My co-worker and friend, Lianne, came right out and had a hands-free orgasm while we ate lunch.
Years ago when I worked in a small office on the East Coast, I became friends with one of my co-workers, a tall young attractive woman named Lianne. I was married (still am) and she was a single gal doing the big city life and reverse commuting on the train to work every day. We didn't see each other outside of work but we often grabbed lunch together and hung out in each others offices and chatted. We were friends and co-workers, though there was always a real sexual tension between us.
At some point I noticed that Lianne was one of those women who liked to cross their legs and rhythmically swing the top leg to and fro. I've always wondered about this habit, as I know that some women use this technique to masturbate. For the vast majority, however, I'm convinced that it's simply a nervous habit. When I see a woman doing it, that's my fallback assumption.
At some point with Lianne, I began to wonder if there were something sexual going on. I'm always sceptical of my own suspicions on this account. After all, I'd always love for it to be true, so maybe I'm seeing bold public masturbation when it doesn't exist.
But in this case, I was growing increasingly certain. Just the look on Lianne's face, a kind of vaguely vacant air, a growing urgency in the rocking and a subtle but real look of release all helped me toward that conclusion.
One day, I became sure of it.
We were grabbing lunch at the diner at the office park across the way, at our own little table in a large bright open room with a dozen animated conversations going on around us. We were having a pleasant conversation, Lianne is very smart, engaging and funny and she was doing her usual rocking routine. I really didn't think anything of it.
Then all of a sudden her breathing quickened. She began to almost grunt as she went and then she kind of went for it, rocking her leg aggressively. Then she paused, flexed her legs hard, closed her eyes and came, moaning aloud as she shuddered visibly.
A moment later, she kind of shook herself together, and we continued our previous conversation as though she had just masturbated to orgasm unabashedly right there in a crowded room in front of me.
I never spoke to Lianne about this incident, which was the only time it happened like that, though I did see her come one other time, more subtly, during a several-person office conversation. She clearly liked being watched.
We no longer work together, though we still keep in touch from time to time. I do think about that lunch sometimes, often when I'm masturbating privately.