The coffee shop glowed, front window framed by a string of amber lights. It reflected on the shimmering pavement, the already over-green town draped in its usual overcast cloak. I sat alone, nestled against a rain-flecked window, a faded copy of Being And Nothingness resting beside my equally patient, steaming cup. Beneath the table, my fingertips played along my thigh.
The white noise of boiling tea kettles and trickling brew made me soften. The leisure mumble of two other customers made my panties wet. I inhaled the warm aroma of my neighborhood coffee joint on a slow Thursday evening, time permitting me a moment to indulge the need that underlined my identity.
I found the notion utterly fascinating; those around me entirely unaware that their presence turned me on. Inviting others to watch was easy enough. Sometimes it was obliviousness I craved.
Ava understood it. Masters of our own perception.
The first time I met her, I had a glass plug snug inside me, my ass clenching it as she shook my hand. When I told her about it later, she blushed redder than a poppy blossom. She always said I opened her mind. That with me, she felt free.
I thought of her then, fingers inching up my skirt. When I brushed against my bare inner labia, soft as a breath, I gasped.
The two women chatting two tables behind me didn’t notice, the barista somewhere in the back. Even the low lull of Asleep on the counter-top-radio excited me. Without walls, privacy willingly abandoned, I spread my knees another inch and slowly pushed a single finger deep in my slippery pussy.
My inner muscles contracted around it. I didn’t move for a moment, feeling my warm inner flesh, drawing out that first touch. I was tight inside myself, my upright position not meant for penetration. Keeping my arm still, I shut my eyes, reveling in the feel of my smooth sex. I imagined Ava was feeling me. Considering my hand in the second person, pretending it wasn’t wired to my thoughts but someone else’s, someone dying to get me off in this quiet little coffee shop.
I held onto my moan and let out an exhale, the tip of my finger beginning to twitch. Opening my eyes to ascertain I didn’t have an active audience, I started to play with my g-spot. Bumping it with the pad of my finger, stroking it, teasing it. My hips shifted on the seat, and to counteract the movement, I tilted my head, pretending to stretch my neck.
The droplets against the window occasionally connected and streaked down the glass as I watched, masturbating myself. My arm held steady, nothing but the movement of my hand from the knuckles down.
A duality in my vision, I watched erotic movies in my head filter over rain rippling on asphalt: Ava’s wide blue eyes looking up at me as she sucked my clit for the first time. We were in a theater. I had taken her to a late showing of Some Like It Hot; the cinema on Main featuring classic Hollywood films every Tuesday night. We’d had a conversation the night before about my sexual preferences.
She leaned over the armrest to whisper, asking if it would excite me to fool around right then and there. I was as shocked as I was thrilled. When I answered, “Fuck yes,” she smiled, got onto the floor between me and the next row of seats, and lifted my skirt. I watched her focus on my glistening skin. How she leaned in, offered her tongue, and licked me long and slow as her ocean eyes feigned innocence.
Back in the coffee shop, the atmosphere, my thoughts, and my touch brought me to another level. Fondling my sex in the peripheral of society.
I risked a glance over my shoulder, ensuring the women behind me were still immersed in their talk. My hand moved a little faster, then, came to an instant halt when the little bell above the door rang as someone entered.
In the brief moment the door was ajar, the smell and sound of rain filled the room. He was tall. A gentleman dressed in a wool coat, black scarf hanging over his broad shoulders. I picked up my mug, other hand still buried deep in my swollen peach as he passed. I sensed his gaze, and the moment he was behind me, my hand again came to life.