Lady Sonia
03-25-2008, 08:00 AM
I sat in the Soho café with my laptop and my cappuccino… I didn’t even see him when he first came in, so absorbed as I checked my mail… As I typed I looked up over the top of my glasses as the area around the counter became busier… I caught sight of him balancing his coffee along with his coat and briefcase… I knew by the way he reached for it that the briefcase was a relatively new addition to his wardrobe. I suppressed a smile and continuing with my e-mail I watched him make his way to the seat next to me looking out of the window.
I was quite absorbed in my correspondence and I didn’t see him until he was crouched beside my chair picking up a napkin that had dropped. I laughed, being startled again and took the napkin from him. He looked at me, stayed where he was and ran his hand up my stocking covered leg. I was amazed and opened my legs to allow him further access. He plunged his finger into me, making me gasp. I was very grateful the café was too busy to notice our unusual interlude. He fucked me with his fingers as tried my best to keep my expression nonchalant. Trust me, that wasn’t easy. Most especially when he began to swirl his thumb on my clit. I felt myself flood his hand with my vaginal juices and I felt my orgasm begin. An orgasm I was having with a complete stranger. This thought sent electricity through my body and I found myself wanting him to push harder. He inserted another finger so that the girth of my vagina was stretched quite nicely. I loved the feeling of his two fingers moving in and out of me. I glanced out the window and around the café, and no one took any notice of us, as though we were a couple where he crouched to talk to me. The fact that I was being fingered in public was an incredible turn on.
I gasped and clapped my hand over my mouth as my orgasm began to wave inward from the base of my spine. I swayed against him, his hand never stopping, his expression that as though absorbed in something I’d said. To the rest of the patrons, we were merely a couple, engrossed in a conversation. Yet only a few minor words had passed between us. I felt myself coming hard and my juices flooded his hand. He took hold of a napkin, kissed me on the lips and stood, wiping his hand as though having spilled coffee across it.
His erection strained against the material of his trousers and I asked him if he wanted me to take care of that for him. He said he’d rather not. He felt it would serve his mistress better, should he reserve his “seed” for her. I laughed out loud and took a sip of my coffee. Indeed, still waters ran more than deep. I knew I wanted his cock and would seek to make it so. I asked if he frequented the café and he said he did. He wished me a good day and left the shop.
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I was quite absorbed in my correspondence and I didn’t see him until he was crouched beside my chair picking up a napkin that had dropped. I laughed, being startled again and took the napkin from him. He looked at me, stayed where he was and ran his hand up my stocking covered leg. I was amazed and opened my legs to allow him further access. He plunged his finger into me, making me gasp. I was very grateful the café was too busy to notice our unusual interlude. He fucked me with his fingers as tried my best to keep my expression nonchalant. Trust me, that wasn’t easy. Most especially when he began to swirl his thumb on my clit. I felt myself flood his hand with my vaginal juices and I felt my orgasm begin. An orgasm I was having with a complete stranger. This thought sent electricity through my body and I found myself wanting him to push harder. He inserted another finger so that the girth of my vagina was stretched quite nicely. I loved the feeling of his two fingers moving in and out of me. I glanced out the window and around the café, and no one took any notice of us, as though we were a couple where he crouched to talk to me. The fact that I was being fingered in public was an incredible turn on.
I gasped and clapped my hand over my mouth as my orgasm began to wave inward from the base of my spine. I swayed against him, his hand never stopping, his expression that as though absorbed in something I’d said. To the rest of the patrons, we were merely a couple, engrossed in a conversation. Yet only a few minor words had passed between us. I felt myself coming hard and my juices flooded his hand. He took hold of a napkin, kissed me on the lips and stood, wiping his hand as though having spilled coffee across it.
His erection strained against the material of his trousers and I asked him if he wanted me to take care of that for him. He said he’d rather not. He felt it would serve his mistress better, should he reserve his “seed” for her. I laughed out loud and took a sip of my coffee. Indeed, still waters ran more than deep. I knew I wanted his cock and would seek to make it so. I asked if he frequented the café and he said he did. He wished me a good day and left the shop.
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