“I’m here.”

She read the text on her phone once more. She held her phone and paused, still hesitant if she wanted to meet him in real life. She took one more deep breath before stepping into the coffee shop where they agreed to meet.

It’s broad daylight. We’re in a public space. It’ll be fine. If he turns out to be a serial killer, well then. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.

She cautiously walked in and scanned the room for his face. She craned her neck to look around the hidden corners of the shop but didn’t seem to find him. Suddenly, a voice behind her called her name, “Lana?”

Startled, she turned around so quickly, she almost knocked the two coffees out of his hands.

“Whoa! Hi.”

“Hi! Ay!” She stammered as her eyes finally focused on the somewhat familiar face. He looked slightly different from his pictures, but from the sly, confident smile, it was definitely him.

“Umm… Allen. Nice to finally meet you in person,” her heart pounding from the adrenaline.

“Yes, likewise. I hope you don’t mind, but I got you a coffee. The line was crazy. Regular coffee, cream and sugar. It looks like the drink you usually post on IG.”

“Oh my gosh, thank you!” She reached out with both hands to take the cup from him, slightly brushing his fingers, sending tiny tingles up her spine.

People bustled about around them. It was surprisingly loud for a coffee shop.

“It doesn’t look like we’ll get a seat anytime soon. Did you want to take a walk along the river instead?” he asked, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Um, sure.”

He pushed the door open and motioned for her to step out first. He led her towards the pathway along the river. They occasionally bumped elbows and each time, she felt the hairs on her arms sticking up when their bodies made the slightest contact.

“So this is what you look like,” he said, smiling.

“Ha! Yes, now you fully know what I look like,” she laughed.

“Well, you never showed me a straight picture, so I was really just working off of a ‘vibe’ back at the coffee shop. I walked up to 3 other people and they thought I was crazy.”

She stopped in her tracks and exclaimed, “Wait, really??”

He paused with a sly smile. “No,” he chuckled, “I knew exactly who I was looking for.”

Again, he held her gaze. She felt her face flush red.

“And I can’t believe you actually look like your picture.”

He chuckled. “I have nothing to hide.”

She smiled, finally letting her guard down a little. “I see that.”

They walked and talked, trying to recall the bits of conversation they had online, trying to fact-check what the other person had said.

“So, were you really a teacher? Because you just don’t seem…very… ” his hand motioned across her entire figure, “teacherly… No offense.”

She chuckled lightly. “I only taught for two and a half years. And I realized I wasn’t suited for it so I quit. And now I organize trainings and workshops for others.”

“So,” she continued, “Are YOU actually in the lighting business or is that just your fake identity and you are actually an underwear model slash international spy?”

He almost spit out his coffee from laughing at her question.

Once he recovered, he asked, “You still don’t believe I run a lighting business?”

“Well, I find it even harder to believe you are still single.”

“Heh, well,” he looked up to see they had actually wandered very close to his office. He pointed up at one of the buildings.

“That’s our office right there. You don’t believe me, I can take you there and show you.”

She was hesitant. Is this how murder stories start??

As if he read her mind, “I’m not a serial killer.”

“Isn’t that what a serial killer would say?” She retorted.

He walked up really close to her. She could hear her own heart beating. He looked pleadingly into her eyes, “Trust me. Just once.”

Suddenly the sky down poured and neither of them had an umbrella.

“Come on! We’ll go to the office to dry off and wait the rain out!” Before she could respond, he grabbed her hand and they ran towards his office building.

They were utterly drenched by the time they made it inside the lobby.

Both of them heaving from the run, he caught his breath and said, “Come on, I’ll take you up to get dried off. I think I have some extra t-shirts upstairs too.”

The rain was coming down in ribbons and she really didn’t want to be stuck in wet clothes, so she followed him towards the elevators. The security guard at the front desk nodded towards him, “Good afternoon, Mr. Allen.”

“Afternoon, Ray.”

“Rain came outta nowhere, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s Singapore for you, right?” Lana and Allen kept walking towards the elevators.

He leaned across her to push the 8th floor button and that was when he noticed her white shirt was now completely see-through from the rain.

“Umm…Lana?”

“Yeah?”

“I can see your…” he paused.

“My…what?”

He tried to look up and away, but pointed with his fingers towards her chest.

She looked down and realized she was quite exposed and quickly tried to cover up her chest with her purse.

Then she playfully smacked him in the arm.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?!”

“I just noticed! I swear!”

Once again her heart started pounding from the embarrassment but also the excitement of accidentally exposing herself to him. They rode up two more floors in excited silence.

“They look nice,” he said quietly with a smirk.

She tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t help smirking too.

Finally, the 8th floor. They stepped out and he led her into the company office where there were boxes of lighting samples and catalogs neatly organized. He led her into his bigger office, the one he used to meet with clients.

“Wait here. I’ll go look for those t-shirts.” He darted off to another room and she could hear him searching through drawers. She looked around the room.

There was a round conference table in the middle with two heavy wooden chairs around it and a black leather sofa against the wall.

When he came back, she blurted out, “This room looks like a porno set.”

“What?? Oh right, you and Porn. I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl that watched as much Porn as you do.”

“Maybe they just don’t talk about it as much as I do.”

He threw a t-shirt at her and turned around so she could change. Before she could turn around, he had already peeled off his wet shirt and she could see his glistening, toned back and sides.

Daaaammmnnn. Even hotter than his pics.

She turned around quickly before he caught her staring. He turned back slightly to check if she was done and a peek of her lower back tattoo. Once she was done, he walked towards her with another dry T-shirt.

“Here, you can use this to dry your hair.”

“Thank you,” she was touched by his thoughtfulness.

She leaned towards him and gently placed a hand on his chest. She could feel his heart beat steadily, quickly.

She slowly looked up into his eyes. When her gaze fell to his lips, he cleared his throat and stepped back. “How about some tea to warm up?”

She took a breath and answered, “Sure.”

He motioned for her to take a seat on the couch as he grabbed the kettle to fill up with water. He carefully selected the clay teapot and the canister of tea leaves and set them on the coffee table in front of the couch. Once the water was finished boiling, he brought the kettle over and placed it neatly next to the teapot.

She watched the focus on his face as he scooped out the tea leaves, shaking the spoon to make sure he got the exact amount. She wanted to touch his hands and forearms every time he reached out to get something.

“Here, try this,” he handed her a cup of tea in a cup around the size of a shot glass. “Careful, it’s Hot.”

This time, her fingers lingered on his, lightly rubbing his knuckles as she took the cup from him. She looked up into his eyes, smiled and quietly said, “Thank you.” Is he blushing?

He watched her intently as she took a sip. She closed her eyes and relaxed her shoulders, and let out a satisfied moan. She placed the cup down on the table and leaned back on the couch. Still sitting on the edge, he turned slightly back to look at her, not sure what to say or do next, but just content that she was next to him.

“So… when do you think the rain will stop?” she asked.

He placed his cup down and leaned back as well. “It’s hard to say. The weather here is as unpredictable as women.”

“Hey! Men can be just as unpredictable,” she responded, slightly offended.

“Okay, you have a point.” At this, he leaned over her and pulled her into their first kiss. She froze for a split second before cupping her hand to his face and pulling him closer with the other hand. He raked his hand up her from her neck into her hair and flowed back down to her collar bone. She moaned and writhed up to him, but noticed he started to slow down and pull away. They looked into each other’s eyes, both appearing a little surprised.

She curled back into the couch, cleared her throat and said, “Case in point. Men… unpredictable…”

Her eyes dropped to his lap and she could clearly see his bulge straining for release. Their eyes met again, carnal desire filled them both. He bolted on top of her, pressing her completely on the couch. She tore his t-shirt off and they returned to fervent kissing. He sat up to unbuckle his belt and pants when they both heard a loud knock on the foggy glass door.

“Boss? Is that you?” A young, male voice called out.

They both froze, hearts pounding. She gave him a wide-eyed What-the-Fuck?! expression. He put his finger to his lips, reminding her to remain quiet.

He cleared his throat and responded through the door, “Yeah, what are you doing in the office?”

“You said I could come in to pick up the catalog for our client meeting on Monday morning…”

“Ah! Yes, right.”

“Actually, can I come in to ask you something?”

“Uhhh, yeah. I’ll meet you in my other office. Give me 5 minutes.”

“…okay…” clearly hesitant to leave and it looked like he was straining to hear what was going on in the room.

Allen waited for his assistant to walk away before putting his shirt back on.

He whispered to her, “I’m so sorry!”

“Was that your assistant? He sounded cute. Maybe he can join us,” she said, smiling mischievously.

He gave her a don’t-even-joke-about-that look and told her he will be back as soon as possible. She straightened herself out and drank another sip of tea.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes go by. She started to think, Maybe I should quietly sneak out… just as he walked back in.

“I am so sorry that took so long but he’s gone now,” he said with apologetic urgency.

She smiled and walked up to him. Her eyes never leaving his, her hand slipped up under his shirt and she brushed her knuckles along his abs. He was immediately erect. She started to tug at his belt buckle and he immediately grabbed both her hands.

“We probably shouldn’t do anything more here…” his voiced trailed off as she leaned in and began to blow gently on his ear to quiet his protests. He loosened his grip and she continued to Free his hard member. He quivered and couldn’t help close his eyes as she wrapped her hand around it as best she could. It’s been a while since he had been with someone.

She whispered, “He’s so big…”

He nodded.

“Is it all for me…?” She asked, seductively.

He nodded.

“Mmmm…” she licked her lips hungrily and slid down his body.

She knelt in front of him and licked the rim of his hard cock. He resisted hard not to ram it deep into her mouth. Slowly, she sucked in the entire head, covering it in saliva. Her pace quickened and soon his dick was deep in her throat. Her head bobbed front and back, trying to go deeper each time. He fell back against the door, holding on to any piece of wall or handle, trying not to collapse from the sensations.

“Oohhhh my god…” he moaned, “Slow down, slow down, slow down…” as he tried to pull back and away. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

She smiled happily and lunged forward but instead he pulled her up, and wrapped her in his arms, devouring her lips.

“We are just getting started…” he said to her between passionate kisses. He guided her toward the conference table, picked her up and sat her down, then peeled off her T-shirt and bra. He paused to take her in, then gently leaned in and kissed her deeply, his hands on her shoulders, thumbs rubbing her collar bone.

He nuzzled up against her neck and breathed in deeply, “You smell so good…”

Unexpectedly, this triggered a new level of arousal in her and her body writhed, wanting more of him, all of him. He pulled her off the table and turned her around. She could feel his hard-on pressed against her back. He planted her hands on the table and tore off her shorts and panties while nibbling on her neck. Her whole body was on fire. She pushed her hips back, grinding against his crotch. His hand slipped between her legs and slid up against her wet folds. He gently glided two fingers into her Pussy, already soaking wet. His other hand cupped her breast and teased her stiff nipple.

An uncontrollable, long “fffuuuccckkkkk” escaped her mouth when her knees almost buckled over. She begged him not to stop. The moment his thumb found her clit, her body buckled again. She tried to grasp onto the table as she felt her Orgasm rising.

“You’re gonna make cum…” she pleaded.

At this, he rubbed her clit even more ferociously. Within seconds, her body tightened and her Pussy pulsated hard against his fingers. He released her and rubbed the juices on his hand onto his hard cock. She turned, knelt and sucked hungrily. At his maximum engorgement, she stood up, leaned forward, and reached back to guide him in her Hot wanton Pussy. As soon as the tip touched her wet slit, he rammed forward to completely fill her. She gasped and had never felt so taken. He held her hips as he steadily and slowly pulled out before deliberately filling her again. He did this several times and she was whimpering from his teasing. She tried to move her hips back to meet his thrusts but he held her still.

Her whole body yearned for him. He sensed her desperation and began to fuck her hard and deep. Her moans fueled him on. Her head was spinning, hands tried to hold onto the desk or his hands, anything to steady herself. He slowed down, breathing hard. He nuzzled his nose against her neck and kissed her shoulder. He turned her around, lifted her up, and dropped her back down onto his stiff dick. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his torso. She’d never been fucked upright before. He walked them over to the couch where he sat and she started to ride him furiously. He buried his face in her bosom, one hand grabbing her Ass to steady her rhythm, the other holding her breast and nipple to his mouth. She could feel her second Orgasm building. He felt her warm, wet walls snug around his cock and just as her nails dug into his shoulders, he shot his load up into her as she let out a silent scream.

As they both tried to catch their breath, she pushed her hair back, then held his face in both her hands and kissed his lips, his nose and forehead, and his lips again. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his ear against her chest, and listened to her heartbeat. Neither of them wanted the moment to end.

She rolled up off his lap and attempted to look for her clothes as he continued to sit and watch her.

“What?” she asked as she felt his eyes on her.

“Nothing,” he answered, smiling.

“Well, stop looking at me! You’re gonna make me blush.”

“Umm, we just had Sex… but me watching you get dressed is going to make you blush?” he said as he stood up and walked towards her, his cock still somewhat alert.

Before she could muster up an answer, he suggested they go back to his place for dinner.

“Okay,” she agreed, “But no more frisky business.”

He chuckled, “No guarantees. Men can be unpredictable, right?”