The Pretty Poet

The Pretty Poet The Pretty Poet

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A poet finds a wonderful way to clear up her writer's block.

Summary

A poet finds a wonderful way to clear up her writer's block.

Content

Submitted: December 06, 2015

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: December 06, 2015

A A A

A A A


She woke early that morning and lay in bed for a few minutes and growled to herself as she was still suffering a horrible case of writer’s block.  She was working on a new poem and even after a dozen rewrites, it just wasn’t what she wanted.  She’d built a loyal following of readers and she really wanted this one to knock their socks off.  She loved the idea of the poem, but for some reason the words weren’t coming to her.  She’d decided last night to wear her favorite outfit.  Whether she just wanted to be noticed or she was looking to send the right message to a date, it always did the trick and therefore she always felt amazing when she wore it and she hoped it would spur her creativity. 

The outfit was a red knee length pleated skirt, black boots with just enough heel to give the outfit a bit of pizazz and then a cream button up sweater to top it off.  It was a cool fall day but she didn’t wear a coat because she loved how the pleated skirt swung around her legs as she walked and it was red for a reason; to draw attention at all times so she didn’t want to cover it up.  As she walked into her favorite coffee shop, she was hoping to get a jolt of caffeine along with a double dose of creativity. 

Seated in her secluded corner with her back to the store, she opened her laptop and was soon reading a new story from an author she had just started to follow and she smiled as she felt her body warming almost immediately.  As she crossed her legs, she wondered if she should have worn panties as she felt the lining of her skirt sticking to her moistening pussy.  She always enjoyed reading erotica in public because even though no one knew what she was doing, it felt like they did know.  It felt like people knew that she was getting aroused right there in public and it greatly added to her own arousal. 

As she often did, she glanced around to make sure no one was looking at her screen and she saw a tall distinguished looking man looking at a menu while at the counter.  He wore glasses that along with the graying of the hair around his temples made him look even more like a professor; a look she’d always found sexy.  As her gaze moved down over his baby blue v-neck sweater, he took his glasses off and tucked them into his sweater and glanced over at her.  He smiled immediately and his gaze added to her body’s warmth.  She smiled in return, but turned back to the story as she hoped the creativity of the story she was reading would boost her own creativity. 

She finished the story and fanned herself with a paper left on the table as this author had hit another home run.  The thought of him hitting a home run with her made her smile and for a moment she thought she had the right words for her poem, but it was quickly lost.  And then a deep voice asked, “May I join you?” 

She looked up to see the Professor, as she’d mentally been calling him, standing there in his expensive khakis and that damn baby blue sweater.  He looked downright yummy and the story that had gotten her insides percolating made her feel wonderfully vulnerable.  She would usually turn a request like this down, but she wasn’t going to be writing so she waved her hand as if she was indifferent where he sat.  She glanced around and saw numerous empty tables so it was obvious he was here because of her and that was a really nice and needed compliment. 

As she tried to stifle a smile she noticed that he had a Coke and nothing else.  She couldn’t help herself and asked, “Why did you have your reading glasses on to look at the menu if you weren’t going to get a coffee or something eat?” 

His smile seemed to consume her and his gaze checked out her face before he said, “I thought you were checking me out.”  As she blushed a bright red, he added, “Oh, I hate coffee; that’s why I have the Coke.” 

“What are you doing in a coffee shop, then?” she asked incredulously. 

He smiled again and seemed a little tentative to reply, but then softly said, “I saw you a block up the street and I had to see you up close.  Everything about you screamed that you were a woman I needed to meet.” 

She was speechless, flattered as fuck, but completely mute. 

He quickly added, “Okay, enough of my confession about stalking you.  I saw that you were frowning earlier, is everything okay?” 

She couldn’t help but giggle that he referred to himself as a stalker and so she told the truth, “I’m an amateur poet and I’ve got writer’s block; like really bad.” 

He was so adorable as he literally gushed about how being a poet has to be incredibly difficult and that he was sure that she’d get over it.  She shook her head which displayed the level of frustration she was feeling about this poem.  He was suddenly moving around to her side of the table as he was asking, “What kind of poetry do you write?  I’m an amateur writer myself so maybe I could help?” 

She was originally mortified that he was going to see that she was an erotic writer, but when he pulled on his glasses and looked at her screen and smiled she felt at peace.  “Is that one of your stories?” he said in a breathlessly sexy voice.

She shook her head and said, “No, one of my favorite authors though.” 

He scooted even closer and his understated cologne intoxicated her.  He wasn’t a man that she’d normally notice from afar, but his confidence and understated sexy appearance really affected her.  She uncrossed and crossed her legs and the feel of the skirt lining sticking to her wet pussy was a delicious reminder of how turned on she was. 

And then her arousal spiked again because he pressed his leg against hers, reached out to pull a strand of hair away from her eyes and softly said, “I would suggest that good erotica is all about the seduction.” 

She barely contained a shiver as she felt a powerful tingle run up her spine and then he continued, “I think most men think seduction is trying to figure out the right amount of alcohol to ply a woman with so he doesn’t have to work too hard to pry her legs apart to get at her pussy.  However, I firmly believe that seduction is all about the shared looks between two people, the sincere compliments, and the touches that gradually get inside a beautiful and sexy woman’s mind that convinces her that she should allow herself a night of indescribable pleasure.” 

He leaned closer to her and with his far hand he reached over and started rubbing her knee just below the hem of her skirt.  It felt so damn good and she was surprised that she had no intention of stopping him.

“You know what I mean?” he finally asked. 

She nodded because she completely agreed with what he’d said.  She’d fallen prey to plenty of those nights where alcohol gave her the idea that she was being seduced, but she always regretted it.  She much preferred his definition that it was all about a woman deciding if she was going to let her attraction to someone move to being physical. 

His gaze never left her face and she smiled inwardly as her lucky outfit seemed to be working incredibly well today and then his sexy voice returned when he asked, “You’re probably wondering how my theories on seduction are going to help you with your writer’s block, huh?” 

His hand had moved slightly higher and was under the hem of her skirt and she thought his touch was absolutely perfect.  Soft and teasing, but firm enough for it to send pulses of energy higher up her leg and her only thought was when were his magical fingers going to be moving even higher, but she managed to mutter, “Yeah; that’s what I’m wondering.”

His eyes twinkled in amusement like he knew her mind was on other matters, but he softly said, “I was thinking I would ask you a series of questions and maybe that would get your creative juices flowing.” 

She looked at him, into those damn hazel eyes of his as his hand kept teasing her leg and knew that his choice of words wasn’t a coincidence.  This sexy man knew she was wet with arousal and that just made her even more aroused.  She was really appreciating his idea of seduction because she hadn’t felt this sexy or this desired in quite a while. 

She finally said, “Sure, I’m UP for anything that will get my juices flowing” and just to keep the flirtations at a high level, she glanced over at his crotch and saw that he was definitely ‘up’ for anything also.

They shared a knowing smile and she found it hard to keep his eye contact as he was eye fucking her with an intensity that made her giddy as a school girl. 

She nodded and took a deep breath to try and still her racing heart and then it began with his gaze on her the entire time that was seductively distracting.

“Maybe you should write about a man that sees a woman that he finds so desirable that he follows her into, say a coffee shop”.

“Maybe he approaches her and the chemistry they feel makes the air around them pop with electricity.” 

“Maybe he moves close and then even closer and she can’t even think straight when he starts to rub her bare leg.”

She tried to take another deep breath because the fact that he was describing what was actually happening made her entire body buzz. His hand was already up under her skirt at about mid-thigh and she finally realized why he was using his far hand.  If she allowed his hand to move even higher, his fingers would be at the proper angle to start caressing her pussy.  That realization made her clit throb with the need to be caressed. 

His voice continued, “Maybe he tells her to undo another button on her sweater.”

Her eyelids flickered as his words sunk in and then without any hesitation her fingers moved up and undid the button.  To her surprise, his eyes stayed locked on hers.  The silence seemed to grow in volume until she finally whispered, “I thought you wanted me to do that.” 

“I did” he said but his eyes stayed locked on her amazing eyes although his gaze flickered down to her sensuous mouth again and again. 

“Don’t you want to look?” she asked with her voice noticeably wavering.  His hand moved higher up her leg and she wondered if she might cum just from his voice and his fingers stroking her leg.  He still hadn’t responded and she gasped, “Do you think you won’t like what you see?”  It was an obvious lack of self-confidence and she regretted saying it. 

He quickly shook his head and whispered, “Oh no baby; it’s not that at all.  It’s all part of my view of seduction; I want to watch your reaction to see if I’m affecting you the way I’m hoping.” 

She wanted to shake her head and purr, “Are you fucking kidding me?  You’re pushing all my buttons just fucking right” but she simply sat silent and then watched as he smiled and then finally let his gaze drop to her tits.  With another button undone, he had an excellent view of one of her sexiest bras; a soft pink one with just the right amount of lilac lace.  She had perfect B cup breasts which didn’t need much support and this bra gave minimal support and she loved how her tits swayed when she walked. 

And then his sexy voice purred, “Maybe he’s so overcome with the desire he sees in her eyes and how she keeps biting her lower lip, his cock is throbbing with arousal.”

“Maybe when he finally looks down at her undone sweater, her sexy bra makes him want to reach inside her sweater and assault her hard nipples.” 

“Maybe his hand moves even higher up her leg as he tells her to uncross her legs and move forward on her chair.” 

They shared a long look as she did exactly that and she felt a chill of anticipation and excitement as she knew his first touch was only moments away. 

“Maybe to put an exclamation point on his seduction of her he whispers, ‘Ask me to touch your pussy’.” 

“Oh Jesus” she exclaimed, but she quickly complied, “Touch my pussy…..please.”  She knew without a doubt that he could ask her almost anything and she would do it.  She envisioned him asking her to suck his cock and thought of how this was the most outrageously public thing she’d ever done.  A total stranger was about to finger her to a yummy cum right in a coffee shop. 

“God, you’re the most sensual woman I’ve ever met” he purred as his fingers spread her lips and dipped ever so slightly into her. 

She bit down on her lower lip to keep from gasping and he continued running his fingers up and down the length of her soaked pussy with just the tips of his fingers inside her.  It enflamed the sensitive nerve endings just inside her pussy and she began slowly humping against his teasing touch; inviting him to plunder her eager pussy. 

“Maybe he tells her that he’s never enjoyed seducing a woman more and if she wants, she can feel for herself just how much he’s enjoying this.” 

His fingers pressed farther into her and his invitation to touch his cock was crystal clear and she reached out and gripped him through his slacks.  He moaned and she felt his cock jump in her hand and she sensed that he was fighting to keep control.  She found his arousal thrilling; he was ready to cum just from how much he was enjoying giving her pleasure. 

“Maybe he tells her that he can’t wait to watch her cum and his theory is that once she does, her writer’s block will be gone and the words she wants will spill forth out of her mind just like her honey will spill from her pussy. 

His fingers were now thrusting urgently and she wondered if others could hear her wet pussy slurping around his fingers.  The sound of her own wetness pushed her near the edge and since he’d been doing all the vocalizing she wanted to do something for him and she leaned into him and pressing her wet mouth on his ear, she growled, “Please tell me I’ll see you again; that instead of your fingers your cock will be inside me sometime soon.” 

As his fingers delved even deeper, his thumb started caressing her clit and she felt her legs going numb which was always a sign that she was going to enjoy a very hard cum.  When he whispered into her ear, “Oh fuck yes, baby.  I plan on seducing you again and again; exploring you with my tongue, my fingers, my cock and anything else you want me to use!” His words echoed in her ear as she came for the first time. 

As the pleasure washed over her, she was vaguely aware of his left arm going around her back, his hand going inside her sweater and finding her nipple through the thin satin of her bra and squeezing it hard just as he whispered, “Please stroke me some more.” 

She sighed in the sweet pain of his fingers tugging on her nipple and as her second orgasm started to build, she grabbed him again.  With only a few tugs through his slacks, he gasped lightly and then kissed her on the lips tenderly before his cock leapt in her hand.  She could feel the heat of his eruption through his slacks and it turned her on so much that her pushed her over the edge again as her orgasm ripped through her. 

His thumb was doing things to her clit that she couldn’t even comprehend and he whispered into her ear, “By the way, sexy Megan, that story you were reading earlier?  That’s one of mine; small world, isn’t it?!” 

Her mind couldn’t even comprehend how he could know who she was and his thumb and probing fingers pushed her to yet another cum.  Her last conscious thought was wondering whether or not the entire back of her skirt was going to be soaked.  Some minutes later, she opened her eyes and she was alone.  She glanced around and wondered how that could have been a fantasy.  She crossed her legs and she felt just how woozy her legs still were.  There was no way that she’d just cum sitting there by herself so she knew it had been very real, but she was incredibly disappointed that he was gone. 

She looked around and was happy to see that no one was staring at her so she didn’t think she’d screamed when she’d cum that last time so that was good.  To say that she’d needed those orgasms was the understatement of the year.  She remembered what he’d said about her words spilling forth from her mind and suddenly it happened.  She began typing in a flurry; knowing that it would take some editing, but her mind was like a volcano; erupting with ideas and phrases that she knew would be pure gold. 

Her mind finally went blank and she started packing up knowing that she had to get to work when she felt it.  There was something inside her bra strap and she pulled out a business card he’d obviously tucked there for her.  He’d written on the back his email address and in neat block lettering, “MY OPINION OF COFFEE SHOPS HAS CHANGED IMMENSELY THIS MORNING J.  I HOPE THAT CLEARED UP YOUR WRITER’S BLOCK AND PLEASE EMAIL ME SOON, YOU INCREDIBLY SEXY WOMAN.”


© Copyright 2017 zebo85. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

avatar

Author
Reply

Other Content by zebo85

More Great Reading

Popular Tags