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Grande cappuccino to go.......no, wait........make that for here....

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 17 Jan 2006 1 comments
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It was one of those ugly Cleveland January days..........not cold enough to snow, but cold enough to make the gray, rainy day miserable. I was driving between errands on a day off from work, when I approached a star bucks that I stop into every now and then. A cappuccino suddenly sounded mighty inviting. I entered the shop and found myself alone with just the three bored baristas. I ordered my usual grandee cappuccino and was paying the counter person when I noticed another person in a booth far in the back corner. From that distance she seemed to be a nice looking woman.......forty-ish with medium length brown hair........nicely dressed in a pink v-neck sweater and a fairly short denim skirt. Knee high black boots and light gray panty hose were visible under the table. With a laptop computer on the table in front of her, I didn't have a chance to check out her tits. A nice looking package, I thought......nothing really exciting, but worth a casual look. I could hear the steam frothing the milk in the background as I glanced around the rest of the place. my gaze returned to the woman in the corner when I noticed that her knees were rhythmically moving together then apart.........slowly, and not very far apart, but keeping a definite rhythm. She didn't seem to be doing much at the computer.......kind of gazing at the screen and occasionally clicking the mouse, but no typing. My drink was ready by that time, but I found myself not wanting to leave.....wanting to watch this woman just a little longer, but not sure why or how I would do it without being too obvious. The counter person stood there waiting for me to do something, since I wasn't leaving. I decided to browse the kiosk of mugs and coffee paraphernalia. I could look casual while still watching the woman. Pretending to look at a small thermos, I could see her clearly........raptly intent on whatever was on her computer screen. Then I noticed that every now and then the rhythmic movement of her knees stopped and she would clench her knees together for five seconds or so. Then the rhythmic movement would start again. Watching.....watching.......watching.......there it was again! Damn! This girl was masturbating! Not an obvious, physical, fingering masturbation, but one of those stealth jobs you do when you want some stimulation and think nobody will notice. I moved to the other side of the kiosk to 'examine some mugs' and kept watching. Yep. No doubt about it. This time she even got some foot action going.......clenching her thighs together while alternating up and down motions of her feet. Something was definitely going on between those thighs! How long could I browse those fucking mugs, I wondered. I couldn't tear myself away. I suddenly had the urge to approach her, and the urge took me completely by surprise. before I could talk myself out of it I found myself walking slowly towards her table, not quite knowing what I was about to do or say. Feeling like a complete asshole I simply walked up to her table and sat next to her without a word. She never looked up or acknowledged that I was even there. the images on her computer flashed before here, changing with each mouse click.........porn of all descriptions.........girls with girls.........hetero sex.......threesomes.........orgies.......cumshaws..........no rhyme or reason, just a mixed bag of porn. She never let on that there was another person sitting close enough to touch her and she never missed a beat with that mouse..........click..........mmmmmmmm, nice cumshaw. Click.........ah......a lobs scene. There�s that thigh clench thing, again.......she must really like that lesbian pick. This was too much. I couldn't believe the way this was all happening. Then I paid some attention to her sweater. Soft, pink, and thin.......and quite obviously, no bra. Her two nipples were very obviously at attention. I almost melted. Hell, I almost came in my pants........this is one of my favorite things........looking at women who like to show off their nipples in an otherwise ordinary situation. Silk blouse, no bra, grocery store.......yes sir! Bank....t-shirt......no bra.............you've got my attention, lady! This woman was too much! Her breathing was regular, but deep........she was obviously WAY into this porn/minimalist masturbation thing. Then the clicking stopped........her breath caught and held..........her knees clenched together and held.........her eyes closed. Her nipples trembled against the sweater as she shivered slightly.......two........three.......four times. Then she seemed to relax. She opened her eyes and took a short breath as if to compose her, and without as much as a glance at me, turned off her computer and folded the screen down and began to pack her things. I just sat there, too stunned to move are say anything. I watched her put on her coat and walk towards the door and out. 'Great legs, too', I thought as I watched her walk away. And that was it. My coffee was cold, my dick was hard, and I had just witnessed something remarkable and hadn't been able to do or say a thing. So much for the rest of my errands. Time to go home and find some porn of my own and take care of this lump in my jeans. The drive home will seem like forever!