Voyeur’s Delight

A crisp shirt and tie juxtapose his tanned neck and bulging arms. He's rock hard. Rugged. All man. A lilac breeze intoxicates my arousal as I watch him sip coffee, unaware.

Alone at my table on the cafe's patio, I slip fingers between my legs and stroke. Delicious, conspicuous stimulation. I lean back in my seat, touch myself again, and clear my throat. When he looks my way, his crooked smile fuses me to my chair. Fuck. I want him again, so I wink.

He grabs his phone and types.

Him: You came.

Me: Not yet, babe. ;) Keep watching.