The storm outside was relentless, rain pounding against the windows of the cozy little café where I had taken refuge. The aroma of fresh coffee and warm pastries wrapped around me as I flipped through a book, savoring the rare moment of calm amidst the chaos outside.

“Mind if I join you?” a deep voice interrupted.

I looked up to find a man holding a steaming cup of coffee. His dark hair was damp from the rain, droplets still clinging to his sharp jawline. His shirt, slightly soaked, clung to his chest in a way that made me momentarily lose my place in the story I wasn’t even reading anymore.

I managed a smile and gestured to the seat across from me. “Go ahead.”

As he sat down, the quiet space between us quickly filled with easy conversation. We talked about books, the storm, and the allure of hidden gems like this café. Every laugh, every shared glance, felt charged, like the static in the air before thunder.

At one point, he reached across the table, his fingers lightly brushing mine as he gestured toward my cup. “You’ve got a little coffee…” he said, his voice dropping slightly as he motioned to the corner of my mouth.

“Oh, do I?” I stammered, reaching for a napkin, but before I could react, he leaned in, his movements slow, deliberate.

His lips brushed mine softly at first, testing, before deepening into something that stole my breath. His hand found mine on the table, holding it firmly as the warmth of his kiss drowned out the cold storm outside, he insert his hands down to my pussy until it gradually became more where we do the did. The hum of the café faded into nothing, and all I could feel was the heat between us, the rain outside only adding to the intensity.

When he finally pulled back, his lips curving into a wicked smile, I was left breathless. “Guess I took care of that for you,” he murmured, his thumb brushing the corner of my lips.

I bit my lip, trying to calm my racing heart. “Smooth,” I said, my voice shaky but teasing.

The storm raged on outside, but inside, everything had shifted. The world had narrowed to this tiny table, this stranger who didn’t feel like a stranger anymore, and the promise of whatever might come next.