I stopped drinking alcohol awhile ago. The good feelings of the night were out of ratio with the hangovers the next day. After I quit, I started visiting my city's coffee shops. Most of the time I just talked to the barista who took my order and poured my coffee.

I usually varied the coffee shops I visited on the weekend. Becoming a regular at one can be depressing so I mixed it up. I visited one near a local university on a regular Saturday. It was one of those with a mix of sofas and comfortable chairs. The place got packed so you had to get there early to get your own chair and they had service staff to ensure that customers did not stay all day. By the time I got there, the chairs were taken up, but most of the sofas had room.

I scanned the room and selected the sofa with the hottest woman. It was not some coed, but a woman older than me by it turns out 15 years. She was a dark skinned Black woman with her locs tied into a bun. She was wearing unfashionable jeans, a baggy sweater, and a stack of papers in front of her. I did not select the sofa to try to get with her, but I had to pick a sofa so it might as well be hers. When I sat down and said "hi" she did not look up.

I took my book and started reading. It is what I do. I read a lot. I honestly did not think she noticed me until the waiter asked her for a refill and she noticed my book. It turns out that she was a professor and she taught the author that I was reading in class. After the conversation started it kept going, she was quite brilliant and did most of the heavy lifting. Students once in a while interrupted to say hello. The waiter, I suppose reacting to our limited orders, also kept interrupting. I mentioned that I liked this coffee shop, but did not like the service staff harassing you to leave as soon as you sit down.She mentioned that she lived close by and that she had the book that I mentioned I had not read yet. At this point, there was nothing sexual just two book readers talking.

She did not lie; she lived less than a ten minute walk away. When I went inside I noticed three things: the African art lining the walls, the amount of books she had, and the heat of house. It was winter in the north, but the thermostat must have been over 80 degrees, "I don't like to be cold," she said. She got me a drink and began looking for the book. In the mean time, she also took off her sweater now revealing her body in a tight undershirt that she had preciously hidden. Tall, almost six feet, I could see that she was voluptuous. Neither skinny nor fat, she had a body. She caught me looking. I took off my sweater.

She found the book and began telling me about its finer points. She did not lecture, rather she was delightful. She was just excited that someone shared a passion for the same subjects that she did. We continued to talk for 15-30 minutes then she did something unexpected-- she took off her pants. "I am a bit of hippie. I rarely wear clothes in the house." I looked around and noticed all the shades were closed. "Do you mind if I follow suit?" I asked.

"Of course not."

I took off all my clothes. She left on a pair of lacy black panties. Her jeans were dumpy. Her sweater was unflattering. Quite honestly, her bra was unattractive, but she had on an incredibly sexy pair of panties. I positioned myself on the sofa ready to fuck. My dick was hard. She did not move. She kept talking literature. I thought that she might be waiting for me to make the first move. I rubbed her leg and then both her thighs. "Excuse me," she replied, "I would rather not be touched. Do I have to ask you to leave?" I recoiled from embarrassment. I apologized and my dick shrunk. "Please continue" And she did, but I became incredibly confused at what was happening.

When the conversation turned back personal, things became clearer. She was coming off a divorce, she really was a hippie, and she just thought differently. I told her when I saw the pants come off that I told myself there was no way that I was not getting fucked this afternoon. She laughed and said maybe I can meet you halfway. She stood before me tall, darkskin, curvy, panties on, and my dick was pathetically shriveled. It did not rise until she undid the bun on her head and locs dropped-- so hot. She pulled on my dick. It embarrasses me how big a confidence boost it was when she complimented my dick. And then she proceeded to give an incredible-- almost pain inducing-- blowjob.

I returned the book that she loaned me two weeks later and put her onto her steps. I kept going back to the coffee shop but never saw her again.