Chapter 1 — Accidental Sex

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. All characters are adults aged 18 or over.

---

After my business meeting ended yesterday, I was heading home when I noticed a small coffee shop—more accurately, an old-fashioned tea house—that caught my eye. I stepped in to warm my body.

The interior looked freshly renovated, clean and simple. A woman in her forties sat alone, minding the place. I seemed to be her only customer, which made me slightly self-conscious, but leaving right away felt awkward, so I took a seat in the corner.

She approached me, asking if anyone else was coming. When I said I'd come alone just for tea, she asked what I'd like to drink—and whether she could join me for a cup too.

Feeling uneasy sitting by myself, I agreed. She brought two cups of tea and then naturally sat beside me.

I didn't frequent tea houses often, especially not these days when they were hard to find. I felt awkward. We didn't have much to talk about.

We exchanged polite questions—how long she'd been in business, how things were going.

Then, by chance, I looked at her properly in the face.

She wasn't young, but her expression was soft, comforting. She didn't seem like someone who'd always run a tea shop. As we talked, I gathered courage and asked, "You must've had a lover before, right?"

She smiled faintly. "Do you think I never did? I dated someone for about eight years."

She added—though I hadn't confirmed it—that she still had a partner now, but she didn't seem attached to the idea. I accepted it and kept talking.

Naturally, our conversation turned playful—jokes about what kind of relationship they'd had, what kinds of experiences they might've shared. But she answered seriously, even revealing bits of her unusual past.

She unraveled her story like loose thread—her ex-lover's sexual prowess, the wide world of pleasure they'd explored together. She spoke of times she'd enjoyed thoroughly, with no regrets. Now, she said, she didn't have sex anymore—but they still kept in touch.

As we talked, I became aware of subtle changes in my body, stirred by her words. I realized my gaze toward her had shifted.

I began studying her more closely. I wanted—craved—to express my feelings, to touch her.

I checked the time. It was already past nine. Nearly an hour had passed since I walked in, and no other customers had entered.

I casually asked, "Not many people come around this time, huh?"

She replied that maybe it was the cold weather, or the poor location—business had only started recently, and customers were fewer than expected. At this hour, almost no one came.

That gave me more courage. As we continued talking, I boldly let my eyes roam over her body.

Looking closer, I noticed her unusually large breasts. Beneath her knee-length skirt, she wore no stockings—her bare skin exposed.

I've always loved big breasts. I prefer fondling and sucking them far more than penetration.

Gathering courage, I stared openly at her chest and slowly placed my hand on my own knee.

She met my eyes and gave a small smile—one that silently permitted me.

I grew bolder. My hand slid onto her thigh. Then, moments later, rested atop the soft mound between her legs.

Again, she smiled faintly. "Mischievous," she murmured, and said nothing more.

Now, I decided to be brave.

I slipped my hand under her skirt, touching her bare skin. With my right hand exploring beneath the fabric, my left arm—restless, searching—draped over her shoulder and pulled her gently toward me.

She leaned in naturally.

Holding her against my chest, I found her incredibly endearing.

My right hand moved up under her skirt, past her smooth thighs, until it rested over the warm, soft curve of her mound through her panties.

With my middle finger, I lightly traced the center of her mound—even through the fabric, the warmth felt exquisite. I stroked slowly, searching for where her clitoris might be, rubbing gently.

She allowed it all.

Bolder now, I tightened my left arm around her and used my right hand to pull aside the side of her panties.

Finally, my hand closed fully around her bare mound.

Then I slid deeper, seeking the entrance of her pussy—already damp.

Her breathing hitched. She straightened her posture slightly.

"Stop," she whispered.

But my body was already visibly aroused. There was no way I could stop now.

I pulled her close again.

And simply held her.

She didn't answer. Just stayed in my arms.

After a brief pause, I gently squeezed her breast.

She flinched, looking up at me.

Her smile was gone. Her eyes held something else—regret? Longing? Hunger?

Encouraged, I began kneading her breast firmly, brushing the hardened peak of her nipple through her clothes.

She didn't move. Closed her eyes. Seemed to savor the sensation.

I slipped my hand under her top and touched her large, soft breast directly.

When she didn't stop me, I pulled it free from her bra and lowered my head, sucking her nipple into my mouth.

I've always preferred foreplay over penetration. The women I've been with usually fall for me because of my attentive, skillful touch.

Now, I pushed her bra up, exposing both breasts, and lavished them with care—licking, sucking, coating them in saliva.

Her large, firm breasts—surprisingly youthful for her age—left me breathless.

I grew bolder, sucking her earlobe, whispering into her ear:

"I want to see you… want to see it all."

Suddenly, she stood up.

Fixed her clothes.

Said it was enough.

I stood too.

In a moment where anyone could walk in, I pulled her into my arms.

Her hidden mound pressed against my cock. We began grinding against each other, lower bodies swaying.

She felt my erection. Her breath quickened.

I gently took her hand and guided it down, placing it over my bulge.

Slightly awkward, she hesitantly gripped my cock through my pants.

Then looked up, surprised. "It's so big…"

I've never measured, but I'm fully natural—and every woman I've met, whether a date or a hostess from a bar, has always said the same: mine is big, well-shaped.

I've always been confident about my cock.

I told her, if she was curious, she could touch it—and I unzipped my fly myself.

She looked hesitant, worried about customers walking in.

I helped her decide.

"There aren't many customers anyway," I said. "Let's turn off the sign, just for a little while."

She hesitated briefly—then finally nodded.

She turned off the shop sign, went upstairs, pulled down the shutter, and returned.

The front door locked securely behind her.

I pulled her into my arms again.

It was consent, in every sense.

I undressed her like she was mine, removed her top, and freed her breasts from her bra once more.

Sucking her nipples, I lifted her skirt.

Her pink panties came into view.

Standing, we began rubbing our genitals against each other again.

Then, naturally, we kissed deeply. During the kiss, my hands roamed busily—squeezing her ass, caressing her breasts.

I slipped a hand under her panties, massaging her buttocks, then moving forward to touch the soft curls of her pubic hair.

I asked her:

"Free me too…"

She knelt before me, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my hot, hard cock.

Without hesitation, she took it into her mouth.

One reason I love experienced women is that once the mood is set, they don't hold back—they use every technique they know to excite their man.

She was exactly like that.

The demure woman earlier now played expertly with my cock.

She flicked her tongue into the slit at the tip, sucked only the head into her mouth and rolled it around, or took the entire length deep into her throat, driving me wild.

I tried to hold back, but the first round is always tough for men.

I gently stopped her, pulled her up, turned her around, and removed her bra from behind.

Then I reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down from the back.

Slipping under her skirt, I began licking her plump, inviting ass.

I coated both cheeks with saliva, licking hungrily as her moans grew louder.

Her body bent forward, leaning against the tea house sofa.

From under her skirt, I urged her to spread her legs wider.

As she opened, I attacked her anus and pussy from behind.

The sensation was incredible.

Even better than thrusting.

Her pussy glistened, slick with thick arousal, drawing my tongue in.

I maintained the position—attacking her pussy and anus at once—for a while.

Suddenly, she stood, turned around, and quickly began untying my tie, unbuttoning my shirt.

I helped her up.

I shrugged off my shirt and underwear, revealing my torso.

Now it was her turn to attack.

She used every trick with her tongue on my small male nipples.

She licked my chest, stomach, sides, navel.

I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants.

The underwear was her job.

Just as I expected, she grabbed both sides of my boxers and slowly pulled them down.

My erect cock caught on the fabric, dragged downward.

As she pulled further, my cock sprang up, bouncing free with force.

She tossed my underwear aside and eagerly took my cock back into her mouth.

Now I was naked except for socks. She stood in just her skirt.

After sucking me briefly, she stood and looked around.

Searching for a place to lie down.

Quickly, I pushed several sofas together, creating a space in the center.

I took her hand and led her.

She lay down comfortably.

Sex I hadn't imagined.

I paused briefly to calm my excitement, then crouched before her legs.

Lifting her knees, her wet pussy peeked out beneath her skirt.

I dove in, sucking immediately.

Now attacking from the front the pussy I'd sucked from behind earlier.

Slow, gentle strokes. Sometimes pressing my tongue tip into her slit, focusing on her clit.

I took her entire mound into my mouth. The plump flesh promised greater pleasure during penetration.

Her pussy leaked heavily.

I drank every drop.

The setting wasn't ideal, but I boldly suggested sixty-nine.

She readily climbed on top of me, taking my cock into her mouth.

I lay back, sucking her pussy.

I tilted my head up, licking her anus and ass too.

The feeling of her large breasts pressed against my thighs was incredible.

I couldn't hold back any longer.

I laid her down and slowly mounted her.

I positioned my cock at her pussy entrance, teasing her.

Rubbing, pretending to enter.

I coated my cock—already slick with her saliva—with more of her wetness.

She whimpered beneath me, desperate.

She wanted my cock to slide in, to scrape against her inner walls.

Finally, I thrust my hips forward and pushed inside.

Her pussy was so warm.

My cock slowly glided into her sticky, clinging heat.

Slowly. Deeply. Fast. Shallow. Almost touching, then pulling back. Slamming hard.

Stimulating every sense.

I twisted my hips as I thrust into her pussy.

Soon, her muscles tensed, gripping my cock completely.

I slowly leaned down, licking from her forehead to her lips.

Past her nose, gently tracing her lips with my tongue, then slipping inside.

She sucked my tongue urgently, as if she'd been waiting.

A long kiss followed.

During it, my cock rested inside her.

Breaking the kiss, my lips now moved to her full breasts, sucking them deeply.

I gathered saliva in my mouth and let it drip onto her nipples.

It ran down the soft slope of her breasts.

Incredibly arousing.

I asked for her saliva.

Kissing, I collected hers and brought it into my mouth.

Her warm spit tasted sweet.

Now that I thought about it—her pussy had no unpleasant smell.

It was so clean.

After working all day in the tea house, surely she'd used the restroom. I'd braced myself for some odor.

But my preparation was meaningless now.

She felt even more lovable knowing how clean she was.

I started thrusting again.

She called me "honey" now.

I did the same.

"Oh honey, your cock tastes so good," she said—already honest, open.

She truly enjoyed the taste.

Today, our first meeting, our first accidental cock—and she willingly called me honey.

"Honey, your pussy hole is delicious too. Thank you… I'm lucky. To have such a pretty pussy all to myself…"

I never thought I'd be fucking today…

"Because of you, my cock is having a feast tonight. Honey…"

"Open your pussy—I'll fuck you again."

"Mm, yes—deep, hard. Fuck me fast and strong."

"Got it! But scream as loud as you want. Moan for me."

"I love a woman's moans."

"What if someone hears?"

"It's fine. No one can hear."

Together, we pleasured each other with cock and pussy.

Missionary wasn't stimulating enough anymore.

I tugged her arms. She quickly understood, climbed on top of me.

The skirt blocked my view of my cock entering her.

"Take it all off," I said.

She unzipped her skirt, pulled it up, and threw it far away.

My cock plunged into her pussy, hidden among dark curls.

So arousing.

Her half-lidded eyes…

Rather than technique, the feeling of her sitting comfortably on my cock, rotating her hips, felt better.

My cock, drenched in her juices, kept sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.

Watching it disappear between her wide-open thighs, I stimulated her clit and urethra with my fingers.

I reached back, stroking her anus.

She rotated her hips harder.

"I think I'll come often. I'll miss your pretty, tasty pussy—so I'll come often."

"Yes! Come anytime."

She grew bolder.

Hoping her words weren't empty promises, I turned her over, laid her flat.

Finally, I attempted my favorite position—doggy style.

Her ass looked especially large from behind.

I love doggy because I can penetrate deeply, watch my cock sink in, feel her ass cheeks—the perfect moons—beneath my hands.

Most of all, I can grab her swinging breasts from the front and pound into her from behind with full force.

Now, I claimed her pussy from behind.

Already stretched to fit my size, my cock slid in easily.

Her moans rose again.

As I pounded her pussy from behind, I gathered saliva and let it drip onto her anus.

The warm spit pooled, then trickled down into her pussy—arousing to watch.

She seemed to enjoy the warmth too.

I grabbed her breasts, now thrusting powerfully.

I fucked her so hard the sofa shook and creaked.

She screamed.

Shaking her hips, she nearly sobbed.

I felt my climax approaching.

Her pussy, heated by friction, was slick and pulsing.

We began moving fiercely.

Matching rhythm, speed, depth.

After a long, breathless series of thrusts, I suddenly stopped.

She froze too, holding her breath, every nerve focused on her pussy.

Then—my pent-up cum, held back for so long, erupted deep into her hole.

She twitched, feeling the spurts.

Heat spread through her pussy.

She began squirting too.

We collapsed, still joined, lying facedown.

I lay on her back, kneading her breasts, using the last of my strength to rub her clit.

I kissed her earlobe, breathing hot air as my softened cock slipped out.

I turned her over.

Climbed on top. Kissed her. Sucked her breasts.

Moved down, sucking her pussy—drenched in our mixed fluids.

I loved it so much.

Soon, she took my cum-covered cock into her mouth and sucked.

For someone I'd just met, she was so comfortable—like we'd known each other for years.

Her sex style, her service—it satisfied me completely.

Most of all, her clean yet burning-hot pussy felt utterly lovable.

Reluctantly, we held each other tightly.

Teasing each other lightly.

An hour had quietly passed.

I wanted to spend the whole night with her—but I held back.

Saving something for next time, I helped her dress.

She seemed so gentle now.

She felt like truly mine.

When I helped her put on her panties, she lifted her legs for me.

I touched her pussy one more time, crouched to suck it briefly.

Seizing the moment, I licked her anus too.

Before covering her full breasts again, I lavished them with saliva, sucking deeply once more.

While she fixed her clothes, I dressed myself.

Then, sharing one last deep embrace, we slipped out.

It felt like stealing away.

I gave her ass a light squeeze as we parted.

"Promise me," I said. "Next time I come, I'll eat you even better. Is that okay?"

She didn't speak. Just smiled softly and nodded.

I think I'm falling in love with this woman I just met today.

And I have a feeling—a premonition—that I'm about to embark on a long, intense journey of physical ecstasy with her.

Watching her retreating figure, hoping my scent wouldn't betray me, I hurried home.

Maybe tonight, I'll unconsciously run back to her, missing her pussy…