Her local coffeeshop

The goal was immediacy. She would go somewhere nearby where she knew she could find a lot of people, select someone decently attractive, and be direct. That thought, approaching a stranger and asking them to fuck her, made her hard in the shower, and she had to resist the urge to masturbate again. She finished washing, dried off, and put on her makeup, all with an erection. Awkwardly covering her body and her hard cock with her towel, she made her way back to her room.

This wasn't the time for getting all dressed up, but she wanted to look cute and wear something amenable to a quick fuck. So she put on a pair of her spandex panties and a pleated skirt, with a simple tank top and no bra. She tossed some lube in her purse, grabbed some sandals, and headed for her car before she could give in to her jitters.

She got to the coffeeshop and quickly found someone that appealed to her - a short-haired white guy with glasses, wearing a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and typing on a laptop. Very cute in a fit nerd kind of way. Eleanor swallowed, breathed, and walked up to his table.

"Hey, sorry," she said as she sat across from him, keeping her voice low. "Can I ask a favor?"

She knew that being a cute girl, asking that question of a complete stranger wasn't a totally ridiculous thing to do, and she was right. He gave her a smile and closed his laptop. "Sure, what do you need?"

Here it was. Her heart was pounding, her cock was hard, and her face was red. She had to just say it, or she'd chicken out and run. "I need you to fuck my ass as soon as possible."

His eyes went wide. "Are you a...a prostitute?"

She shook her head emphatically. "No, no, no...I just really, really need to get fucked. Please."

"O-okay," he said, still in shock. Eleanor could see he was looking her over now, though, with a growing lust. "Where do you want--"

"Bathroom. Now." Eleanor got up and headed for the coffeeshop's restrooms, which were, luckily for her, single-occupancy. She entered, closed the door, and did not lock it. And waited, heart pounding.

After a minute that felt like an hour, the door opened. The guy entered, locked it behind him, and raised his hands awkwardly, as if awaiting permission to touch her. Okay, good instinct generally, but I literally begged you to come fuck me. Ellie closed the gap, one hand behind his head and the other pulling his arm around her, and kissed him hard.

That was all he needed. He pushed her up against the wall, feeling up her ass and tits as they made out. Ellie started unbuckling his belt, and his hand snaked around to the front of her skirt, pulling it up, and pressed against her crotch. He froze for a second.

"It's okay," Eleanor whispered. "You don't have to do anything with that. Just fuck my ass please."

He dove right back in, furiously kissing her as she pulled down his pants, his hands fumbling to pull down her panties. Their hard cocks both sprang free, and Ellie turned around, flipped up her skirt, and bent over the sink, pulling her lube out of her purse and looking at him in the mirror. "Please," she said. "I need it."

He took the lube, applied some to his cock, and took hold of her hips. The head of his cock pressed against her hole, and she moaned as he pushed, slowly parting and stretching her. He was gentle as he entered, bit by bit, and it only hurt a little. She could feel him going deeper and deeper with each slow thrust. "Yes. Yes. Fuck yes." It felt incredible.

She felt his pubic hair press against her ass and she knew he was all the way inside. He started to pick up the pace, deep steady thrusts that had her moaning repeatedly. She tried to keep it quiet, but it wasn't always successful. She opened her eyes, looked up into the mirror again, met his eyes. Fuck, this is hot. Oh my god, I'm getting fucked. It's finally happening.

As Eleanor moaned with each thrust, she heard herself say "harder" without meaning to. It surprised her, but it was true - so she repeated it. "Harder!"

The guy obliged, gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises and ramming her ass. Eleanor felt her thighs hit the sink repeatedly, and she held on for dear life. "Fuck...yes..." she managed to get out, "I'm going to...cum..."

As she felt her orgasm build, Ellie slipped a hand under the sink and cupped it under her cock. As he slammed into her from behind, her cock spurted, filling her hand with cum. She felt drops fall from her fingers and hoped she wasn't making too much of a mess on the floor. She groaned, probably way too loud, and as her orgasm subsided, she brought her hand up. Meeting his eyes in the mirror, she brought it to her mouth and slurped her cum out of her hand.

That did something for him. He fucked her faster, clearly approaching his own orgasm, and Eleanor encouraged him. "God yes! Cum inside me!" And he soon did. He slammed into her to the hilt and she felt a huge load of hot cum fill her. "Thank you," she moaned as he threw his head back in silent ecstasy.

As they caught their breath in the coffeeshop restroom, the two strangers looked at each other and shared an awkward laugh. Eleanor's embarrassment caught up with her and she quickly pulled up her panties, rearranged her skirt, gave him a quick kiss, and all but ran out of the bathroom. Her face was red as she walked through the shop, unsure if people knew what they were doing in there and unwilling to make eye contact with anyone to check.

As she left, she could feel the man's cum leaking out of her ass into her panties, and realized she'd never even asked his name.