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She often went to that little café
on the corner to unwind, to relax, but mostly because he did. This was
where they met. This was where he watched her before approaching her.
This was where he convinced her to begin such a relationship that would
have set any place on fire. She knew it wasn’t the right kind of
relationship to have and she knew they weren’t right for each other.
But it felt so good. The only way she fit into his life was sexually.
They both had the same burning desires and the same type libido. They
were both sexually satisfying to each other. But that was as far as it
went. Susan couldn’t imagine trying to fit into his daily schedule, his
religious beliefs, his sexual prowess. She’d always wonder if she was
good enough for him.
It has since ended, and she had been the
one to do so. Knowing very well that one day Robert would find that
special woman, Susan knew she had to end this on her own. She told
herself she’d rather end it now with the memories that she had and the
familiar burn of desire she still had for him rather than get shoved
aside when the actual time was right to have to be shoved aside.
So,
here she sat, latte in hand, at a small table off to the side, her long
tan artsy dress draping over her crossed legs while trying
unsuccessfully to read her book. Here she sat, not in the place he did,
but across the café as if watching him from afar like she did so many
times before. She didn’t want to be with him…she wanted to BE him, his
life, his way of going through his daily rituals. She was envious of
him, of the life he was able to lead. This was why he was able to coax
her into his life, into his bed and into his soul.
She still
fantasized about him and his words. She would for a long time and even
though she ached for him, she would be damned if she’d let him know.
Impossible relationships was one thing Susan was not good at and she
was the type of woman that would rather sever a good thing and deal
with the absence of it than to try to make it work while it slowly
failed to nothing but bad memories.
Sitting there in the café
she could still imagine him looking at her from across the room. An
imagination so intense that it was almost real. Her body began that
familiar burn for him. She shifted in her chair while cupping her
latte. Before she knew it the words on the pages in her book weren’t
even legible. She mindlessly began turning the pages as she shifted in
her chair again. Her arousal was growing and she felt helpless to stop
it. She knew she’d have to take care of this before that burn turned
into an ache she couldn’t get rid of. As she shifted again she realized
how wet she was actually getting. Quickly rising and walking to the
ladies room for a bit more privacy, her only thought was that she
wanted him, she needed him. Times like this was when she had to be the
strongest. So many times she had her phone in her hand ready to dial
his number. But so far she’d been strong willed enough to be able to
take care of herself on her own.
Entering the ladies room she
looked around quickly and realized she wasn’t alone. The echo in this
room was a bit much but if she were alone she might be able to stifle
the sounds of her orgasm enough so that others would not catch on to
what her actual intentions were. She waited a bit, washed her hands,
pretended to primp in the mirror, but as one woman would leave, another
would enter. It was just too busy that day. She’d never be alone. She
went back to her table picked up her latte and her book and tried to
find a secluded table so that at least she would be more comfortable as
she grew more uncomfortable. Trying to get back into her book was
virtually impossible. Maybe she should just leave. She was torturing
herself by being there. As she contemplated why she loved this feeling,
her fingers began tracing her leg through her dress. Her breathing
became a bit more labored and she nervously looked around to see if
anyone was remotely interested in what she was about to attempt. Does
she dare? Right there in the café?
Her fingers began gathering
up her dress on her leg toward the wall. Discretion is the key here. If
someone looks her way she would just pretend she was adjusting her
pantyhose that she wasn’t wearing. Silly, yes, but she’d rather they
think that than realize she was pleasuring her body. Her fingers found
the elastic of her panties and as she traced them down between her legs
her breath caught as she fantasized about him watching her. Damn, she
really loved this. She had to be careful however. She had a tendency to
get caught up in what was going through her mind rather than what was
going on around her.
As her fingers slid underneath her
panties, her other hand she nonchalantly lifted to graze her breast on
its way up to run her fingers through her hair. Tactful, yet quite
stimulating. She grinned at her growing and confidential pleasure.
She
opened her legs and her fingers found the source of her heated libido.
A deep breath in and her finger slid inside her. She was wet enough to
where she contemplated removing her panties for the rest of the day.
She could smell her sex and this aroused her more. Her body beginning
to tremble she realized she wasn’t so aware of the people around her. A
quick look around and she was content that only one person had glanced
her way but quickly looked down when she met her eyes. She didn’t care
that the woman might have been watching. She didn’t care that she might
get caught. A few moments ago she was petrified of it but something
changes in her when her passion grabs hold.
Leaning her head
slightly back she closed her eyes as her fingers explore her further.
She was getting so much more aroused than being in the bathroom or
neatly tucked away in her bedroom as she usually was when she
masturbated. Her fingers followed the folds and crevices of her body as
she reached her goal of orgasm. Her breathing even more labored now was
growing heavier and heavier. The graze of her breast from earlier
turned into a squeezing sensation of her entire breast and nipple. Her
hips began to rock back and forth as the orgasm built deep within her.
She glanced at the woman from a few tables over and saw that she was
indeed watching Susan and getting as aroused as she was. Susan merely
smiled a somewhat evil smile toward her as if to say, ‘go ahead, do it,
I dare ya.’ She watched the woman’s fingers begin to move up to her
neck and trace her collar bone down to her breast. This was more than
Susan could bear. Knowing she was turning another woman on increased
her arousal ten times over and an orgasm washed over Susan’s body so
intense that a loud ‘hah’ escaped her lips involuntarily. Her body
pushed toward her fingers as her fingers pushed back until the waves
settled into small muscle contractions around her fingers still inside
her.
Susan sat up and recomposed herself. She looked over
toward the woman and realized she was gone. ‘Damn’ she thought. She
must have scared her off. She gathered her things and made her way to
the ladies room to tidy up. As she approached the door she heard small
cries of ecstasy from within a stall. She quietly opened the main door
and crept inside. Her back to the wall she stood there and listened to
the woman masturbate because of Susan. She was pleased and she was
grinning and she was becoming aroused again because of this new found
power she felt. She leaned back and began to touch her body again,
feeling herself through her dress and running her hands over her
stomach and up to her breasts as she stood there listening to this
woman bring herself to a heightened orgasm. As she slowly began pulling
her dress up again the woman reached her point of orgasm and yelled a
stifled yell as she buried her face into her sleeve to avoid too much
noise. Then, silence. Susan could only hear heavy breathing for a
moment, then a bit of rustling and then a flush of the toilet.
Susan
let her dress fall back into place but didn’t move from her position.
The woman opened the stall door and upon witnessing that she wasn’t
alone as she thought, she stared in horror at Susan’s face. Susan
smiled at her and the woman quickly, with her head down, walked out of
the bathroom and out of the café before a word could be spoken.
Susan
was pleased. Pleased with herself that she had the ability to play in
the open of a café, pleased that she was able to pass her arousals on
to another woman, pleased with Robert that he gave her this. This, she
now realized, was the reason for their relationship. All of this.
Because of him, Susan was able to unbridle her desires and reach into
herself to find something so unbelievable that to share it with another
person would bring her so much satisfaction and fire for years to come.
She smiled to herself. Yes she’ll always have that burning desire to be
with him again, but now when she feels it, instead of feeling empty and
vulnerable, she’ll be able to understand why. She smiled again as a
stranger walked by looking at her and wondering why the big smile. She
merely gathered her things up and went on about her day.
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