Monday morning. I've never liked Monday mornings and this one was hardly different. The exception being that this morning I had made up an excuse about meeting a client outside the office and fed it to my boss so I could extend the weekend, spending a few hours in the coffee house down the street. I was the sole patron that morning and had huddled myself in the backroom, preferring an overstuffed chair and a book, to inane conversation with the owner. I had only settled myself when you walked through the door. I had been watching you for months, admitting to no one that you were the subject of my fantasies.
You glanced towards the back of the place. Our eyes met for just a brief moment, but my flushed face gave me away, I was sure. I buried myself in my book, trying to push thoughts of you from my head. I watched you as you slipped from my sight to order your drink, only to reappear making your way to the back room where I was sitting. You stopped in the doorway to ask, "Mind if I join you?" I nodded my head, no, while allowing my eyes to wash over your body. Choosing a chair in the corner opposite me, you sat where no one else could see you. I pretended to read as you arranged yourself and pulled out a book of your own. I watched you over the top of my book and felt the heat rush through my body as I wondered what it would feel like to have you inside me.
Spontaneously, I decided to test the waters. I lifted my head, looking to the front of the coffee house to see if anyone lese had arrived. Seeing that we were still the only customers, I slid my skirt up to mid-thigh. The summer heat had been excruciating and I had left my panties in the drawer that morning. I casually spread my legs wide and slid down slightly in my chair, giving you a perfect view of my glistening pussy lips. I picked up my book again so I could watch your reaction. You stare was blatant, but you made no move, so I pushed farther.
I moved my right hand to my pussy, and began to rub my clit. My body responded enthusiastically, I knew I'd leave a large wet spot on my chair when I got up. In what seemed like seconds, I came silently. It was only detectable by a slow blink of my eyes. Still pretending to read my book, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my own juice from my fingers. Lowering my book slightly, I looked right at you—your eyes were wide and, judging from the way you were rubbed the bulge in your pants, you had enjoyed my show.
Slowly, I put my book down and stood up. I walked across the room, leaned in close, and whispered in your ear, "Stand up. I want to move your chair." You stood and I swiveled your chair to face the corner, and said, " I'm going to sit down here. I want you to taste me." Again, I hiked my skirt up. You knelt in front of me, eyes swooping over me, settling on my bare breasts, just hidden behind a flimsy white shirt. Quickly your hands moved to the buttons, barely getting them undone before your mouth descended on my nipple.
