Michael watched Kate walk gracefully away, and disappear into one of the two bathroom doors at the far end of the hallway leading deep into the rear of the cafΓ©. He continued to stare down the hallway as he slowly brought his hand up from under the table and picked up a napkin; before casually bringing it to his lips. Not that his lips needed a napkin; he only went through the motions in order to bring the fingers that had moments ago caressed Kate's moist panties, up to his nose; where he let them linger for a few seconds as the napkin covered his lips. He inhaled slowly. Yes, there was Kate's scent, so sweet and earthy. He brought his hand down and slid it back under the table, where he was forced to carefully adjust the position of his hardening cock trapped beneath the material of his pants.
Kate entered the bathroom and quickly locked the door before reaching under her skirt. She felt the wet silk clinging to the lips of her pussy as she peeled them down. She didn't think she had ever been wetter, and she wondered how it would feel to walk back out there with the cool air teasing her swollen clit. She found the idea a bit frightening, but also exciting. Michael had touched her, and she was sure she wanted and needed more before this first meeting was over.
She stepped out of her panties and folded the silk into the palm of one hand. There wasn't that much material; they were thongs after all. They fit her palm nicely, but she could feel how wet they were with her juices. She thought about giving them to him, and felt her nipples harden and send little messages of need down to the hunger growing between her thighs. She balled the damp material in her fist, took a deep breath, and unlocked the door; before walking as slowly as her eyes, fixed on Michael at the table, would let her.
Michael smiled as he saw Kate approach. He watched her sit gracefully beside him as he smiled at her.
"Welcome back, love. I trust you have gotten a hand on your composure?"
Kate's sly smile added a secretive tone to her reply, "Yes, Michael, I have everything in hand as you ordered."
The newspaper hanging from the table continued to hide the lovers' game from the eyes of the cafΓ©'s few other clients, so no one else saw Michael's hand move slowly up the soft skin of Kate's thigh. They might have seen her eyes looking into his. They might have seen the surprise on his face when his hand encountered hers as it got closer to what he yearned to touch. They might have seen the passion on the faces of both when Kate's small fingers caressed his larger palm as she let the silk fall into place there. They would never know the reason for the obvious love that they could see, or for the depth of the passion that they could not see. Perhaps even the lovers themselves could not see the reason, or the need for any.
"I am pleased, Kate. Your ability to give never ceases to amaze me." Michael said as he folded his fingers over the silk and brought his closed hand up to the napkin resting on the table. He covered that hand with his other, and deftly moved the napkin over the damp crushed silk of Kate's panties; before taking both napkin and panties back into his hand. He never took his eyes off Kate's as he slowly brought the panties, now hidden by the napkin, up to his lips.
Kate's eyes widened as she watched. She could feel the wetness between her legs beginning to escape from the folds of her swollen pussy and slowly slide lower.
Michael held the panties just in front of his lips as he took a visible deep breath and commented, "I don't think I have ever enjoyed the aroma in a cafΓ© so much."
"It must be the special blend here," Kate replied quickly. She was finding it increasingly difficult to sit still. She desperately wanted to fold her leg under her so that she could feel the pressure of her heel against the ache in her pussy, but she knew that wasn't what she really needed. She wanted more than that now.