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“Fuck!” Sadie hissed, feeling the burn of the still-too-hot latte on her tongue. She had only gotten a very brief hint of her usual hazelnut and college kids were hilarious to watch for the 34-year-old Sadie. Half child, half adult, completely flying by the seat of their pants, college students were primed for observation, especially when it came to interacting with each other. Sadie had watched and enjoyed flirtations, first dates, fights, and break-ups, all from the comfort of her little corner seat, which she tried to claim at least 3 or 4 nights a week. It was always enjoyable, if not – at least lately – a little more than that.
One night the previous week she was almost certain that she’d watched a college kid finger his girlfriend under a blanket in the loveseat across the shop. They’d been very unashamed of their PDA for twenty or so minutes before the boy had grabbed a blanket from the community pile (which Sadie had never utilized, thinking it was a little germy even before this particular show of affection) and flung it over himself and his paramore. Sadie was sure he had moved his arms down in between her legs, and she seemed to be breathing heavier and heavier after only a few moments. Sadie couldn’t believe her eyes – which she tried to avert from the couple, but found herself inexplicably drawn back. She darted her gaze back to them repeatedly, finding her own temperature rising every time she looked their way. Occasionally she looked around to see if anyone else had noticed what she (thought she) had, but no one gave any indication of knowing something out of the ordinary was going on in their very midst. This went on for several minutes – Sadie looked away, then looked back, positive that this young man had his fingers playing with the young woman’s pussy under that blanket, just across the room. Every once in a while, one or both of them would look around to see if anyone was watching, but neither seemed to have their heart in that task and resumed looking back into one another’s eyes and practically panting at each other. Eventually, what Sadie perceived to be arm movement slowed, then stopped. The couple kissed, adjusted themselves, then stood up and walked out, the boy dropping the blanket back onto the pile, thinking no one the wiser.
Sadie found herself biting her bottom lip as she remembered this bout of voyeurism. She had to admit that she found the experience to be very, very hot. She wasn’t entirely sure if it was because she liked the watching itself, or because she found herself wondering what it might be like to have such an encounter in public.
And as if on cue, the door opened, the bell rang, and Liam entered the coffee shop.
Sadie took a deep breath, drinking in the tall, handsome man whose path crossed with hers every so often. They’d hardly spoken to one another, really only interacting with the occasional witty (in her opinion) repartee in passing, but Sadie was crushing hard on Liam (whose name she only knew because the barista would call it out when his drink was ready). “Fuck,” she whispered again.
Liam looked around, spotted Sadie, and flashed her a smile, which made her stomach flutter uncontrollably. Then he went and stood in the growing line to get his usual – a large iced coffee with the flavor of the day. Sadie, who by virtue of not really knowing him at all, placed much of her understanding of his character in this order. She imagined it to signify both steadiness (always a large iced) and experimentation (always the flavor of the day, regardless of what it was). Most baristas knew his order and would get it started when they saw him walk through the door – that told Sadie that he was well-liked and therefore likable. He came to the coffee shop once or twice a week to work on his laptop, which of course Sadie took to mean that he was likely competent and hardworking. Every little thing she noticed about Liam gave way to a new revelation that she projected onto him – and all of that was much more work than simply admiring his physical features, which started the whole project.
His dark hair was just long enough to bounce along his forehead when he turned; a little salt was sprinkled into his purposeful scruff (she guessed his in his mid-to-late 30s); his hazel eyes shined everywhere they pointed; he was taller than most but not so tall that his lips couldn’t be reached; average build; and that smile…that Kuzey ankara escort was the kicker for Sadie. The smile, and the eyes. And the rest of him.
Sadie knew that her light fantasy about this stranger was a byproduct of her singledom. She had broken it off with a long-term boyfriend over a year ago and though she had dated a little since, it had been several months of nothing. Work had piled up, girls’ trips had happened, family crap reared its head – she had plenty of excuses in her back pocket; but in truth she just hadn’t really put herself out there, despite physically feeling better than she ever had.
When she’d broken up with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, she decided to really work on herself. And she’d gone through with it: ate a little better, exercised a little more, indulged in her hobbies a little more often – and she felt great. She had started being a little more bold in her non-work wardrobe, showing of her newfound confidence – like when she’d gone to the Eras tour in a short, shiny gold skirt and a bedazzled, see-through top that showed off her stomach and tits (the girls were under a black bra, of course – she was still a lady. Just a sexy one). Not that she was hoping to attract men at a Taylor Swift concert; she just felt good and wanted to look the same.
Men had noticed her plenty, though not – as far as she could tell – Liam, who had started wandering into this particular coffee house four or five months ago. This was despite her trying slightly harder to look presentable during her visits to Crunchy Bean of late. Tonight was a fine example: there was no reason she shouldn’t be in sweatpants and a hoodie, with her straight, dark-brown hair pulled up messily; after all, she was just there to get some work done. But when she left her apartment that evening and checked the mirror, she saw that she had on a nice pair of dark jeans that hugged her ass perfectly, a fashionable shirt that tied above her stomach, showing off her midriff, and her hair, while pulled up messily, had been “messed” with for quite a while before she’d gotten it just right. That level of effort was the norm since Liam had started frequenting the Crunchy Bean – and yet, she’d gotten little more than that damn fine smile and the occasional small talk out of him.
She sighed and looked down at her long-neglected laptop. Just looking at the screen made her vision blurry. There was no hope of her finishing this work tonight. “Fuck,” she groaned, closing her eyes. When she opened them, she saw Liam, still waiting patiently in line to order. God he’s gorgeous, Sadie thought. But she felt little to no hope of ever being with him. She had built him up in her head too much for him to live up to, so she knew she’d never approach him to ask him out, and, friendly as he was – even flirtatious from time to time – he had never made a move either. No, she was never going to get to know him – nor would she ever know what it felt like to have his weight over her, his body pressing against hers while they made love. Or just fucked, Sadie thought, smiling to herself. That would be juuuuuust fine. But she knew it would never happen – not in real life. And then she had an epiphany.
She opened up Google Docs and contemplated a blank document. Her eyes darted up to Liam, who, in looking aimlessly around the room, briefly met her gaze and smiled. She smiled back, then focused her attention on her laptop and began to type:
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It had been a while since she’d fantasized this way about anyone, and she’d never A) done it in public, nor B) done it with the object of her desire in the very room with her. It was a hobby that allowed her to blow off steam when she was younger. She’d write out what she hoped would happen between her and a particular man, turning herself on with the imaginings. Then, when she was done, she would lay down on her bed, and start rubbing her clit, playing with her pussy, re-reading her words. She couldn’t always make herself orgasm, but even when she didn’t achieve that glorious release, it helped.
Sadie wondered why she’d stopped doing this. She had figured out her own body in more recent years, not to mention discovered the wonders of a good vibrator, and certainly could make herself cum now. She felt her breathing getting heavier as she looked forward to getting home after this furious writing session.
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“Hey Maltepe escort there.” Liam’s voice blasted its way into Sadie’s focused stupor like a bomb.
“Fuck!” Sadie yelped in surprise, knocking her latte off the armrest and spilling the still-full drink all over the floor.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” Liam said quickly as Sadie looked in horror at the mess she’d made. Everyone in the coffee shop was sure looking at them now, she realized, her face reddening.
“It’s fine!” she said, not sure what else to offer. She stood up and put her laptop down on the side table next to her – where her coffee should have been, she realized too late.
“I’ll go grab some napkins!” Liam offered, before repeating: “I’m so sorry.” He certainly looked mortified. “I didn’t realize you were so in the zone, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s fine, seriously,” Sadie said, completely embarrassed but not the last bit angry. “I knocked over the drink, I’ll get the napkins,” she said, and started making her way across the room before he could protest. She couldn’t bear to look back at Liam as she strode quickly to the station next to the exit door – which she seriously considered escaping through. She grabbed a handful of napkins and then stopped to get a hold of herself. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Everything is fine,” she whispered. “You got a little startled, but it happens. He’s incredibly nice and it’s fine and you’re fine and everything is fine.” After this quick and ineffective pep talk, Sadie spun around and began to walk back to Liam – and then stopped dead in her tracks.
Liam’s eyes were narrowed in a look of confusion and interest. He stood, holding his large iced coffee with the flavor of the day, seemingly transfixed and perplexed by what he was seeing. And then Sadie’s heart dropped completely out of her body when she realized he was staring at her open laptop screen.
“Fuck,” she whispered despairingly. She hurried back over and Liam’s eyes snapped away from her screen, his cheeks reddening as Sadie made it to him and slammed her laptop shut – then tried to play it off as if she hadn’t just scrambled to do so.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, though Sadie thought it sounded like he wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for.
“Oh, um,” Sadie started, then realized, with the heat in her cheeks completely destroying her ability for cognition, that she didn’t have an adequate response.
“Yeah, um…” Liam said back, and started looking everywhere in the room except for where Sadie stood, awkwardly holding the napkins above the large latte spill.
“I, uh,” Sadie retorted.
Liam bobbed his head in response.
For a moment that felt like an hour, Sadie and Liam said nothing, did nothing, looked at nothing. Sadie’s heart was threatening to bend her ribcage; she had never been so embarrassed in her entire life, and she had no idea what to do. She was vaguely aware of brown liquid at her feet that was in need of sopping up, but couldn’t bring herself to move – if she moved, everything would be confirmed as having happened. If she remained perfectly still, there was a chance that no one would say anything ever and they could just stand there frozen until the inevitable heat death of the universe. And she would much rather face that than the reality of the past 30 seconds.
“Excuse me,” came a tiny voice. They both spun to see a Crunchy Bean employee holding a towel standing next to them. “Let me get that for you.” And he quickly knelt down to wipe up the spilled drink and collect the empty cup.
The sudden interruption seemed to make both Sadie and Liam forget that they shouldn’t look at each other, and so their eyes met. Sadie opened her mouth to explain – to apologize? – but nothing came out. Liam’s expression seemed to be one that was meant to assure her that nothing was wrong, but he also said nothing.
“What was this?” the employee asked. “We can whip you up another one.”
Sadie, still unable to form actual words, looked at the employee, working her jaw. The employee raised an eyebrow and looked ready to ask again when he was interrupted by Liam. “A medium hot latte, hazelnut and cream,” he said.
“Got it,” and the employee left.
“I shouldn’t have looked,” Liam started, quietly. “I saw my name, or what I thought was my name, and -“
“Oh god, oh god, please don’t,” Mamak escort Sadie whispered in a panic. “It’s not, I just -“
“It’s totally fine!” Liam said.
“No, no, no,” Sadie responded, unable to think of anything else. “I’m going to go crawl into a hole,” she said, more to herself than to him. She covered her eyes with her hands, and then Liam did the unthinkable – he laughed.
“That would be a shame, you’re one of the place’s primary appeals,” he said.
The compliment went in one ear and out the other, as Sadie was processing the whole series of events slowly – and she had just comprehended the interaction with the employee. “You knew my drink,” she said in a hushed voice.
Liam grinned. “Well yeah, you order the same thing like, every time you’re here.”
“So do you,” she replied, too quickly.
“Yeah, I guess so,” he said.
Silence fell between them again, though it was a slightly more comfortable one – broken again by the intrusion of the employee, who handed Sadie her fresh latte.
“Thank you,” she mumbled. Then, after the employee left again, she turned back to Liam. “Listen, I’m so embarrassed, I was just goofing around, and -“
“Please, I’m the one who’s embarrassed!”
“No, you don’t need to be.”
Liam thought for a moment. “Maybe neither of us need to be. Maybe let’s just…pretend this whole thing didn’t happen. The guy brought you a new drink, so it’s like…it’s kind of like a reset button. I’m just going to take my coffee over there and sit and work and try very hard not to think about how much I want to read the rest,” he finished, the last part coming out quickly, as if against his will.
Sadie’s heart pounded at the suggestion. She looked at Liam, her eyes searching him for some sign of a trick.
“I’m sorry, maybe that was inappropriate, I’m…I’m gonna go sit down,” Liam said, reddening at the rejection and turning to leave.
Then Sadie threw caution to the wind. “What’s your email address?” she asked. He spun around, eyes wide.
“WilliamBoyd88,” he said. “Gmail. Look, if you don’t want to show me…”
“I do,” Sadie said, hoping she sounded more controlled than she felt. “Just, go read it over there, not here by me.”
Liam’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Okay!” he said enthusiastically, and practically bounded over to the love seat across the room – where Sadie had watched a woman get fingered just a week before. She wasn’t getting quite that wild, but she noted the appropriateness of Liam sitting in that spot as she endeavored to share a fantasy with him.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself, sitting back down and picking up her laptop. “What are you doing?” She opened the computer, checked what she had written for any egregious typos, took a deep breath, and shared it with WilliamBoyd88. She hazarded a glance up to Liam, who was sitting, laptop on his knees, waiting.
She looked down and saw the little icon with “WB” pop up in the top right corner of her document, letting her know that he was in. She looked back at him and saw him look briefly up at her, grin, and look back down at his screen. Sadie exhaled nervously, then put her attention back on her screen, where her last sentence remained incomplete:
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She smirked, and decided to lean into the wild oats she was sowing. She continued to type, knowing that Liam was in the document, watching its update live.
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Sadie’s eyes darted up and she saw the excitement on Liam’s face – it encouraged her.
“are you going to cum for me?”
“Yes,” I whisper, willing to do anything for him, especially that. And after he goes back to my clit, it doesn’t take long for the orgasm to arrive.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I yell, letting the whole coffee shop full of spectators know that Liam has just rocked my whole fucking world with his tongue and his fingers. My fingers form a fist in his hair as my body spasms uncontrollably with pure fucking pleasure.>>
Sadie looked up, and saw Liam’s eyes, awash with excitement, taking in the last few newly-added words. He broke into a huge grin and looked back at Sadie, who blushed. Liam mouthed “wow,” then looked back at his screen, his eyes scanning over the story once again. Sadie had no clue how they’d gotten here, but this was the most excitement she’d had with a man in a long while – and they hadn’t touched even once.
Suddenly a blinking cursor that wasn’t hers appeared after the word “pleasure,” and Sadie realized that when she had shared the document with Liam, she had unintentionally given him editing rights. She was just contemplating this revelation when new words began to appear.
