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First date with Juliett

Erotic fiction inspired by Juliett Lea in “Modeta

Ms Juliett is a real cutie who makes coffee at a stand in my hometown. Her stand is out of the way, and I often get to shoot the breeze with her since she hardly gets any customers after lunch. Juliett is just adorable, an awesome soul wrapped up in a slender little tattooed, twentysomething package, and I visit the stand a couple times a week, burning gas idling there at the window as we tell each other our life stories.

It’s a bikini coffee stand, so Juliett is usually dressed in the skimpiest outfit legally possible, often just pasties and mesh lingerie. Not long ago I got up the gumption to invite her to a Burlesque show up in Seattle.

When we got to the club and Juliett checked her coat she looked amazing. She was wearing a cute little dress that showed off her tattoos and complemented her dark red hair. We had a great time, and after the show we danced, drank a few shots, and hung around to talk to some of the performers. Juliett was in her element and I think she made some good connections; she and the other girls were talking about their tats a bunch.

By 2:00 am we were both pretty buzzed, so I got on my phone and got us a hotel so that we didn't have to drive home. Juliett snuggled up close when we staggered down the hall and as soon as we got inside she kicked her shoes off and tangled our toes up, grinning at me.

“You take the bed and I’ll crash on the couch,” I told her, determined to be a gentleman. She was pouting, but I wasn’t about to take advantage of a girl so much younger than me. I flopped on the couch with a blanket, honor intact. That went right out the window when Juliett breezed out of the bathroom, stepped right up to me in her bare feet and asked me to unzip her dress, which dropped to the floor at her feet.

“How do you like my lingerie, Greg? I got it for you, you know...” she said, fluttering her eyelashes and plucking at the panty strings. Strings? I think it was a thong. I couldn't actually tell what color it was because it was pretty much transparent. She spun around and all I could see was her naked ass cheeks. My vision began to close in...

“But, hey, maybe I can wear this at the stand. Do you think it would pass?” She sat her slim self right on my chest and lifted one knee straight up, spreading open her legs about a foot from my face. “Can you see anything?” She pulled the fabric tight over her mound and the sheer fabric got instantly wet, a dark smear spreading from her slit. She looked down, then up at me. “Can you?” Her pink pussy lips were crushed flat and leaking.

I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

“Juliett, this looks like a lot of fun. A lot. And you are very beautiful and desirable – believe me! But I’m too old for you.”

“You're older but you're a lot of fun! I like hanging with you. I get it, Greg. But here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to go to the bed and do myself because right now I'll go crazy if I don't. You coming?”

She got up and padded over to the big bed. I think I floated over because I don't remember walking. She leaned back on the pillows and slipped off her thong. Holding her legs straight up, she spread her slit. Her mound was flushed and her inner lips were shining wet. She paused there and rubbed her folds a little, taking deep breaths and just radiating sex.

“Greg, I want you here next to me because that way I can dream this is you...” and then her slippery wet fingers slid inside and started to reach deeply with some rhythm. Her pussy was radiating warmth, just a touch of caramel at the fluted edges and shining hot pink inside. The soft, wet sounds as she whipped her clitoris and the hazy aromas of her sex had me straining underneath my boxers.

“Greg, I'm naked, you have to let me see you, it isn't fair.”

She was plucking at my undies with her fingertips. Oh man... I slid my undies down and sprang out, sweaty and stiff.

She grinned. “Wow, I had no idea. That is beautiful! Look, Greg, I'm jerking off and so should you...”

“Don't remember how, Juliett. It's been so long...”

“Oh, that’s such bullshit, Greg! I bet you jerk off over me all the time…” I blushed, not denying it. “Okay, pay attention…”

She reached out and wrapped her slim fingers tight around the base of my cock, giving it a good squeeze. Then very, very slowly, she ran her hand up and then down my straining shaft. I just about came right then and there! My boner was thick and the head was straining and swelling. I started to stroke and it felt like heaven. Juliett slid her slim thighs over mine so her sex was facing me so close, her eyes glued to my cock.

“Oh, baby, I can almost feel it inside me!” she whispered, leaning back on one arm and finger fucking herself right in front of me, her crotch shining with her juice. Her eyes closed and she just rocked on her fingers, wet slapping as she drove them deep inside.

That was really too much to take and I stroked my boner hard, imagining pounding her delicious pussy and getting her off. I searched inside for some restraint but I couldn't possibly hold back anymore and I dissolved into orgasm, sending several strings and droplets of semen over Juliett’s small tits and tummy. She gasped and held her breath, flexing into herself and then shuddering, wailing and gasping her climax right on top of me. She writhed and stretched and then noticed the pearly drops on her tits, smearing them idly.

“Mmmmm. that was nice! Really nice...” She stretched like a cat right up to me and licked her lips, big satisfied grin on her face. “Greg, I think I deserve a kiss now...” and she did a little slinky shimmy and squashed her semen-slick belly and tits all over me from my waist to my neck. Her breath was hot as her lips pressed onto mine, tongue finding mine and slowly caressing, drawing me out, then sucking on it slowly. We were fucking each other’s lips; and my tongue was not the only part of me getting stiff. Dimly, I became aware of something warm and wet grinding along my shaft.

“If we can't fuck then here's what we’re going to do," she said. She turned around, positioning her bottom right over my face in all her flushed, aroused, sweaty glory. Then with a gleeful grin she slid two fingers into her shining, puffy pussy. Her buns flexed with each stroke and her asshole tightened and relaxed, a cute swollen ring of luscious flesh. That was my toughest test of willpower, trying to keep from burying my face. Taking Juliett's lead, I began to self-pleasure, easily imagining her lips around my member.

“I need more,” she gasped, and slid two more fingers into her wet folds, pounding all four fingers into her sopping pussy from behind and holding herself up with a hand on my abs. Shivering, she moaned, “I'm almost there...”

“Oh yeah, me too,” I whispered. With that, her hips bucked and she twisted and flexed, groaning her orgasm and collapsing on top of me. I could feel her warm breath down there. I tensed my legs and got intense and then let go my load, not caring where and light-headed with climax, but feeling very sticky...

Juliett flipped back around to look at me with her laughing eyes. “Greg, that was so great! I got some in my mouth! You taste so good!”

We kissed long into the night.

Three days later, I was idling at the stand sipping a double cappuccino, just staring lovingly at her bedroom eyes.

“Hey, there's a new band playing at the Double Door. Want to go?”

“Sure, Greg! I'd love to... but straight to the hotel afterwards. And this time, I’m calling the shots...”

 

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