Cumming in a Coffee House

I had been sitting in a quaint little coffee house reading e-mails. It is a sweet place in a small college town converted from an old century house and made up of many rooms. They have WiFi service, so you can check e-mail anywhere. One small room that I have liked on the upper floor, is rarely used.

On this day, my ex-boyfriend had sent me a very sexy e-mail with some attached photos. We had been still friends but had broke things off after his transfer. It had made me very horny to remember him, particularly since I had not had an orgasm in quite a while.

As I was alone, I had just hiked up my skirt, pushed my thong aside and had started to masturbate. At first it was just a little surreptitious fingering but as I became more worked up, I closed my eyes, leaned back with my eyes closed and went at it with both hands. The element of risk as I could hear people moving around had been a major turn on causing me to moisten instantly.

I suddenly heard a gasp and to my horror when I had looked up, one of the young servers, Barry, had been standing in front of me with a silly grin on his face. He disarmed me though with a quick smile and had sat down at the table in front of me. He had softly said to not be ashamed or embarrassed and that I had looked very sexy. In fact, he said he had wished he had the nerve to do the same thing himself. Still feeling horny because I still hadn't come, I had begun to idly rub my labia with my legs more together, but with my skirt still unlowered. Barry was a good looking guy! I told him that if he was to whip out and jerk off, I would certainly be a willing audience!

He looked at me in disbelief but then looked around very tentatively but with slow hesitating hands, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a fully erect cock with pre-cum oozing from the head! He started to jerk himself off.... Oh my, I thought, this has turned out better than I had planned. After all, if he couldn't trust a masturbating woman with her hand in her twat and her skirt above her waist, who could he trust?!

I smiled back, spread my legs, including putting one ankle over Barry's thigh. I felt my pliant labia open, as though I had been about to accept his cock. I had felt my muscles respond to the insertion of my two fingers into my wet vagina and as I opened my blouse to massage my nipples, I had felt the muscles in his leg begin to twitch. His eyes grew big, his cock became very stiff and he groaned at the sight of my resumed wanton self pleasure. His breathing grew more intense and his strokes became faster and more deliberate. Young Barry was about to come!

With a audible grunt, the first spurt of white cum shot out of his glistening cock, like a missile, arcing up and hitting the table between us with a splat. He grimaced and groaned while sending out spurt after spurt of the same whitish cum. My first thought was ... does this guy ever get off?

I had been very turned on and had felt my own orgasm build as I had trembled and jerked to my own rhythm. I could feel my leg jerk on his thigh. He ran his fingers along my bare thigh and I felt my clit twinge. As I ran my fingers over the hood of my clit, I came! I felt a wonderful orgasmic release and came with a clear moan...Ooohh...Unnngghh ....then another wave as my vaginal muscles contracted around my fingers. They were now soaked and making slapping sounds, in my own gushing lubricant. Barry was gasping and still holding his cock as gobs of cum continued to ooze out of it. For more than a few seconds we just sat there, spent, leaking and satisfied.

After a brief time, we re-arranged our clothing to be more presentable, just as a couple had entered the room that we had been alone in. Barry left and said ... 'Soooo I guess that will be another coffee then....,' standing and hastily leaving with my long empty cup. It was only then that I had noticed the large distinct pool of fresh cum in the centre of the table and the wet, whitish stains on my blouse...I could feel myself drip down my thighs and onto a small pool forming below my chair. I'll have to do this again sometime, I had thought