My thoughts were swirling around in my head like a swarm of butterflies. Sitting didn’t help though, and so I started to prepare the coffee. I filled up the water, added more beans into the grinder – Italian blend, her favorite – and put a big cup under the outlet. The grinder made a hell of a noise, but it was one of the best machines on the market. After a lot of bubbling and clicking from inside it, the brew ran into the cup, and the aroma made my stomach grumble. I realized that the exertion yesterday evening had left me low on calories, and hastily fished a vanilla cookie from the sweets drawer. It tasted wonderful. It also managed to appease my stomach, so I finished preparing the coffee. A half teaspoon of sugar and just a hint of milk. I placed it on the table in front of her chair and sat down in mine, awaiting her return. Then a memory of one of the stories I had read came back, and after a bit of struggling with myself, I dropped to my knees and crawled to the side of her. “If you`re waiting for your aunt she`s already left.” Came a voice from behind her. It was Jack. She had been outside on the kerb for a while waiting for her ride, but as the crowd dispersed, she had found herself alone. Her heart sank. She knew that the cabs were on strike, and she had no way home. She had been set up.“Look, no offence Sophie, but you can stay here tonight,” Jack began. “I`ve had a drink, but I can drop you home tomorrow. It`s really cold tonight.”“I`m not cold.” Said Sophie, stiffening as she felt his hands encircling her waist from behind.“Your nipples say different.” He whispered, his hands moving to cup her heavy breasts. He was right thought Sophie; her nipples really were pushing against the taut dress. His hands roamed freely across her tits, caressing the rigidity of her nipples, squeezing and pushing them together. “We should go inside.” He breathed, pushing her towards the door. Sophie was on sensory overload. She couldn`t deny that his hands had felt.
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