XO Erotica

She liked this place. The wifi worked well, the drinks and service were good. It was a great rest from life and a good place to study. She’d come in on a Monday for a couple hours to get some work done. She sat in the back, a cold Italian creme soda on the table. She had her laptop open and was occasionally losing her concentration on those coming in to order.

She glanced up to catch some movement and saw him. He stood out in the room easily. He was a big guy, dark suit, shaved head. He looked out of place in this place, but not uneasy.

He saw her as well. He met her quick glance and locked onto her eyes. She had planned only a cursory glance his way but he looked right at her. She couldn’t look away and he didn’t. They both stared at each other, eye to eye.

This wasn’t a normal interaction between st. She couldn’t turn away. His gaze didn’t change till she inadvertently moved and recrossed her legs. Her short skirt drew his attention away from her eyes. Her legs were beautiful and now he openly stared at her legs. She uncrossed them again, and slowly opened legs for him. She wasn’t wearing panties and and have him a full view of her neatly trimmed pussy…

She opened herself to him. She’s not even sure if anyone else in the place noticed, but he sure did. It was brief, only a few seconds but she was shocked at her boldness. As she recrossed her legs, she looked back up at him and his eyes were back on hers. He turned to the clerk and ordered his tea. As he waited, he turned back to her and again looked into her eyes. His drink was finished and he took it and walked to the table right in front of her and sat down, facing her. She glanced up from her computer and saw his eyes again.

He was looking directly at her and she felt her pulse quicken. She was now flustered. He was so close. Maybe 7 or 8 feet right in front of her. He looked into her eyes, then he looked down at her legs, dangling perfectly from her skirt. Her legs were crossed tightly and she squeezed her thighs together, putting pressure on her clitoris and a brief pulse of pleasure.

She looked around and nobody was paying attention so she looked back at her computer screen and again opened her legs. Her knees slowly drifted apart.. an inch, another inch, eventually almost a foot apart. She glanced around absentmindedly and nobody was seeing her but him. She leaned back in her chair a bit and rolled her hips forward slightly causing her lips to part a bit.

He was frozen.

She subtly brushed her hand across the top of her thigh and as he watched, she slipped her hand up the inside of her leg to her vulva. Nobody watched except him. She looked him in the eye and brushed her hand over her vaginal lips, pausing to pay special attention to her clit. She felt every nerve in her body tingle. She could have lept across the room with the pent up energy and sheer voltage in her body.

But she slowly massaged her pussy now. Only for him. She saw his breath quicken and a look of sublime peace on his face. It was his show and it was her pleasure to perform.

She looked around the coffeehouse but still, the only eyes on her were his. And they were burning through her. She felt weak and powerful at the same time. Her knees would squeeze together on their own, pressing her hand against her vulva, then they’d open again. She started a familiar rhythm and would let a finger slip between her lips into her wetness, moving moisture up and down the length of her lips. Now she saw him move. A hand slipped off the table to squeeze his cock through the silk of his suit. She could see the outline of his cock through the material.

She felt in a daze, losing her grip on where she was and what she was doing. She wanted to leap on him tear out his cock and impale herself on it. She wanted to scream out in final release as the world faded away.

These visuals flooded her as she brought herself to a quick orgasm. Her thighs clamped shut as she came, her fingers pressed hard against her clit. She shuddered as she looked into his eyes, both of them feeling a shock of release and anticipation at the same time.

As soon as she was done, she got scared. what had she just done, in a public place, with a total stranger? She brushed down her dress and tried to look nonchalant, nervously looking around the room. Still nobody had noticed but him.

Now he picked up his tea and walked over to her table, pulled out a chair and sat in front of her.

He leaned forward, taking her still trembling hand in his. His hands were large and warm. He brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her fingers, taking in her scent. He opened his lips and led her finger into his mouth, tasting her intimate secrets.

He then leaned forward and kissed her neck.

“I think we have much to share” were his words.