Ivone uncrossed her legs and discreetly moved them apart. She knew the guy had been watching her for a few minutes.
The coffee shop was packed with waitresses in tight black skirts, white shirts, and red bow ties circulating from table to table with silver trays in their hands or taking orders.
She did not recognize the person sitting at the adjacent table, dressed in a brown suit and black tie, with gray hair, who appeared to be in his forties.
He couldn't take his eyes off her, even accompanied by a girl. Girlfriend, or maybe the daughter?
The situation was thrilling, which was exactly what she enjoyed. All of this was happening amid a crowd, increasing the risk of being exposed.
The man became agitated upon noticing that she was not wearing her panties. Ivone chuckled as she sipped her hot coffee, leaving traces of her lilac lipstick on the rim of the cup.
The man ran his hand along the middle of his pants, an instinctive gesture that made him look around, suspicious that someone might have noticed his indecent behavior.
Except for Ivone, of course. The girlfriend noticed something unusual in the man's expression. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, but he shook his head in denial. He frowned but remained silent.
The young woman, with an Asian face, small eyes, and straight black hair over half her forehead, looked away.
She shouldn't be a daughter, Ivone thought. Girlfriend, lover? Maybe. The young woman appeared to be in her early twenties and crossed her legs under the chair. Ivone noticed the soles of her boots and how her feet wiggled restlessly. The girl's ponytail reached down to the middle of her back.
Ivone went back to sipping her coffee and took a bite of her croissant. She glanced towards the figure sitting three meters away and noticed him smoothing his hair.
She was chewing and he was smoothing his penis. Ivone laughed at his impudence and the man did the same, moving his lips subtly.
It was a discreet exchange of glances, an audacious flirtation. Ivone placed her finger between her lips and licked it with the tongue.
The man gasped as Ivone shamelessly spread her legs, revealing her vagina.
She carefully pulled up her skirt to touch her wet vulva. The man didn't expect it, his bulge grew inside his pants, and his eyebrows moved as if he were startled.
One of the waitresses crossed in front of them, blocking the view. Another waitress approached and placed a glass of milkshake on her table.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle!"
"Bonjour."
"Anything else?"
"No, that's all. Merci."
Her heart raced, her finger got wet, her pussy heated up. It was orgasmic, perverted, terribly indecent. Ivone enjoyed engaging in public masturbation as a provocative act.
The situation became even more interesting when she noticed that someone had observed her lewd behavior.
The girlfriend kicked the horny man's foot. She said something and he looked innocent. The man feigned indignation and looked in the other direction, running his hand through his gray hair.
The young woman became more agitated, looking around as if she were looking for someone. Ivone withdrew her finger and closed her legs.
She pretended to be interested in the new biography of Simone de Beauvoir that she had bought before reaching the coffee shop.
Three meters away, she heard the sound of cutlery and plates being pushed across the table. She didn't dare to look at what happened. Followed the discussion with her ears as she leafed through the book. Until she heard a single word in the jealous young woman's voice.
"Merde!"
Ivone heard the dragging of chairs and the hurried tread of the girl's boot. She looked up, holding the page of the book between her fingers. The man looked frightened, his eyes bulging, his mouth open, even his hair disheveled.