Coffee Shop Orgasm

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[Author’s note: This is a short one that occurred to me as I was sitting in a coffee shop. I tried for a “less is more” approach…no idea if it worked or not. If the feedback is mostly positive, I’ll see about continuing it.] It was a scorching hot day, slightly humid, but mostly just plain old hot. Barely a cloud in the sky, and every surface in the city radiated waves of heat. Wanting to escape the heat of her un-air-conditioned urban apartment complex, Miranda ventured out to a local coffee shop a few blocks down the street. She had chosen a light, flowy skirt that hugged the tops of her shapely thighs, and a tight sleeveless top. Her dark, curly red hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail to keep it from sticking to her face. A pair of orange flip-flops showed off her neatly pedicured toes. And, most importantly, her oversized purse contained her most recently purchased book of compiled erotic short stories, and her favorite vibrator (a mini bullet type, with wireless remote), which she had actually forgotten to remove after her last trip out of town. Miranda ordered a large blended coffee drink, and situated herself in the upstairs section, against a wall, and facing the stairs. After ten or so minutes of slowly sipping her drink and people-watching, she fished the book from her purse, and quickly flipped to the next story that she hadn’t quite finished yet. Unlike the heat outside, her libido was in a state of slow boil, and Anadolu Yakası Escort had been for a couple days. She’d felt almost constantly horny, but couldn’t seem to settle on the right stimulus. Everything seemed stale or just plain dull. To top it off, the city really seemed to be experiencing a shortage of attractive singles in her age bracket. As if to reassure herself, she quickly scanned the people around her one more time. Then, she took a quick peek down toward the register, where she noticed someone new and unfamiliar. Having lived in the area for quite a few years, she was familiar with many of the people in the close-knit neighborhood, even if she didn’t know them all by name. Newcomers were a fairly rare occurrence, thanks to some of the recent construction nearby. Apparently people preferred “new and shiny” to “old with character” when it came to apartments. Miranda eyed the newcomer, a brunette woman, maybe five years or so her senior, as she paid for her drink, climbed the stairs, and settled at a nearby table. The two women made eye contact briefly, smiled politely, and then Miranda went back to reading. The story was her favorite sub-genre of erotica, where someone inexperienced with sex is exposed to, and subsequently learns to enjoy something daring and new. The more taboo and kinky, the better. The farther into the story she read, the more the dampness between her legs Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan increased, and the more self-conscious about her arousal she became. I should just go home…ugh, no…too hot. Miranda checked her smartphone…no reception as per usual, and, just her luck, the free Wi-Fi seemed to be down. Oh, fuck it…just keep reading. Who cares, really? Two chapters later, she realized she’d been subconsciously squeezing her thighs together, trying to put pressure on her clitoris. She sighed quietly and looked around again. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her, least of all the woman sitting a few feet away, whose nose was buried in a worn copy of Anna Karenina. Miranda thought for a moment, and then realized this was a prime opportunity to try something she’d wanted to for a long time, but never had the right opportunity. After a few seconds’ contemplation, Miranda walked to the other woman’s table and politely asked if she would be so kind as to keep an eye on her things while she ran to the restroom. The woman agreed, and Miranda quickly slipped the bullet vibe out of her purse and walked quickly to the restroom. She returned a few minutes later, feeling like everyone in the shop knew that she now had a small sex toy nestled in her nether regions. “I only had to beat up two guys trying to steal your purse,” the woman joked. “Hmm. Odd. Usually there’s at Escort Anadolu Yakası least three interested in my travel package of tissues and mass of old receipts!” Miranda responded, blushing slightly at the attention. The two women returned to their respective reading. Once she was back into the action, Miranda slipped the remote out of a side pocket on her purse, and thumbed the small switch into the “low” position. She gasped quietly as the vibrations radiated outward, stimulating her already inflamed and rapidly hardening clit. Suddenly fearful again that someone might be looking, she scanned the room again. The woman didn’t look at her, and the seven other people seated in the same area were completely oblivious. Miranda continued to read through the story, relishing the deliciously naughty feeling of covert stimulation as she turned the pages with slightly trembling fingers. Turning the next page, she came across an exceptionally hot scene, where one of the female characters was fucked gently in the ass by her lover, while sitting barely out of view in a crowded bar. The extra mental stimulation was enough to push her just over the edge, and she squeaked quietly as a small, unexpected orgasm hit her. She frantically looked around once again to see if anyone had noticed. A couple people glanced over, innocently assuming she’d hiccupped or something. Miranda smiled sheepishly. Then, she realized that the woman was staring at her intently, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. Miranda’s face flushed a deep shade of crimson, and her embarrassment deepened further when she realized she was grinding her hips slightly under the table in response to the vibrator still buzzing away in her pussy. She looked away, embarrassed. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all…

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