Yes she does, and more

My butt is on the floor. Both my arms stretched out behind me, supporting my upper body. I stare up at the beautiful stranger.

My eyes pan up from her glossy black heels. Sheer stockings wrap around a pair of toned legs. A black pencil skirt comes down to just above her knees. Continuing further upwards to her wide hips, I can't help but notice a slight bulge at her crotch. A flowy, deep olive turtleneck sweater directs my vision further to her face.

I can tell she's tall, but from this angle, that descriptor doesn't quite cut it. Her velvety black hair flows down freely over her shoulders. Her pale cheeks slightly flushed with rosy embarrassment. Full lips parted in surprise. A slender nose brings me to her eyes. Two impossibly green orbs stare back at me.

"Oh, my goodness, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

I hear her words, but they don't quite manage to pierce through to my awe-struck mind.

All that comes out of my mouth is a quiet, breathy "....wow.....".

Her expression softens in response, and her lips form a small smile. She crouches down a bit and extends a hand towards me.

"Come on, let's get you up."

I reach towards her, and as our hands make contact, I come to. I glance down to see my bag at my feet. The contents have spilled out onto the floor. The bottle of lube is lying in the open. I cringe, embarrassed, and scramble forward to return the personal items to the bag.

She looks down in response to my unexpected action. I realize that she clearly saw everything.

Thoroughly embarrassed now, I can't imagine this interaction could get any more unfortunate. Then, as if to prove me wrong, my ears zero in on an odd noise. Noticing it as well, she and I both turn our heads to the box off to the side.

A distinct vibrating buzz streams from within it.

I can't believe this is happening. Why didn't I remove the batteries from the plug?

About ready to cry now, distress and shame painted across my face, my eyes snap to look at her when I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder. She's crouched down in front of me and looking down into my eyes with nothing but warm care. Her soft smile is disarming.

"Don't worry. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Now let me help you up, dear."

My emotions settle a bit, and I take her hand.

"..Um...okay."

She helps me to my feet. I stand there, not quite sure what to do. She then bends down, snatches the vibrating box off of the floor, and hands it to me. Taking me by the shoulder, she guides me to the nearest bathroom and holds the door open for me.

Now that we are both standing, I notice how tall she really is. The top of my head only just comes up to her shoulders.

I step inside and turn to look at her.

She's looking back at me, smiling.

"Take care, cutie."

With this, she closes the door softly, and I'm left alone in the bathroom, clutching my bag and the louder-than-should-be box.

Still processing the last 60 seconds, I stand motionless in the center of the bathroom with only the buzz of my vibrating toy to keep me company.

What just happened? Can I die now, please? What if she becomes a regular at the coffee shop, and I have to see her every time I go to work? The last thing I want is to be seen by her again. Or do I? Did she call me cutie?

"Oh my god, can this thing stop!"

I lock the bathroom door, quickly remove the toy from the box, and shut it off.

Holding the now-dormant toy in my hands, I keep going over the interaction in my head.

She was really nice about the whole thing. It's my fault we ran into each other, to begin with. I was the one distracted, not looking where I was going. And she didn't make a big deal out of the whole "obviously a sex toy and lube" thing, either. Most people would have probably just left as soon as they could. Or worse, made fun of me for it. She stayed and helped. Even made sure I got to the bathroom safely. And to top it all off, she's probably the most beautiful person I've ever seen.

I didn't even say thank you.

No, I can't simply leave things like this.

At the very least, I should apologize and thank her.

Not wanting to risk missing her, I swiftly proceed with what I came here to do in the first place. My plug is removed, lube reapplied and returned to my butt. I pee. Change into the clean white cotton panties, and remember to remove the batteries from the toy.

After washing my hands and making sure I'm presentable in the mirror, I exit the bathroom and walk back to the main seating area.

Scanning around, I quickly spot her. She's sitting at a table for two by the window. She notices me and shoots me another warm smile.

I walk over and stand by the table awkwardly.

"Um...hi... I was... " she cuts me off. "My, you are adorable. Oh, don't just stand there; come and take a seat."

I sit across from her, nervously clutching my hands on my lap.

She starts. "I'm sorry about earlier. I should have..." This time, I cut her off. "No. Please don't apologize! It's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going and ran into you. I should have been paying more attention. And then you had to see all....of that. Um...anyway, I wanted to apologize and....thank you for helping me."

"Well, apology accepted. But there truly is nothing for you to be sorry about, darling. I enjoyed helping you, and I didn't mind..~seeing all that~."

"Oh...well..." I sit, staring back at her, more than a little surprised by her words.

"My, what am I saying? I don't even know your name, dear. How about we remedy that, okay?"

"Okay"

"Good, I'm Lora, and I'm very pleased to meet you."

"Hi, Lora, my name's Misha...and...I'm glad to meet you also."

"~Misha~ How cute! It suits you!"

"Thanks, I think so too."

Turning her attention to the menu in front of her, she continues.

"So tell me, Misha, have you been to this cafe before? I was hoping to try something tasty, but it's my first time here, so I don't know what's good."

"Oh, yes. I've eaten here a couple of times. I actually live in the neighborhood. The spinach and roasted tomato quiche is my favorite."

"Mmm, sounds lovely."

She waves down a waiter and orders two portions of quiche as well as, she looks over at me for a moment, a slice of the lemon tart.

Is she reading my mind? That happens to be my favorite dessert.

Lastly, a macchiato for her, and, she looks back to me, this time asking. "Tea or coffee, darling?"

"Oh, um..tea..green, please."

"And a green tea, thank you."

The friendly waiter takes down the order and leaves.

"So, Misha, you said you live around here?"

"That's right. I moved here several years back. My place is around a 30-minute walk away."

"How lovely! Then I guess we'll be seeing more of each other. I just moved to the neighborhood myself. Or rather, I'm in the process of moving. My apartment's still being renovated."

"Oh sweet, then let me be the first to welcome you to the neighborhood! It's really rather nice. I think you'll like it here."

She's looking at me a bit more closely.

"Thank you, Misha. I think I will."

I smile and blush a little.

Gods, why do I love the sound of my name on her lips so much?

At this point, the waiter returns with our food. We eat and chat. She tells me about her job. She owns a large Interior design firm. Several other topics later, we've finished our meal and are sipping the remainder of our drinks. It's dark out.

"Well, this was truly lovely. Thank you for sharing your company with me this evening, Misha. I think it's time I head out."

We both look out the window it's still pouring rain outside.

She turns back to me.

"Let me drive you home?"

"Thanks, that would be great."

We get ready by the door. She pulls on a long black trench coat and helps me into my jacket. Then she wraps my scarf around my neck neatly. It feels good having her dote over me like this. Once we are ready, she steps out into the cold, and I follow. She opens a large umbrella and pulls me closer to her by the shoulder. We start to walk down the street.

"My car's just a minute this way."

We keep walking. At some point, I feel her hand slide down to hold me by my waist.

I'm a little nervous, but I have to admit that I like it. The feeling of her holding me like this. There is a possessive nature to it that makes me feel like I'm already hers. Something precious, meant to be protected and cared for, owned. I think I want that.

I snuggle in closer to her, and I can feel her grip get just a little tighter.

Not too long after, we walk up to a white BMW. She unlocks the car and walks me over to the passenger side, holding the door open for me. Once I'm safely in, she goes around and gets into the driver's seat. I give her the address, and we set off. It's only a five-minute ride.

It's a quiet drive. Only a couple of words are exchanged. She asks me if I'm comfortable and makes sure to turn the climate control up to keep us warm.

I glance over at her several times, not trying to get her attention, but more admiring her. She focused on the road ahead. Gosh, she just looks so cool behind the wheel.

Soon, maybe too soon, we pull up to my apartment building. She looks over at me and smiles.

"Thank you again for this evening, Misha. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Trust I'll see you again soon?"

I'm anxious now, feeling my chest tighten. I don't want this to end.

My mind races, trying to come up with an excuse to keep this going.

"Thank you! I really did. Um..Lora....do you wanna maybe come up to my place for a bit?"

"Oh, I don't kno.."

I cut her off. "You said your apartment is being renovated, yes? Where are you staying in the meantime?"

"It's a hotel, not too far."

"I see, doesn't that get lonely?...Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! That wasn't right of me to ask."

"No that's okay." She chuckles. "To be honest, yes. It can be a little lonely at times."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh my. You really need to stop apologizing so much, Misha."

"Right, sorry. Oh...sorry."

She laughs softly.

I look up at her, conjuring my best puppy eyes.

"Let me keep you company a bit longer?" I pout.

"Goodness, how could I say no to a face like that? You're a ~naughty boy~ aren't you? Alright, let's go."

I practically jump out of my seat.

"Yes! Right this way."

We head up to my apartment. I point the way, but she's still leading. I unlock the door, and we step inside. At this moment, I'm awfully glad I do my best to keep my place neat. Trying to be the best little host I can for her, I help her out of her coat and set her shoes neatly on the shoe rack. She obliges, smiling. Now that she's here, I'm not sure what to do. I look up at her.

"Um..tea? I've only got green, though."

"Sure, cutie. That would be wonderful."

"Coming right up! The kitchen is this way."

I hurry over and put the kettle on. My guest follows after me, looking around my apartment, evaluating.

"Nice place you've got here. I like the plants."

"Um,..yeah...I'm sure it's nothing special compared to what you're used to working with, though."

"Don't say that. I think it's cute."

"Sure, I just mean, I'm no designer. I just work at an antique store, nothing special."

She walks over to me and cups my chin with her finger, lifting my face to look at hers.

I blink up at her, not having expected such an action. But I love how it makes me feel.

"Don't belittle yourself like that, Misha. I meant what I said. Sure, you're not a professional interior designer, but I can tell you put thought into this place. And it shows. Very charming, just like you."

Her expression is as warm as it was before, but there is a stern undertone to her words.

"...okay....thank you."

"That's better. Now, how's that tea coming along?"

She releases me and sits down at the kitchen table.

"Right, just about ready now."

I pour the boiling water into the tea pot and bring it over to the table. Then, retrieve two tea cups and set one in front of her. I'm standing by her, awkwardly fidgeting with my hands down in front of me. My right leg bent at the knee, resting on my toes behind me.

"Just a couple minutes now for the tea to brew."

She reaches out with both hands, taking me by the waist, and brings me closer to her. I'm standing right in front of her now. Her hand goes up to my forehead and carefully brushes a stray lock of hair to the side. Then, traces down from my temple to my chin, holding there. My lips part slightly, and I let out a breathy sigh. She stares into my eyes.

"You truly are adorable."

I blush and tilt my head down, maintaining eye contact.

"~Thank you~...I think you're really pretty too."

I blush harder and bite my bottom lip.

"~My~...Precious little thing. I think we both know where this is going."

"Well...I hope so." I pout.

She chuckles.

"Before we go any further, Misha, there is something you should know about me."

"oh?"

"See darling, I'm not like most women."

"~Yeah, you're much more beautiful.~"

She lets out a little laugh.

"Good boy. No, what I mean is that I'm a futanari. Do you understand what that means?"

I had my suspicions. The bulge I saw back in the cafe seemed a little too distinct to be a simple fold of her skirt. Looking down now, I see that it's quite a bit larger.

"Yes"

"And you are okay with that?"

I actually lick my lips a bit.

"I'm more than okay with ~that~."

"Mmm...~good boy~"

Her thumb slides up from my chin and traces over my soft lips. I reflexively part them wider, inviting her in. Her smile widens, and she slips the digit into my waiting mouth. I suck her in, my lips wrapping around her thumb.

"~Oh my~"

My mind is in a haze of subby arousal. All I want is for her to take me here and now.

"So eager."

"Mmmhm.." I moan into her thumb.

Her other hand snakes up my abdomen and starts caressing my chest. Her thumb rubs over my nipple through the soft fabric of my sweater. Then, slowly working its way back down, over my tummy and around, finally coming to rest on my right butt cheek. It stays there, kneading and making little circles over my jeans.

I arch my back in response, pushing my butt into her grasp. She removes her thumb from my mouth and brings her hand down behind me, now holding my butt in both hands. She pulls me closer to her so that I'm standing between her knees.

"I think it's time I see more of you, darling."

She releases me and gives my thighs a gentle shove with her fingers.

"Strip for me."

I take three steps back, maintaining eye contact. I undo my belt and unbutton my pants. Slipping my thumbs into the waistband of my jeans, I begin pushing them down. I sway my hips back and forth, doing my best to put on a sexy little show for her. Bringing my jeans down to around my knees, I let go, letting them fall the rest of the way, gathering around my ankles. I step out and continue, lifting the hem of my turtleneck, pulling the sweater off me in one fluid motion. I stand in front of her in only my socks and panties. Her hungry eyes scan over me.

"Mmmm...they suit you, sweetie, but I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

I shake my head, hooking the waistband of my panties with my thumbs, and begin pulling slowly. This time I turn around, presenting my bare ass to her as the panties slip over my round cheeks, revealing the butt plug nestled between them. Stepping out of my panties, I turn back to her.

"You've had that in all day, haven't you? ~good boy~"

She motions for me to approach with her finger. As I stand in front of her, she reaches down, cupping my balls in the palm of her hand. The tip of my erect penis glistens with precum. She brings her other hand up to stroke me between two fingers.

"What a perfect little dick you've got, sweetie. I bet it's so very cute when soft, just ~dangling~ between your legs."

She gives my balls a soft squeeze. I moan in response. Letting go of my compact package, she makes a circular motion with her index finger. I turn around, arch my back, and stick out my butt, looking over my shoulder.

"Mmmm, so perfect." She plays with my ass, landing a couple of spanks across each cheek. It doesn't hurt, but I still let out a little yelp in response to the contact.

"I'll have to see this bottom properly red one of these days."

The image of her bending me over her lap and spanking me sends tingles down my spine. My mind is entirely consumed by arousal, like a deep pink haze seeping into every facet of my brain. Rendering any unrelated thought impossible.

I feel her fingers tapping on the plug, then wrap around the base. She starts to pull at it. I moan and spread my legs wider. The toy comes free with a satisfying pop.

"My, you ~really~ like this, don't you? That's no small toy to be walking around all day with."

"Mhmmm....well...yeah~"

I consider this to be medium-sized, but I guess that's a matter of personal opinion. The plug is 6 in long and has a diameter of 2.5 in. Perfect for keeping me feeling full as I go about my day. She sets the toy on the table, and I feel a finger enter my still gaping hole.

"Mmmmm~"

"My my, what a sluty little boy~ Are you going to be a good little butt slut for me?"

Another finger is added as she explores deeper, quickly finding and pressing down on my happy switch.

"~yesss~ ohhhmm"

"~Good boy~"

I'm floating, rapidly becoming addicted to the feeling of her inside me. Precum oozes from my tip. Then, without warning, she removes her fingers. I let out a disappointed murmur.

"Don't you pout at me now. That sweet ass of yours will get plenty of love soon enough. Now, let's get you plugged back up. This boy pussy~ isn't allowed to be empty."

She takes the still-wet plug from the table and pushes it into me. Standing up, she takes me by my waist and walks a couple of steps forward. Then, spins me around to face her. I'm looking up into her eyes. Her hand comes up to cup my chin and tilt my head further. She leans in. Our lips meet. Eyes closed, I part mine in submission. Her tongue follows, exploring my mouth. As she breaks our embrace, a gooey strand of saliva stretches from her lips to mine. Snapping, it splats down on my chin. She smiles at me and points down with her index finger.

"Sit".