It was near closing time at a coffeeshop near campus, and Diane was rushing to cram in the rest of her studying before she headed out with her girlfriends. She had a major test in a couple of days, but was the sort of person who didn't let that get in the way of her fun. She was dressed in her best dancing outfit—a low cut halter dress that was tight around her chest and loose and flowing at her legs. A full-chested girl, she had no hesitation showing off a couple of her best assets. Tonight, however, she didn't realize quite how low her neckline dipped as she bent over her notes. But across the room, to his delight, someone else did.
Wearing his customary sunglasses even in the evening, Joe had just finished reading his newspaper. As he looked up, he couldn't help but notice the sexy student a couple of tables over from him. He took in her bronzed and curvaceous body, more rounded than the tiny college girls he usually saw in the shop. Her dark curls spilled over her bare back and shoulders as she hunched over papers. As his gaze fell on the deep cleavage revealed by her position, he felt his cock twitch.
Joe had always loved a woman's breasts more than any other part of her body, and here he was looking at a very full, soft, round set. The staff in the coffeeshop had turned up the air conditioning to try to get people to leave, and consequently her nipples had become unconsciously hard. The material stretched around the orbs, making their shape all but visible. I'm practically looking at her naked breasts! thought Joe. He was happy he was wearing his sunglasses—it meant he could look all he wanted and she would never be the wiser.
As he lusted over her, he thought of how long it had been since he had slept with a woman. Could it have been three months already? He was certainly not unattractive, he thought to himself. After all, he took good care of his body by working out regularly, and had often been complemented by women for his rugged face and deep green eyes. The past months had been hard on him, however—his work had been demanding long hours and he had been strapped for cash. Now that things were starting to look up, though, he was looking forward to getting back into the game. As he ran his hand through his dark hair, still looking at the woman across from him, he thought that this might be the night.
Diane heard a rustle of paper and looked up to see a man with sunglasses putting down his newspaper. Who wears sunglasses at night? she thought, even if he is really cute. She went back to her studies, but couldn't resist sneaking a peek at the man across from her after a little while. It seemed as if he was looking her way, but she couldn't be sure because of his sunglasses. It was then, as she glanced back down at her notes, that she suddenly became aware of how low her top had slipped. Blushing, she tried to fix it without being obvious, but it only slipped lower. She decided to just try to ignore it and finish studying. However, as she glanced up again at the man, he still appeared to be looking at her.
He's staring at my boobs! she realized with a start, embarrassed and excited all at once. By this time, she was having a very hard time concentrating on her work. She began to feel warm tingling between her thighs. Oh fuck it, she thought, I'll never finish studying like this. She left for the bathroom to bring herself off, thinking that after that she'd have a clear mind.
The men's bathroom was out of order, so the women's had been made into an impromptu 'unisex' bathroom, a sign on the door asking patrons to 'Please knock!' Hearing no reply when she knocked, Diane went inside the single-occupancy room.
Leaning up against the wall, she pulled up the folds of her dress with one hand so that it bunched at her waist. Her other hand reached inside her dress to pull on her painfully hard nipples. She gasped with the pleasure it gave her, continuing to roll the swollen nub between her fingers.
Her other hand rubbed over her mound outside her thong, bringing her a soft warm feeling. After massaging the outside, her hand pushed easily past the flimsy fabric into the damp curls. She dipped two fingers inside, feeling the unbelievable warmth and wetness. Her two fingers found her clit and started to slide over it.
She tried hard not to cry out as the pleasure from both hands began to intensify. Her fingers moved more quickly now, bringing her to that place she knew so well, of intense pleasure about to be released. Her knowledge of her body made it easy for her to come to this point. Her stifled gasps and moans were beginning to sound loud in the linoleum room, but she didn't care. The man looking at her, her knowledge of what he was thinking, made her so hot that she would have done almost anything to quench the longing between her thighs. Suddenly, she heard a knock at the door.
