"The Mom Uniform" (NSFW-erotica)

It's been a while since I've written an erotic short story/scene, but I needed to clear my head, so what the heck. Story behind the jump as a NSFW firewall. Feel free to comment, or email at mysticknyght at gmail dot com if you prefer.

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It had been a year since he'd seen her. Would she be interested?

Holding the phone in his hand, he made the selection for a FourSquare check-in at the downtown coffee shop.

A whole year, he thought, sighing, as he flipped the selection to be “public,” and clicked “check-in.”

Message sent.

Setting down the smartphone, he returned to his laptop, continuing his work.

Well, at least the in-and-out traffic, combined with the cute baristas, will be a pleasant distraction this morning, he thought. OK, focus, now, and let's get something written.

Forty-five minutes later, he was 700 words into the chapter and on his second cup of coffee when the shop door opened.

Message received.

He smiled inwardly as he took her in from head to toe. Sweatshirt, jeans, comfortable-fitting, but still quite flattering, a sweatshirt, and flats.

The “mom uniform.” It's what a woman wears when shuffling kids around from school to dance lessons to soccer practice. Deviate from the uniform, and there's immediate speculation of what she's doing that's not part of the daily routine.

And meeting me is certainly not routine, he mused.

He stood as she approached the table. Moving his computer bag from the chair to the floor, he wordlessly offered the seat to her. Smiling, she sat down. Still silent, they looked into each others' eyes for several minutes, neither trusting themselves to speak. Taking a deep breath, she stood up and walked over to the counter. Buying a coffee, she put some sugar in it, then sat back down.

She placed her hand on the table between them, palm down. He placed his hand opposite hers, fingertips close, but not touching. The arc of electricity between them was almost visible, and she shuddered.

He sighed, reached up, and placed his right hand on her left cheek.

She closed her eyes, coming precariously close to having an orgasm then and there. Regaining her composure, she stood, picked up his keys from the table, and walked out the coffee shop.

Watching her walk out, he started the shutdown process on his computer, packed it up, and followed. She was sitting in the passenger seat of his car when he got there. Tossing his computer bag in the back seat, he climbed in. The keys were already in the ignition, so he started the car and drove to a motel two blocks away. Parking the car, he got out and went in to book a room.

Still no words.

Room key acquired, he exited the hotel and stood there. She grabbed the keys, got out the car, and followed him through the lobby. Up the elevator.

Still no words.

Out the elevator, down the hall. Keycard in slot, door open, he lets her enter first. Door closes, darkness.

She pushed him back against the closed door and kissed him deeply. Breaking the kiss and gasping for breath, she stepped back from him, took his hand, and led him to the room's couch, motioning for him to sit down. Standing in front of him, she pulled off her sweatshirt and the t-shirt underneath, leaving her bra on. Kicking off her flats, she straddled him, rocking her crotch on his.

Like a stripper giving a lap dance, she ground into him, gasping as her jeans massaged her, building the sensation by locking his gaze with hers. Placing her hands on his shoulders for balance, she forced him back a bit on the couch, giving her a better angle of approach in his lap. She could feel him bulging through his trousers as she rocked...ground...rocked...never breaking the stare, never saying a word.

She rocked...ground...rocked...

His hands slowly rose from his sides, caressing her waist, then leaning her forward so he could remove her bra. Fingers up and down her back, but just touching, no scratching, very light contact. Pinching her nipples hard generated the first truly audible sound from her since he first saw her. Not releasing them, he could feel her press on his cock harder, fighting back with stimulation of her own. Her movements won the day as he moaned and released her nipples, his hands continuing to cup and caress her breasts.

While she rocked...ground...rocked...

Controlling her breathing, she maintained her rhythm against his cock. Feeling it swell and shift beneath her. Squeezing her buttocks forced her clit onto his cock, through the layers of clothing. Still looking into his eyes, her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

As she rocked...ground...rocked...

The second time he pinched her nipples was just too much for her, as her body began the involuntary spasms that preceded her orgasm. Shuddering, she bit her lip to keep from making a sound as she stared into his eyes. The shaking of her body forced her to break the stare, so she buried her head in his neck and gasped, letting her body transport her mind off the planet.

When she returned, she rocked...ground...rocked...

Then abruptly stood up. Pulling him up by the hands, she immediately knelt in front of him, working the belt, working the trousers, working the zipper...down went the clothing, freeing his cock, almost slapping her in the face. Smiling, she flicked her tongue at the pre-cum on the tip, penetrating the hole just a bit, then surrounding the head with her lips. She knew no extra coaxing was needed as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and pumped. His moaning immediately began then, as she pumped and licked and sucked. She caught it all, swallowing as he exploded in her mouth, continuing to pump him even as his erection subsided and shrank.

Her hand dropped away, but her lips did not, continuing to swirl her tongue around him, hands reaching around to caress his butt. Pulling him to her in a hug, she kept his cock in her mouth and squeezed him, holding him there for several minutes.

Finally standing, she kissed him deeply, smiling as they broke the kiss.

“You didn't think I'd come,” she smirked.

“No, I didn't,” he replied, exhausted.

“Well, make me a cup of coffee. We'll discuss your lack of faith later,” she said, smiling, reaching to unbutton her jeans...