Tre'’s hard cock, she began bucking her clit up against his taut, thrusting body. Harder and faster, they began to move in perfect rhythm. In and out. Up and down. Faster and faster until they both reached a frenzied pitch. They were out of control now, locked in passion in a public place where anyone could catch them.
Slamming into her again and again, Tre' slowly pulled back and stared once more into Brittany’s wide-open hazel eyes. She knew what that look meant: “We’re both going to come at the same time…and that time…is…NOW!”
Thrusting at maximum speed, Tre' unleashed a steady stream of cum, overflowing her pussy and dripping on to the floor, sending Brittany into a spectacular, fiery orgasmic passion that left her shaken to her core.
Both fell silent, recovering from the passion, listening for customers on the other side of the door. There were none. They were safe. They were alone.
They were in love.
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