She had only taken two steps out of the coffee shop when a thought crossed her mind. She turned and went back in. She could feel her pussy getting wet. By chance, there was a seat directly opposite the hot guy who smiled as she sat down and placed her cup on the table.

She spread her lycra clad thighs and slid her right hand down between her legs, allowing her fingers to stroke her clit over her yoga pants. She looked directly into his eyes and watched as he mimicked her.

Thank god the coffee shop was empty.