I lead a simple life. I have a job that allows me to work from home on my schedule.

I have a small apartment over a coffee shop. At 6 am in the morning, I can always smell the sweet aroma of coffee as it rises out of the shop below.

My daily schedule typically has me sitting down in the coffee shop, enjoying a cup or two before I begin my day.

On the day in question, I’m sitting near the front window. There are tables along the window, but I prefer not being next to them.

A young woman came and sat down in front of me, next to the window. As she slowly sipped her coffee, she began to peruse her phone. The thing was that I could see exactly what she was looking at as it was reflecting on the window behind her.

I had my tablet on the table in front of me. I appeared to be reading something on my device, despite being able to see the reflection. We’d occasionally look up at the same time, and she’d always give me a nice smile.

For forty-five minutes, she continually looked at nude images of men. Chiseled, rugged, business-like, etc. All the images depicted men in various stages of nudity.

Her offhand, when not sipping coffee, had dropped to her thigh and was caressing the skin underneath. It would travel the length from near her knee to the point of slipping under her loose-fitting gray sweater dress.

To say the situation had become distracting would be an understatement.

Eventually, I stood, and she immediately looked at me. I stepped forward and told her, “The images you’ve been staring at have been reflected in the window behind you. Watching you caressing your thigh has actually been quite exciting. I live above this shop and would enjoy watching you further should you like to continue your show.” I smiled and then walked toward the back of the store.

I looked back and could see that she had watched me making my exit. When she caught my eye, she smiled and nodded.

I watched as she grabbed her things and began walking my way. A broad smile on her face.

She stood about 5’6” tall, and she weighed between 110 and 115 pounds. Her brown hair draped down to her shoulder blades. The dress ended mid-thigh, with a zipper up the front of it. She wore two-inch heeled sandals.

She seemed to glide as she walked, but her legs were those of a runner.

When she saddled alongside me, she spoke to me. “I’m intrigued to hear more about what you were seeing and in what ways it excited you.”

I winked and turned towards the staircase to my apartment. I offered to allow her to ascend the stairs ahead of me. She smiled and said, “Enjoy the view.”

I followed her as I walked up the stairs. The sweater dress hugged her ass quite well. I made sure to walk a few steps lower to get the best view and could see quite a ways up her thighs. As she got to the top of the stairs, a hand came down to the back of her dress and raised it higher. I had a short but clear view of a thong held between two taut ass cheeks. I could also see a clear gap between her thighs.

I instructed her that the door was open and to let herself inside.

As she walked into my apartment, I was glad that I kept it immaculate. She dropped her stuff onto a nearby chair and then turned toward me. “Where shall we have our conversation?”

I pointed to a bar area on the other side of the room. Here, multiple barstools were placed. It would allow her to sit high and allow her legs to dangle down. I could either sit at the bar with her or take a seat on a nearby couch.

She walked over and hoisted herself up onto the barstool. She then pointed to the nearby couch. “I think it's best you sit there.”

As I took a seat where she had directed, she licked her lips and said, “So tell me, Tom. I’ll call you Tom, if you don’t mind, as you were kind of my Peeping Tom this morning. What did you see?”

Smiling at her, I said, “I saw a beautiful woman sit down in front of me at a nearby window. I then watched as she perused numerous pictures of nude men. She didn’t know that her phone was reflecting on the window behind her. Image after image was slid before her. Some were partly clad, while others were not only nude but also in various stages of erections. I watched as you began to caress your thigh. Slowly and discreetly at first. I watched as you looked around to see if you were noticed. Then your hand rose higher on your thigh until the fingertips slipped under the sweater material. I could tell that your fingertip must have reached your labia as you silently closed your eyes momentarily. I could see your nostril flare. You then began to only look at fully nude men. Men with full erections. My guess is that your panties were becoming very wet at this point. At this moment, I considered offering you the opportunity to do more than what was possible in the coffee shop. I’d give you the option to caress it more openly. I would like to do it in a way that allows me to watch.

She smiled. “Tom, you are mostly correct. I had a feeling that someone was watching. It was exciting me to put on a show—of sorts. When you made yourself known, and this opportunity became available, it was not something that I was going to walk away from. Ground rules first. You undress first. I will do so in time. No touching. Just watching. We’ll see what, if anything, after that. Agreed?”

I rose and began to slowly undress. After kicking off my shoes and socks, her eyes followed my hands as I opened buttons. First, I removed my shirt, and then I unfastened the clasp of my pants.

I slowly slid the zipper down until it was fully open. I stepped out of them and placed them on top of the rest of my clothes. Now I stood only in my briefs.

My cock had risen and was making itself known against the material. I hooked my fingers in the waistband and lowered them down. While not as large as some of the men she had been looking at, genetics had been beneficial to me. I am close to seven inches in length but quite thick.

She smiled as I sat down in front of her. My cock is pointing towards the ceiling.

Now it was her turn.

She smiled and reached down to each of her ankles. She slowly began to caress her legs while inching higher. Her eyes were always ensuring that I was watching.

As her hands reached her knees, they began to widen. The dress was riding higher upon her thighs. One hand covered the apex of her thighs while the other slid the dress up.

“Tom, are you enjoying what you are seeing?”

I nodded.

“Tom, touch yourself.”

I wrapped a hand around my member and very slowly began to stroke it.

“That’s good, Tom. Don’t come… not yet, at least.”

She then stood, and her fingers went to the top of her dress's zipper. She made a big production of finding the tab and inching it down minute by minute, making it excruciating to watch.

As it passed her breasts, a lacy bra came into view. It matched the color of the thong I had seen earlier. As the zipper reached her midriff, she turned around and bent over, showcasing her backside. The dress had risen high on her thighs, revealing the small globes of her ass.

She rose and turned around to grasp the zipper once again. This time, she slid it down and opened the dress. I could now see a matching lace bra and thong set. Both are minimal in material.

Her nipples were quite erect and pushing forward into the lace. The front of her thong had slid between two very swollen labia. There was a sparkle in her eyes as she saw my cock flex.

She then reached toward the front clasp and released her breasts. After shrugging her bra off of her shoulders, she turned and bent over once more. Her thumbs hooked the panties and, with immense drama, drew them down her thighs.

Her ass was magnificent. Everything from her small brown star to her fully engorged lips was now on display. Arousal was coating the inside of her thighs.

She once again turned to face me. As she slid back onto the seat in front of me, she said, “Do you want to watch my fingers as they caress my pussy? Tell me, Tom.”

“Yes, I want to watch you finger your sweet pussy.”

She used one hand to fully expose her feminine flower to me. She had large, meaty petals that were spread lewdly before me. Her second hand dipped down, and a finger began to seek out the engorged button.

Her eyes now became focused on my swollen cock and how I was slowly stroking it.

“Yes, Tom. Stroke it while watching me masturbate in front of you.”

My hand slowly stroked the shaft up and down while watching her fingers quicken their pace.

“Damn, Tom. I’m so damn wet. You’re watching me; it excites me to hell.”

I squeeze the shaft, and some pre-cum oozes out of the opening and runs down my hand.

She falls to her knees in front of me, and her tongue extends out to lick it before it drips onto the floor.

I release my fingers from the shaft, and her hand immediately takes my place. She starts stroking it up and down. Her tongue slithers out whenever a drop or two seeps out of the crown.

I can see that her fingers are still working between her thighs.

She looks up at me, and our eyes lock onto each other. Without releasing the gaze, she rises and straddles my hips. Her fingers direct the crown to her opening. When it is properly aligned with her channel, she drops her weight.

“Keep looking into my eyes, Tom.”

My shaft has been fully immersed inside her abdomen. She begins to ride me like she’s riding a horse. First a trot, then a canter, then a gallop, ending with a winning run at a barrel race. Between the up and down movements, she is rubbing her clitoris along the shaft.

Her hands have grasped my shoulders, and her nails have embedded themselves deep in my flesh.

“Tom, damn, I need this. I’m going to ride your cock like you’ve never been before.”

All of a sudden, her back arches, her head falls back, her neck muscles are taut, and she lets out a loud wail. Her body convulses, and her vaginal muscles clamp down. This causes my cock to begin to swell even more.

She opens her eyes just in time to feel my seed being unloaded deep into her cervix. Again and again, my genetic material begins to seek out her eggs.

She slumps forward onto my chest in exhaustion, with my hands holding onto her hips.

When my shaft withers enough to fall out of her, she begins to come about. I can feel our coupled fluids dripping out onto my thighs.

She gets a sheepish look on her face and slowly rises. She walks over to her dress and wraps it around her while pulling up the zipper. She steps into her sandals, grabs her lingerie, and walks toward the door.

“I need to go, Tom.”

She opens the door and out she goes.

I laugh to myself. We have no clue what each other’s real name might actually be.