Self-Pleasure In Public: Coffeehouse

Transcript

So, I am obsessed with coffee. The taste, smell, everything about it makes my world go round. I often get work done at our local coffee shop.

It's cute and comfy and smells of fresh espresso. The tables are arranged with dark leather chairs around, making for a cozy and intimate setting. Yesterday afternoon, I was typing away on my laptop as usual, the smell of coffee resonating through me, the sounds of coffee being ground and orders prepared helping me concentrate.

But I had been working for a few hours now, and my mind was starting to wander. I opened my internet browser and started responding to comments and messages from my lovely darlings, and then I came across an attachment. It was an audio file.

As soon as I started listening to it, I felt my pussy stirring. I knew I probably shouldn't be listening to a sex email voice whispering in my ear with my peers right next to me. But I continued, the deep, delicious voice caressing me from the inside out.

I lounged back in my chair, his voice giving me exactly what I needed at the moment, soothing me and making me feel restless at the same time. I crossed my legs and arched my back, the sexy narration making me trip instantly. Oh god, I just wanted to get off now.

I fucking deserved it. I've been so good for so long. I leaned forward, my lower body hidden by the table as I started to rock back and forth.

I slide my hand under my oversized sweatshirt, playing with my big tits, pinching my nipples. I run my palms down my thighs, feeling the smooth contours of my thick legs, raking my nails up and down my leggings. I run my hands up my inner thighs innocently, my thumbs teasing my outer lips.

I glance around me. My peers were furiously typing away, whispering to each other. I draw circles across my pussy, getting more sensitive as the audio goes on.

The sounds of a narrator eating pussy and groaning, making me so wet. I imagined him doing all those things to me. Hot breath against my pussy, kissing along my lips, rubbing me everywhere.

I imagined my finger was his, deep inside me, rubbing my G-spot as I clenched down on him. His would be thicker than mine, rougher than mine, firmer than mine. I feel myself getting close and I back away, not wanting this to end too soon.

He would tease me, make me beg for it. My whole body breaks out into goosebumps as I drag my nails along my inner thighs. And when I cum so badly, I couldn't wait.

I press my thumb against my clit and squeeze my thighs together once again, letting a whimper escape. I imagine his dick rubbing up and down my slit, sliding across my clit, pressing his head inside me and then withdrawing. Oh God, this was too good.

His voice is too tempting and my pussy too swollen. My arousal is too strong. I'm not going to last.

I need to cum. I grind harder against a leather chair as his voice commands me to cum. So demanding, not accepting anything else.

God, I was climbing. I could feel my orgasm building higher and higher and I wasn't able to control it anymore. I imagine his dick thrusting hard into me, filling me up, stretching me so good as I start to cum.

I keep grinding and I feel my pussy tighten up before releasing. The contraction so strong I hold onto the chair for dear life. I exhale a low moan, my pussy deeply satisfied in the moment, but still aching for penetration.

I tell myself if I finish my work I can cum again and I start typing, my mind as focused as ever. Another orgasm, just the motivation I need.