I opened the heavy old oak door to the quaint coffee shop on Bishops Street around 13:50 and stepped inside. The Sunlight shone through the small windows, casting the room in a subtle, somewhat eerie yellow glow. I noticed the noise level drop dramatically as the sound of cars and buses passing by faded; the multitude of strangers who had hurried around me were gone, replaced by the idle chatter of the half-dozen customers. The espresso machine hissed and spurted as jugs of milk were steamed and coffees were poured, cups and saucers clattering as drinks were made and served.
The small cafe had a variety of tables and chairs, evenly spread around the room, with three booths along the back wall. They were all close enough to be cosy but far enough apart to be semi-private. I quickly scan the room to make sure my table and the end booth are vacant. Then, as I join the small queue to order, I send you a quick text to let Kitty know they are. I smile at the pretty young girl behind the counter as she asks me for payment. “That will be £3.50,” she says politely. I scroll through my phone to find my wallet, click the buttons, and tap my screen against the machine on the counter. I pick up my latte, then turn to collect a packet of Raw brown sugar and a spoon.
Each time I walk into the old room, it reminds me of our very first time there. How we stumbled across that small coffee shop on a dreary Wednesday afternoon in pouring rain, laughing as we practically fell through the doorway in our wet clothes, my jacket held above our heads to protect us from the weather. However, things were about to change. We made our way to a table near the window and sat down with our hot drinks.
Then I witnessed your face change; you shifted slightly and took a second look. A better look: you gently nudged me with your elbow to get my attention. We had never discussed voyeurism, but here we were, both of us mesmerised by the sight in front of us. It clearly was going to have a lasting effect.
The way we had discreetly watched the middle-aged couple in that end booth, secretly masturbating each other, his fingers were clearly deep inside her as her hand frantically stroked his cock. Kitty was mesmerised. They both seemed to cum at the same time, her face contorted, and her eyes rolled back, as a stream of cum erupted from the tip of his cock. They must have known we were watching. Well, at least the woman knew the guy was not looking in our direction. The way she had looked over at Kitty with that sheepish grin. Her fingers covered in his cum, licking them clean. We could both see the globs of white semen covering her hand. He was oblivious that we were there, watching. When she had finished, she leaned across the table and kissed him, passing him a tongue full of cum.
I was getting excited; I knew you would soon be there, in that booth, recreating that scene for me. You had been so horny that first time. The way you had discreetly touched yourself, slipping your hand into your stretchy Lycra pants beneath the table. Watching the couple as you dipped your fingertips between your sodden pussy lips. Then removing your hand, showing me how wet you had become. The woman seemed to watch you as you pushed your fingers into my mouth, a glimmer of approval on her face. I sucked your fingers clean, savouring the taste. As the fingers on your free hand sqoze my cock, the lump evident in my jeans stretching along my left thigh. How hard I had been with the palm of your hand rubbing and stroking me. My cock straining against my jeans. How I had not cum was astonishing. Then, after the couple had left, we forgot all about our drinks and practically ran back to my apartment; the sex was so raw and passionate it was amazing.
That is why we are back here today, I told myself. Kitty knows I like to watch her with other men and hear her stories; she teases me when I am away. She tells me all about her dates and sometimes shows me pictures. But then I have to delete them in case my wife finds them.
I sit in my usual seat by the window, and I wait, listening for the sound of the old-fashioned storekeeper's brass bell hanging on the door. This, of course, would signal to the barista that another customer had arrived. It would also indicate to me that you had arrived with your new friend, Tony. The cafe was relatively quiet for a Friday afternoon; I took this as a positive. The last thing we wanted was to be harassed by other customers or staff, hurrying us for our tables and seats.
I turned slightly as I heard the bell ring, and watched in amazement as you seemed to float into the room through the small doorway. Tony had to stoop slightly to enter, as the entrance was quite low. I saw you holding his hand, and giggling at something he had just said. Your lightweight pale yellow summer dress clung to your body, emphasising your curves. Your breasts bounced slightly as you walked, and the split at the front wafted open, exposing your bare thighs as you walked past me. Turning ever so slowly, so as not to alert your date, you looked down at me and smiled, winking. I allowed a small grin and nodded my approval.
You broke your hold on his hand and walked towards the booth. I watched Tony stop and stare at your bottom sway as you walked away. A hint of jealousy overcame me, but I quickly returned my gaze to you as you sat down, facing me. You smiled and grinned, then blew me a kiss, spreading your legs slightly. Unfortunately, the area was too dark for me to see anything, so I just smiled back.
Tony returned a few minutes later and placed two cups of hot, steaming coffee on the table. He squeezed into the booth and sat down next to you. I watched intently as you leaned forward and kissed him gently. Then, with bated breath, I gasped slightly as you placed his hand on your thigh, holding it for a few minutes, before telling him what you wanted. I saw you whisper in his ear. Then watched as you released his hand, letting His fingertips slide through the split in your dress. Your head turned again ever so slightly, and our eyes locked across the room. You smile when you see me watching; the tip of your tongue slowly licks your lips. Then, I notice a subtle change in your expression. I glance down and notice his hand is now inside your dress. I can clearly see movement as you ease your thighs apart. “Are you wearing any underwear“ I ask silently. My lips move to ask the question, but without making a sound. You nod your head.
I quickly scan the room. Nobody else is paying you or me any attention; they are all too busy in their own little worlds to care, but I care. I can see and watch. I see his head move, and his lips start to kiss your neck. Your head shifts slightly to the right, allowing his tender kisses on your soft, sensitive skin.
I feel my cock stiffening as I sip my coffee, resisting the urge to touch myself while watching your face, my phone in hand, snapping a few pictures for you to look at later. I imagine Tony's fingers now gently rubbing your smooth pussy lips through your soft cotton panties, soaking his fingertips in the wet stain that would surely now be there.
Tony slipped his hand beneath your skirt, sliding in gently and rubbing his fingertips along your thigh. His fingers found a moist spot on your panties, which he started to rub. He coated his fingertips with the slick juice that had oozed from between your lips. He heard you moan softly as he was gently caressing and seeking your clit, coaxing it out from beneath its fleshy hood. His fingers slipped around the material and started to apply pressure to your sodden hot hole. “I can’t believe how tight you are,” he whispered in Kitty’s ear as his lips planted small kisses on your neck, working his fingers gently, slowly, as you inadvertently spread your legs.
Then I see you gasp; I notice your nipples instantly harden, poking at the front of your dress. I knew at that moment Tony had slipped a finger inside you, maybe too. I'd elicited that response many times.
Damn, I say to myself. If I were only closer, I would be able to hear you, your soft breathing, the gasps and moans, as Tony starts to finger you beneath the table. He must be touching your g-spot. I notice your eyes roll back slightly, and I see you grip the cushion. God, it must be hard not to scream. I can see your hand reach for his cock, squeezing and rubbing it through his pants.
His hand slips out from beneath the table, and I watch as he rubs his glistening fingertips along your lips; your mouth opens slightly, and your tongue starts licking them before greedily sucking them into your mouth. He leans over and kisses you again, tasting your pussy juice on your lips. Tony shifts and whispers in your ear. If only I could hear what he was saying, I think to myself.
Tony whispers, “Take off your panties, and hand them to me”. I see Kitty grinning, then attempt to stand. I watch as Tony places a hand on your arm, shakes his head, and says, “Take them off here.” Kitty looks at Tony, then sits down. I watch as she squirms in her seat, then bends forward and slips each leg and foot out of the thin cotton material. I click a few pictures on my phone, then watch in awe as she passes him her panties. He holds them to his nose and breathes in deeply. Her scent is delightful, intoxicating, I know.
He leans back slightly in his seat and seems to be sucking the gusset of Kitty’s panties. Kitty leans over and unfastens his pants. I watch her hand as she pulls out his large cock then see her smile. He just looks at her in amazement as she starts to wank him off. Her fingers can barely stretch around its girth. She looks Tony in the eye and, with a sultry voice, says, “Next time I am going to suck that big cock of yours, then sit on it,”. He must be grinning; he relaxes and leans back.
It’s amazing how no one else can see, only me. Kitty knows how much I like to watch her. She smiles at me again.
She looks into Tony’s eyes as her hand moves up and down. He passes her panties back and tells her to wrap them around his shaft.
I watch as she does this. My camera switches to video mode, capturing every movement. Her hand moves faster and faster, as Tony tenses up. Then Kitty suddenly stops and removes her hand from his cock, places it on her cup, and takes a sip of her coffee.
She looks at Tony, then at me and grins. I see her lips moving; Kitty tells him to finish himself off, “I want to watch you, as you cum in my panties, fill them up, then pass them back to me.” Kitty leans back, puts one hand beneath the table, lifts her dress slightly, then eases two fingers into herself, gripping her fingers with her tight, hot pussy. She looks at Tony and, in a forceful tone, says, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
I see Tony grip his cock wrapped in Kitty’s underwear and start stroking. I hear, then see, the waitress milling around, clearing some off the tables. I hope she doesn’t interrupt them, I think to myself. Then, thankfully, the bell above the door chimes again, signalling more customers; the girl finishes wiping the table and returns to take their orders.
Kitty removes her hand, her sodden, dripping fingers, and offers them to Tony. “Cum for me,” she says. “Cum as you lick my fingers, cum as you taste me.” She teases him a little first, watching his face as he wanks himself off. She places her fingers against his lips, then she slips them into his mouth. A wave of jealousy again; she knows I love sucking her fingers.
Tony’s hand moved frantically beneath the table, then stopped. I could see his body spasm slightly as he filled Kitty’s panties with his cum. Kitty grinned, looked deep into his eyes as she moved her hand onto his, gripping the base of his cock, then slipping the cotton panties up and off his shrinking cock. He watched her every move as he casually pushed it back into his pants and fastened them.
Kitty lifted the panties to her face now to inspect them. The cum was clearly oozing through the material. She looked over at me, then flicked her tongue out, catching a large glob of cum that was about to fall out. She played with it for a second on her tongue before swallowing. Then she moved her hands back between her legs and stuffed the panties into her sodden pussy. The seat must have been soaking. She then casually finished her coffee, said, “Thank you, Tony. That was fun. Call me soon." Then slid out of the booth and walked over to me.
“I have something for you.” Kitty's fingers grazed over my lips as she grinned. She walked towards the door and left the shop. I looked over at Tony, who was somewhat taken aback. I shrugged, smiled, then got up and followed her quickly.
