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Under the Table

Posted by: Age: 43 Posted on: 21 comments
36 likes 10522 views Category: Masturbation Female-Female Tags: voyeur, Lesbian, public
I saw two women in a public place, being very friendly. What an amazing sight!

I saw them at a nice cafe my husband and I loved to visit from time to time. It's decorated in a modern French motif, offering light Continental fare complimented by a delightfully surprising wine list. I?d finished a cold quiche and was relaxing, sipping a rather good Italian Pinot Grigio when a movement under a neighboring table caught my eye. I couldn't see clearly what was going on, so I moved my chair a bit to my right, ostensibly adjusting my skirt and uncrossing my legs. I could see a bit more and it was intriguing. Two lovely young women were sitting across from each other at a small table, one sipping tea and the other a glass of white wine. They were deeply engaged in their conversation, paying the rest of the world no mind whatsoever. The moment I saw them, I had that feeling they were more than just friends out for lunch. I don?t care whether you call it 'gaydar', woman's intuition, or reading the tea leaves. These girls were definitely into each other in a sexual way. Their hands were on the table, holding their cups, but just within a whisper of touching. Their eyes flirted outrageously and their smiles were those of lovers happy to be where and with whom they were. Just watching them gave me that lovely deep heavy feeling I get in my tummy when I'm becoming aroused. I love that. I was at just the right angle to see their feet. My breath caught for a moment. One of them had taken off her shoe. It was on the floor in front of her. This is not unusual, considering just how uncomfortable some women's shoes can be, but her foot was resting on her lover's chair, between her thighs. Her toes were pointed up her friend's skirt and I saw her caressing the inside of her lover's thigh. As I watched, the shoeless woman carefully worked her foot up the other's skirt. She must have reached her goal, as the other woman seemed to gasp and move at the right time. My husband was reading the paper, so I was happy to watch further developments. I just wished I'd been in a spot in which I could pass my hand under my dress. My panties were definitely getting damp. I picked up my handbag and placed it on my lap, strategically covering movements of my own hand. I just couldn't hike my dress up in clear sight of everybody in the place, but I could mask movements of my finger under my purse and over my pussy. Through my dress and my panties, I gently stroked between my labia and onto my clitoris that had grown somewhat tense as I watched the seduction in front of me. They went at it slowly and I did, too. I enjoyed seeing the second woman have some delicious looking spasms as her friend took good care of her. She was slumping a little more in her seat and her leg parted a bit more than is ideally modest in a public place. I mentally cheered her on. I'm sure I must have been flushed and breathing a bit more than usual. I tried to look as casual as possible as I turned on my cell phone to get a picture. I tried a number of times, but it just didn't come out well, so I just tried to make it look like I was reading my email. My eyes were glued, however, on the little sexy scene playing out in front of me. Within 15 or 20 minutes, the women reached their goal, though I didn't reach mine. That was likely a good thing as I'm quite vocal when I'm having any kind of sex. The first woman flagged down a waitress and handed her a credit card. The second seemed to be catching her breath and was looking around, I think to see if she had been busted. Naturally, I carefully averted my eyes and stopped trying to finger myself. On their way out, the one playing footsie, now reshod, looked at me, then down at my dress, and grinned. I gave her a smile back and licked my lips. I'm pretty sure she only saw my purse on my lap, moving with my finger, but I think she knew I'd been a very willing voyeur to their activities and was happy about it. I was, too, come to think about it. I paid our bill and led my husband to our car where I directed his hand to the Promised Land. He got the idea quickly and I told him of what I saw on the way home. He made sure I was happy and loud as soon as we hit the door.

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