LOOKING IN

our second try




As I walk by the window of a restraunt I notice a gentleman sitting in the corner booth all alone. It is very cold out today. Damn me for wearing my favorite jean skirt that barely covers my ass. At least I decided to wear my black leather knee high boots. As I pull my arms around my waist I notice my nipples are hard. Crap, I should go have a cup of coffee and warm up a bit.

As I enter the restraunt I notice there are a number of people inside. I take a seat at the table next to gentleman in the corner. I don’t know what it is about him. He has a strong commanding presence, but he looks like he doesn’t want to be bothered. The waitress comes over with a cup of coffee. As she puts the cup in front of me, I told her I didn’t order yet. The waitress tells me it’s from the gentleman in the corner. I give her a questioning look as she places a note card on the table … “I noticed you looked cold, so I thought this hot smooth coffee would soften you up.” Oh no, soften me up. I look down and yep..still hard. I look up and the gentleman is staring directly at me.

I slide out of the booth and move to the table directly in front of him. I “accidently” spill my coffee all over the table. The waitress runs over and begins to gather the tablecloth and says she will get me a new one right away. I tell the waitress not to bother. I don’t need one. The moment the waitress is gone, I spread my legs apart. I look up and the gentleman is still watching me. I take his note and lift it to my nose. I close my eyes and enhale deeply. As I lower the paper, I run it down my tounge. I circle it around my right nipple (still hard by the way) and down my stomach. I lower the note between my legs and slide it up my wet pussy. I stand up and walk straight to the gentleman. I place the note in front of his face and ask “What do you think?”

The gentleman wraps his hand around my wrist. He is strong but does not hurt me.
He lifts his now pussy juice note to his nose and breaths in deep. He does not move his eyes from mine. He keeps the smeel inside of him for a few seconds longer. Then he moves the card to his lips. He gently licks the paper slowly. He rolls his tongue around in his mouth and then licks his lips. I look at him as serious as I can with pussy juice dripping down my leg and say, “Well?” He glares at me and says, “What do you think?” Then he turns my wrist and pushes the paper against me lips.