Ransome
Copyright© 2017 by Charm Brights
Chapter 3: Shopping For Coffee
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3: Shopping For Coffee - A widower hunts and takes the females he wants. An alpha male in action.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Workplace Cheating MaleDom Humiliation Rough Swinging Cream Pie First Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Prostitution
The following week they met again, apparently by chance.
“We really can’t go on meeting like this,” he said, smiling, “People will start talking about us.”
She returned his smile and offered, “Well, when they are talking about us, they won’t be talking about anyone else, now will they?”
“I know. Let’s make it obvious. Come and have a cup of coffee with me, please,” he asked.
“Erm, well, where exactly?” she seemed very doubtful.
He decided it was time to see how submissive she was. “Here, where everyone can see us of course. No sneaking off to a quiet café for us,” and he took her elbow to steer her to the cafeteria at the end of the store.
“But I haven’t paid for my groceries,” she objected.
“We can do that on the way. No backing out now you’ve agreed. I hate drinking alone, even just coffee.”
This confused her, as she didn’t remember agreeing to anything, but she didn’t want to make a scene, and after all, what harm could there be, right there in the supermarket where everyone could see? He did seem a nice man and had listened very carefully to her advice about the fish the previous week.
When they got to the checkout she didn’t quite understand how, but her basket and his trolley ended up on the same bill which he paid. When she protested he waved her protests away saying, “You gave me good advice last week, and I’ll let you pay for the coffees if it will ease your conscience.”
“But...” she started to protest but once again her dread of attracting attention came to his rescue and she subsided.
Once he had collected their coffees, and toasted teacakes at his insistence, again somehow he had paid for them.
“Now you really should let me pay what I owe you,” she said as they sat down.
Ignoring this remark he declared, “Now we haven’t really been introduced, so here goes. I am David Ransome and I work in an office on the Honeybourne Trading Estate. I live in Stapleford in a house far too big for me. My wife died some two years ago and I have two adult sons, neither of whom lives with me.”
Clearly he was waiting for her to respond so she felt obliged to say, “I’m Wendy Parfitt and I live on the Greenacres Estate with my husband. We have no children.”
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