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Rewarding a Stranger for Public Devotion

Posted by: Age: 60's Posted on: 4 comments
8 likes 6762 views Category: Masturbation Male-Female Tags: masturbation, fetish, bra, worship, humiliation, boobs, caught
I couldn't believe I was going to be rewarded with a precious piece of her intimacy, when probably deserved to be punished for my boldness.

The young girl entered the bakery and glanced through the shelves, searching for her favorite cake. She chose one spot at the end of the L shaped counter and, after scanning the top shelf, she finally noticed me, standing at the opposite end of the counter, drinking my double espresso. She was a brunette in her mid-twenties, not too tall, with a nicely shaped body, wearing denim shorts and a baggy blouse. The young woman greeted me vaguely, with a courteous smile, and went on checking up the bottom shelf of the glass windowpane. When she leaned over, I was offered an unexpected view of her breasts, delightfully seized in a white lace bra, perceptible through the translucent fabric of her blouse, which I noticed as soon as she entered the cafeteria. Suddenly aware of the show she had just offered, she lifted her head a little, just long enough to throw me another smile. This time it was not a courtesy smile but a naughty one, with a provocative expression of mischief on her face, just before she bowed, once more. Conscious of her teasing performance, she went on repeating it in random moves, in a clear-cut manner, leaning further towards the bottom shelf of the counter, widely revealing her breasts, once again, superbly restrained inside the comfy cups of her bra. The immediate effect was as expected: what was left of my self-control quickly turned into yearn and focused in my cock, giving rise to a huge boner, which I clumsily tried to hide, leaning over the counter. Meanwhile, the lovely brunette made her order and asked where the toilets were. She returned a few minutes later and began taking her breakfast, already on the counter. When she finished, she stood up and began looking for another cake in the same shelf as before, bending over once more. But this time she was no longer wearing a bra and her breasts swayed, magnificent and free, under the loose-fitting blouse. I caught the dare straight away and she responded right away, letting me know it with a conspiratorial grin. I rushed to the bathroom, shivering from sheer excitement, in anticipation of laying hands on such adored spoil of war that she might have left for me, as a token of her appreciation of my obvious worship. My hard-on grew every step of the way to the ladies' room. I opened the private stall and nothing! There was nothing there. Maybe I was being misled by my imagination and just nothing was supposed to happen. Suddenly, it flashed in my head: what if she left her bra in the men's room, expecting I'd go there? I turned around in the hall between the two toilets and entered the women's restroom. There it was, hanging on the latch of the window above the toilet: a striking 38C half-cup bra. Glued to one of the cups there was post-it with a note: for want of better. I closed the stall, anxiously, picked up the bra and began slowly rubbing it in my face. It had a very soft touch and exuded a warm and sweet scent, mostly the inner liner of the cups, velvety, smooth and a bit spongy. I instinctively lowered my pants, freeing my cock with the clumsy help of my unused hand. By then my glans had become purple and was about to burst. I started stroking my cock, trying to keep my spontaneous moaning as quiet as I could. In my trance, I wondered how she could have guessed about my bra fetish, the little bitch. Was it that obvious? Was I drooling when I got hooked, staring at her boobs? I couldn't believe how I made a fool of myself, drooling over the girl. But, in the middle of that glee, I couldn't care less about it. I guess it even aroused me. When I got done with sniffing, I took the bra to my penis, wrapped it in one of the cups and started rubbing the glans gently against the soft fabric, slowly increasing the pace until it became frantic. It took me no more than a few minutes before I reached orgasm, with a shiver running through my body. Despite the discretion I tried to keep (it was a public restroom and there were people around) I could not help to unleash a deep groan as soon as my sperm began to gush, in several huge spurts, drenching the whole bra cup. At this point, I heard the slick voice of a young woman, very close to the door outside the cabin, whispering: enjoy, you old pervert, cause that's all the fuck your gonna get from me. That's how I got that fabulous Chantelle 3-Part Cup C Chic added to my bra collection.

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