Hmmmn, I wonder how we’d meet. Probably arrange to get to know each other over a coffee. It would be a bit strange at first – wondering where this is going to lead. We find a quiet corner with some squishy sofas and start to chat a little about ourselves. I can’t help but let my eyes examine you. The perfect legs encased in nylon peeping out from below a loose skirt. The tight waist and curves of your tits hinted at beneath your blouse, all make my pulse quicken. Sitting close to you I glance into your eyes as you talk, and can’t help the involuntarily dilation of my pupils as I see the sparkle in your eyes. I let my hand drop down to your side, touching your leg, gently, but definitely there. Feeling my hand makes you jump slightly but you settle back down, sipping your coffee and we continue to chat. I move my hand slightly, letting my fingers brush the top of your leg, just under the hem of your skirt, letting it ride up a bit. A glance around the shop shows no-one is watching, and I love the curves at the corner of your lips, allowing me to continue what I’m doing. As you lean forward to pick up your coffee cup my left hand slides around, under your leg and I let my right hand sit on your knee. Leaning into you it looks like I’m just interested in your conversation, rather than interested in your body as well. As you sit back in your seat you part your legs slightly allowing my left hand to reach up higher, between your thighs. Just stroking as I continue to chat, maintaining eye contact and pretending I’m not touching you up in a public place. Luckily your skirt is loose enough to ride up a bit below, whilst maintaining dignity above, my hand on your knee moving slightly in time to my hand below. It’s as I raise my hand slightly higher that I touch bare skin and realise for the first time that you’re in stockings. My cock twitches in my trousers. The thought that you’ve dressed up for me is a big turn on, and I have to shuffle slightly in my seat to get comfortable. Moving also enables me to push my hand further, my fingers brushing your inner thighs, my other hand revelling in the contrast between your stockings and the bare flesh above. You have to lean forward now, to put your coffee cup back on the table, and I take the opportunity to move my hand higher still. At the front your skirt is still draped over your thighs, but behind it’s rucked up, a glimpse of stocking top just visible above the seat. This gives me access between your legs, my fingers stroking the front of your panties, the sides of my hands touching your thighs on both sides, moving slightly as I move my fingers. You stop chatting, and I lean forward and kiss you, firmly on your mouth. A kiss of desire. With my fingers touching your clit through your panties it is a kiss of lust. I lean back, my fingertips pulling back the side of your knickers. The backs of my fingers touching you, and then I pause momentarily. I devour you with my eyes. Your nipples hardening through your bra and blouse, your eyes, nervous yet excited. And then my fingers start moving against you again. You can feel my wedding band rubbing slightly below you. My forefinger just teasing open your pussy, spreading the lubrication around, to enable my other fingers to move against you. You raise your right leg slightly, and I pull your knee towards me in order to part your legs a bit more and give me better access to you. The till is quiet for a moment and the girl glances across at us, and then glances away. We both hope that she doesn’t notice what’s going on, but my fingers continue to move inside you. She looks away – she was just checking that we hadn’t finished our coffees. I push my forefinger deep inside, and then move, the wetness inside your panties helping now. My second finger pushes up alongside, my thumb sideways beneath you, resting over your anus. My hand is now moving beneath you, the fingers sawing in and out. You move to the edge of the seat, pushing forward against my hands. Feeling your panties digging into you as they’ve been pushed aside. Feeling my fingers inside you. The girl at the till glances over again and smiles. A knowing smile. She knows that I’m fingering you in her café, even if the other customers are oblivious. It doesn’t stop me. I ease my fingers out and you push down, wanting to feel me, any part of me inside you, and move my finger tips upwards. Rubbing against your clit, the palm of my hand against your pussy. I love the feel of you on my hand, knowing it’s me who’s made you wet and right now, me who you want. The speed of my fingers intensifies. I’m circling your clit, using your juices to smooth my fingers around the edge of your hood, my right hand still holding your knee, keeping your legs apart for me to play with you. I turn and kiss you again. My tongue darting out to run along and feel your lips. Wishing it were pushing into your pussy. And you cum. Quietly, but there, your lips against mine, my fingers dancing inside you, in a café, beneath the watchful gaze of the girl at the til. And then I have to go. Back to work. Back to reality. I stand up, trying unsuccessfully to disguise the bulge in my trousers. I can’t resist bringing my fingers up to my mouth to taste you. Not wanting to leave you as you try and re-arrange your skirt. Sweeping a last glance at your face, your body and those legs. Knowing that this isn’t the end. It is only the beginning