Invite her for coffee

“Hey,” you say with a shaky tone, “would you like to grab a coffee or something?”

Claire stops what she’s doing and turns back to face you again, her brow raised in slight surprise.

“Strictly equipment manager to equipment manager,” you quickly add.

“Um... sure, I guess?” She answers with a hesitant smile. “Thanks, John. It’s nice to have someone else around here who isn’t completely clueless about all this equipment stuff.”

You return her smile nervously, trying not to betray how much your heart is pounding in your chest at the thought of spending more time alone with Claire. Or that fact that her panties are currently wrapped around you member inside your briefs. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not rocket science but some people just don’t seem to get it,” you say casually, trying to act like this is a normal, innocent conversation.

Claire giggles lightly and links her arm in yours as they both start to shake slightly. “I know a place just down the road with decent coffee, well better than the union,” she says, leading the way out of the locker room.

As you both make your way toward the café, you try your best to focus on their captivating curves moving in sync with yours rather than the wet spot forming rapidly in your briefs from Claire’s panties brushing against your member.

You follow Claire, unable to resist the thrill of being so close to her perfect ass. The walk seems like an eternity as you struggle not to let your eyes wander downward and give away your true thoughts. Finally, you arrive at the bustling cafe with a cozy coffee shop tucked away in the back corner.

Claire orders two lattes and takes a seat at a small table for two by the window, motioning politely for you to sit down as well. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air around you, making it all the harder not to think about how good Claire’s sweet scent would be mixed with the bitter notes of dark roast.

You manage to suppress your thoughts momentarily and join her at the table, trying hard not to fidget or accidentally cause an explosion in your pants. The awkward silence between you two is broken only by the soft clinking of utensils on ceramic as Claire takes a sip of her latte and hums appreciatively.

“So, um... how long have you been going to school here?” she finally breaks the silence, giving you a chance to shift the focus away from your racing thoughts about her panties drenched in her delicious juices.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm down your racing heart and raging hormones. “Oh, just started last semester,” you manage to croak out.

“Really?” Claire says with genuine surprise. She sets down her latte and turns towards you, blue eyes wide with curiosity. “What’s your major?”

You **** a sheepish smile on your face. “Oh, uh... just general studies for now,” you reply.

Claire nods in understanding. “I get that,” she says, returning her attention back to her latte. “It can be tough to figure out what you want to do with the rest of your life at this age.”

You nod in agreement, trying desperately not to think about Claire’s perfect ass or her panties in your briefs. The conversation continues with more or the same topics like classes and campus events. The time seems to fly by faster than usual, and before you know it, you’re both standing up to leave the coffee shop with empty cups in hand.

“Well, I should probably get going,” Claire says reluctantly. “Thanks for the company, John.” She gives your arm a light squeeze as you both step out into the crisp evening air, sending another jolt of desire coursing through your veins.

You manage to suppress a groan and **** yourself to respond calmly. “No problem,” you say casually, resisting the urge to beg her for just one more minute in her intoxicating presence. Instead, you wave goodbye and watch her swaying ass disappear around the corner of the building, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and utterly frustrated all at once.

Claire’s scent lingers in the air around you for what feels like an eternity, taunting you with memories of her perfect ass and sweet-smelling panties. You **** yourself to walk slowly back to the locker room, trying desperately not to break into a sweaty mess from desire.

By the time you finally reach the locker room, your heart is racing, and your pants are positively soaked with sweat and pre-cum. You breathe heavily, trying to calm down, but Claire’s presence seems to linger in every corner of the room.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you reach down with trembling hands, you unbuttoned your trousers and free your throbbing cock from its confines. Claire’s delicate panties are still wrapped around the head of your member, savoring the silky touch against sensitive skin.

You closed your eyes and imagined it is Claire herself guiding you into her wet, waiting entrance... oh god! The image makes every muscle in your body tense as waves of pleasure coursed through you like lightning strikes illuminating a darkened sky. You the warmness of her panties grow as they fill with your seed.

When finally, the storm subsides, sweat beading on forehead and chest heaving for air; you slowly opened your eyes to find Claire standing there. Her eyes fixed on her cum soaked panties wrapped around your softening cock. The look in her eyes is one of both shock and arousal as they raked over every inch of the scene in front of her.

“Claire, I...” you stammer lamely before she cuts off your feeble excuse with a husky chuckle.

Her eyes lock onto yours as if daring you to deny what had just transpired. Her lips slowly curve into a seductive smirk that makes it damn near impossible for you not to break out in a sweat once again. “I take you found my panties, hm?” She purrs, arching an eyebrow suggestively before turning on her heels and sashaying away leaving behind nothing but the echoes of her sensual laughter reverberating in your head.

You remained rooted in your spot as you watch her walk away, still trying to process what just happened. A shaky breath escapes from your lungs as reality finally began to sink in.

“Claire,” You call out after her, voice cracking slightly with nervousness. “Claire... wait!” She stops mid-stride without turning around but doesn’t say anything else.

“I...” You stutter out lamely, searching for words that won’t come. “Please... don’t tell anyone about this,” you finally manage to **** out hoarsely before clenching eyes shut tightly against the wave of humiliation and shame crashing over your body in hot salty waves.

The silence stretches on for what felt like an eternity but was likely only a few agonizing heartbeats before Claire finally speaks. “I won’t... this time,” she says softly, her voice dripping with unspoken promises and threats alike. Then again without turning around or uttering another word; she continues to walk away from you—her perfect ass swaying tantalizingly—and disappears out the locker room door leaving you standing there in a puddle of your own making, heart racing and cock throbbing.

You exhale shakily and try to gather yourself together. Cleaning up after yourself is an automatic reflex that helps ground you somewhat in the present moment. Once your surroundings are relatively tidy, you take a deep breath and steel yourself for what might come next before heading home for the night.