I loved the atmosphere of this coffee house, though some had criticized it for being too trendy. It had been converted from an old warehouse and had old brick walls and a high ceiling with open industrial style air ducts.
Green railroad style lamps hung down from the pressed tin ceiling on long cords and all of the tables were purposely mismatched, each one having it's own personality. I was a regular here and would usually stop in with a good book and enjoy their great coffee.
I came in late one Wednesday night about an hour before closing and was happy to see my favorite table was open. I liked to sit in front of the wall that was one huge picture window so I could look out once in a while and watch the world go by.
I sat down and placed my order before looking around to see who was here. Being so late there were just a few tables occupied, and the people that were here looked familiar.
My gaze was abruptly halted by the sight at the table against the wall directly across from me. She was no regular here to be sure. In fact I could imagine no one who could look more out of place. She had a gorgeous Marilyn Monroe physique and wore a black strapless dress that came down to mid thigh and hugged her curves in all the right places. Blonde hair that fell just past her shoulders framed a classically beautiful face and her smooth alabaster skin stood in stark contrast to her scarlet lips with nails to match.
My mind started to play a game of trying to imagine what her story was and what would have brought her to this place. There are many big businesses in the area. Maybe she was an executive type, burning the midnight oil and then stopping off to relax before going home. Oh wait, I know! She's a high powered attorney that is doing research into the coffee house where her client was accused of a heinous murder. Or...maybe she is here to rendezvous with a forbidden lover at a place no one would suspect.
She had just opened her book and as she raised her first sip of coffee to her lips, she gazed in my direction over the top of her cup. I suddenly felt as though I had been caught staring at her, which of course I had. Her look was at once casual and intense, as though she would have expected nothing less of me. My eyes returned quickly to my table, but mere seconds later I was compelled to look in her direction once again.
I had often wondered to myself if a woman this sexy knows what she does to men? Does she really just go about her business, naive to the sexual power she exudes? I didn't believe it for a second, no matter how cool her demeanor appeared to be.
While appearing to be focused on her book, she uncrossed her legs while modestly holding them side by side. Without raising her head, she slowly looked up until her eyes were locked onto mine. I made no attempt to avert my gaze this time. Her piercing blue eyes held me in a trance and as the faintest hint of a smile appeared on her face, she slowly started to open her legs, but not so wide as to attract anyone's attention but mine.
My face felt warm as I squirmed a bit in my chair, sensing my cock starting to swell with the realization that this show was for me. Her hand moved casually under the table as she placed it on her knee. Fanning her fingers out she slowly moved it up her leg and over her thigh, catching the hem of her dress along the way and lifting it back past the top of her dark stocking, revealing a garter laying atop smooth porcelain skin.
At that moment a car turned in the parking lot, it's headlights shining through the plate glass window, sweeping across the far wall. As it passed her table it illuminated the darkness between her legs for just an instant like the flash from a camera, burning the image onto my retinas.
Between her stockings was her pussy in full naked view, her smooth bare slit topped by a closely groomed landing strip. My trance was suddenly broken when the squeal of chair legs against the hardwood floor echoed through the room. She stood and started walking toward the hallway that led only to a unisex restroom.
My head turned slowly as I followed her with my gaze, her eyes on her destination until the last moment before disappearing down the hallway at which time she turned to me, making eye contact one last time.
