Lace G-String

I wonder what the reaction of you, as my reader, might be, knowing that this story is written in the same hour as the events it depicts. As I am writing this story I can still feel the cum oozing out of me. My groin is still damp with sweat from the coupling not a mere half hour ago. I think I reek of sex… fresh sex, urgent sex, satisfying sex, sex in the restroom of the coffee shop. My whole body is still vibrating with the excitement and the buzz of the release.*** As I walked into my regular coffee shop, it was buzzing. It was early this morning and most of the regulars were in and out, carrying trays with coffee. Some people were seated around the single dining-room-sized table, chatting away; oblivious to the adage that time is money. There were not a lot of seats available and I had to take what I could get. The seat that was most convenient was next to an attractive brunette who was banging etimesgut escort away at the keys on her notebook. I returned to the same seat after our very hot session in the restroom, where in fact I am now sitting, writing this story. I say attractive because the first thing I noted was her hair hanging down her back to approximately her shoulder blades. She was dressed for the office, white long sleeved blouse and black pencil line skirt which settled about halfway between her knees and hips. She also had on heels She was slim and what I could see of her calves was what I liked about women. Longish, well toned apparently and slightly tanned. She had that coltish like appearance, lean supple and strong, fit and in charge of her self. Taking a seat next to her she turned her head and smiled at me then returned to her task of banging at the keys. Her blouse eryaman escort fit her well; through a gap, I saw a white lace bra and what was the swelling of a firm size 32C bust. Her hands were strong but neat, well manicured and her left hand was gracing a plain wedding band set. “Frustrated with your notebook?” I asked She just smiled and continued typing, “I have to get these mails out and some people are just making it so difficult to keep your cool. Plus, I have a meeting in two hours which has me so nervous it could kill me.” I just smiled and carried on with my work. “I will not bother you then.” “Its okay, it’s soothing to hear a friendly voice,” she replied. That was our conversation. However, I sneaked peeks at her. Watching her hands with fascination, I realised how much this beautiful woman was turning me on. Not so much in sexual way that it caused sincan escort me to grow hard in my pants. No, she was just such a gorgeous being and the whole picture had me spellbound. Quite a while later, the buzz quietened down and the shop was back to normal. The chatterboxes left for their desks and the random people were still coming to get their coffee when she asked me to keep an eye on her stuff. “Just need to go to the bathroom,” she smiled. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled at her. “Don’t take too long, or else I’ll have to send a search party.” She just smiled over her shoulder and my eyes followed her until she disappeared around the corner. Sexy!! I gave it five minutes and when she did not show, decided to play a joke on her. Standing in front of the only closed door of the two cubicles, I heard a moaning from the other side of the door. The moans were frustrated, laboured, and it seemed the person inside was busy trying to get off. Another sound seemed like the person on the other side actually got off I knocked softly: “Search party…” In between more moans, I heard, “Come on in, please.” The “please” sounded almost like begging. Opening the door, I moved inside.