I left my house today for a short get away. I couldn't stand being cooped up anymore. So I thought I would go out to a nice little coffee shop, not far from my home. It's a quiet little place not very busy. It's a good place to sip a coffee, read the paper, and relax. So I'm sitting at a little table in the corner all by my lonesome. And I just couldn't concentrate on anything in the paper. Everytime I started to read an article, my mind drifted. I looked to the counter and saw a guy, probably in his fifties. Not handsome but not ugly. You know the type. But I started thinking, maybe he would come over and sit with me. What if he did? Would I really have sex with this guy? Then I start feeling that warm feeling. My breasts start itching for someone to touch them. I need to be touched. So I watch him go sit down across the room. I guess he didn't notice me. And I guess he couldn't see my urgent need to be groped in a public place. So I guess I'm going to have to take matter into my own hands. So I slide my hand down my to run my fingers through my lips. Finding my silky little panties are already soaking wet. The first touch on my clit makes my body jump. It's already awaiting my fingers. Each stroke across my clit makes my pussy leak more and more. If only I had a nice hard cock in my mouth. My nipples are so hard I'm afraid they may break through my blouse. As I'm about to reach my climax I have to remember. NO SCREAMING. And it hits me like a wave crashing on my back. I look around the room. And who would be looking? My gentleman friend, and with a smile and a nod he takes a sip of his coffee. I hope the coffee is as good as the show.