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 ï>¿Starbucks Peep Show by AvarraMarie

   I pulled into the Starbucks parking lot where I was to meet a guy I had
been talking to on one of the dating apps.  We had hit it off fairly well
and had been talking/flirting for a little over a month.  The flirting got
a little more intense the last week or so.  When we decided to meet, I
thought I would dress sexy in case things went well.

   I was about 45 minutes early as I wanted to have a coffee before he got
there.  A few couples were setting outside and a guy sitting alone.  I was
dressed in a grey and black plaid miniskirt, not terribly tight but snug
enough to show my curves and my round ass.  It was short, lying maybe an
inch below the curve of my ass.  A white silk blouse that was v-cut and
showed plenty of cleavage and my plump tits.  Black pumps with a 5- inch
heel.  As I got out of the car, I noticed the guy by himself checking me
out, hard.  So, I thought I'd have a little fun until my date got there and
get myself a little spiced up to boot.  I leaned back into my car like I
had forgotten something, with one leg stretched, and the other bent with
the knee resting on the seat, you know how we women do when they want to
emphasize and show off their legs.  I glanced back to see if I had caught
his attention, and sure enough, he had leaned forward against the table and
I could see his hand in his lap adjusting himself.

   I stood up with my back to him and dropped my keys on the seat.  I
leaned over at the waist, doing that "straight leg bend-over" which caused
my skirt to pull tighter across my ass and slide up just enough.  I grabbed
my keys and dropped them into my purse, closed the door, and strutted
across the parking lot.  I exaggerated my walk, swinging my hips, doing
that heel-to-toe cat-walk as the models do on the runway.  The extra swing
in my hips made my tits bounce and jiggle nicely.  As I walked towards the
door his eyes never left me.  Scanning up and down my body over and over
again.  The hand in his lap was now holding what must have been a good
hard-on.  As I got closer to him, I lowered my sunglasses and looked right
at him, gave him a little smile, and winked at him.  I walked past him and
on into Starbucks.

   I could see out of the corner of my eye he had stood up and followed me
in.  I smiled to myself, knowing I had him, and I felt that familiar little
tingle in my clitoris as my pussy got wet and started heating up.  My date
tonight was in for a real treat.  I ordered my coffee and a pastry they
have that looks like a breadstick but is sweet.

   I grabbed my order and found a high-top table in the corner directly
across from my stranger.  There were others seated around randomly, one or
two may have been able to see the show that was about to occur, I wasn't
certain, but I knew he could.  I had to lean and stretch a little to reach
the creamer, as I did, I let my thighs spread so he could get a good look
and see I wasn't wearing panties and that my little pussy had blossomed,
the inner lips now curled out all pink and glistening wet.  I had his full
and complete attention now.  I poured cream into my coffee and looked
around the room, casually, ignoring him, but not really.  I picked up the
pastry, long and slender, slowly parting my red lips, letting my tongue
slide out just enough, and placed the tip of the pastry on my tongue and
pulled it into my mouth, letting my lips wrap around it.  I stared straight
into his eyes as I held the pastry between my lips for a few moments before
taking a bite and looking away.  I crossed and uncrossed my legs over and
over for him giving him quick little glances up my skirt.

   Finally, I leaned back in my chair and spread my legs for him.  My skirt
now slid up my thighs the rest of the way, my wet pussy on full display. 
Anyone in the place would be able to see, and probably did, I didn't notice
and didn't care quite honestly.

   I slid my nails slowly up and down my cleavage, deliberately licking my
lips as I stared at him.  My lover squirmed in the leather chair at this
point.  I knew I was getting to him, and time to up the show.  I let my
hand drop to my lap, with my middle finger I rubbed up and down my slit,
and brush lightly over my swollen, throbbing clit.  My legs quivered and
shook, I knew he could see the excitement I was giving myself.  As I
brushed over my clit, I heard a moan rise out of my own throat and caught
my breath quickly.  I was biting my lower lip as I pushed two fingers into
my pussy, my other hand was now in my lap, fingers rubbing and working on
my clit.  Oblivious of everyone except my lover I fingered myself, my clit
throbbing and going wild.  My hips and ass now wiggled as my fingers
plunged faster and harder in and out of my pussy.  My orgasm was fast
approaching, I bit down hard on my bottom lip to stifle any moans coming
from inside me.  I clamped my thighs tight as I knew I was going to squirt
and didn't know if it was going to be a flood or a little gush.  I was
moaning and grunting like an animal, it was all I could do to keep from
screaming as I orgasmed.  I felt the juices as I squirted, the flood
soaking my chair, and trickling down the backs of my legs.  My lover was
pumping his hand hard under the table.  My orgasm slowly faded.  My hands
are now soaked.  I raised my fingers to my lips and slowly licked each one.

   I grabbed a bunch of napkins and cleaned up my mess.  My breathing
slowed finally.  I looked around the room, I didn't see anyone staring so I
still don't know if anyone saw and watched or if everyone was oblivious of
the finger fucking I had just given myself.  I straightened my skirt and
hurried to the bathroom to check my hair and make-up and to make sure I was
presentable.  I got back to my table and finished my coffee.  My date
showed up shortly after.  As we walked out the door, I dropped a napkin
with my phone number on the stranger's table and walked out.