I am sitting in a coffee shop, absentmindedly staring out the window, sucking on the end of a pencil with a blank sketchpad lying open in front of me. Daydreaming, not thinking about anything in particular just enjoying the calm and the peace of the day. I haven't touched my coffee in ages and you know my mind is elsewhere. You've been watching me.
You're on your lunch break no doubt. The suit gives you away, you don't belong in a place like this and the other patrons realize you must work in the tall iron and glass building two blocks up, I however am oblivious. You've seen me once before, leaning on a pole waiting for the bus. My head down, eyes down cast, you asked me for the time as you hurried past but stopped when you heard me mumble "6:30 Sir" my eyes never lifting, to meet your gaze, my voice soft. You stopped as though you picked up on something, something buried within my personality but unsure of yourself you walked on.
Now as you sit studying me from a corner across the room you are sure your instincts are right. To someone who knows what to look for my mannerisms just give it away and although it is midday, the coffee shop is crowded and this could end so badly you chance it and stand up.
You are a focused hunter, you have selected your prey and with every deliberate step across the room your eyes drink me in. You see me in snapshots in your mind. First the heels. Snap. Classic black 3 inch heels, to an untrained eye just sensible dress shoes but the skinny heel says more. You take another step and focus on my legs. Snap. I simple silver anklet on my right leg, toned caves and slightly bruised knees, this makes you smile. You continue walking. Snap. A simple black kneel length skirt, plain design but accentuated by the way it hugs my hips and waist visible even as I sit there, still oblivious to the fact that I am trapped. I simple white tank top hugs my breasts and exposes my neck. The thin straps that rest on my shoulder offer no protection and you decide that is where you will strike.
You are behind me now, and with no words and no hesitation you put your right on my shoulder, your touch is heavy and controlling and you feel my body stir, awaken from the daydream I look up at you. Snap the imagine will remain seared into your mind. Slightly parted lips, startled by your presences. Wide hazel eyes looking up at you questioningly. You lock my eyes in your controlling stare and something tells me to lower my gaze. When I do you smile and it's the sound of your dark chuckle that makes my eyes finally rise to meet yours again. You tilt your head to the chair opposite me and I nod, unable to speak in your presence. As you move to sit down the table shifts slightly and my shoulder aches with the sudden withdrawal of your touch.
You take my right hand in yours and smile at me, again my eyes drop without reason but it feels somehow wrong to look at you. My mind is screaming inside, strangers are bad, get up, leave... but my body ignores my thoughts. You watch me, enjoying my inner conflict, you can read me and you know that you will win and that I want you.
I can't fight my thoughts as I feel my legs open a little, my body is telling me to give myself over to you and I can't stop it. Your other hand skillfully slips beneath the table stroking my knee, slowing caressing higher and higher. I panic momentarily thinking someone might see but as I look around the coffee shop I realize no one is watching we are unseen. I spread my knees a little wider and push my hips further forward to the edge of my seat. Your hand now lifts my right hand and you touch your lips to the center of my palm while at the same moment your fingers between my thighs find my clit and gently stroke it. I gasp and my body jerks at your assault.