Sean sat with his coffee, gazing along the line of tables and out through the window to the street. Outwardly, he presented as any normal mid-30's man should - respectably attired, comfortable in his own skin and yet seemingly in control of his circumstances. Tall with broad shoulders, a youth spent endlessly playing sport had left him with a frame that belied his now lack of active participation.
He noticed her immediately when she walked in. Around 5'10" with shoulder length brown hair, her body looked the perfect balance between fit and offering enough to grab hold of and really enjoy some physicality together.
Her name was Rachel, and Sean knew her well. They first met over a decade ago, and married shortly after. In the years since they had encouraged each other's sexual exploration, pushing the limits of what they knew, what they'd experienced and what they had felt. They had grown together like no one else they knew, and here today they were going to grow further.
Their meeting at this cafe, at the specific table Sean found himself at was not by chance. Careful planning had led them here, to follow a rush they both longed to feel.
Sean watched as Rachel ordered her coffee, only allowing for fleeting eye contact. However, knowing that Sean was watching intently gave Rachel the opportunity to taunt and tease, first reaching down to adjust the clasp on her heel, making sure to bend from the hip and revealing to Sean that today was indeed the day they would push yet another boundary.
As she perched on a bar stool waiting for her order, Rachel's hand ever so subtly drifted up her outer thigh, knowing that Sean's major attraction were her legs, that he would often spend the bulk of foreplay traversing them from toe to hip working them both into a frenzy.
Sean had lost himself, staring at Rachel's hand as it gently stroked up and down. Regaining focus, he realised Rachel was now staring directly at him with a smile she tried in vain to hide.
The coffee order was now forgotten as Rachel left her bar stool and casually walked in Sean's direction. They had planned every aspect but never really knew how the day would unfold. Would the staff stop her? Would the other patrons storm out in disgust? All their questions were about to be answered.
As Rachel approached the table she saw that Sean already had his penis out, having started to pleasure himself while watching the earlier thigh show. Rachel didn't hesitate, her own pussy having been wet with anticipation from the moment she walked into the cafe.
Remaining calm and moving fluidly, Rachel turned her back to Sean and simultaneously sat on his lap, not a word being shared between them. Sean was inside her, feeling her hips grind against his hard cock and her body react as the pleasure began to course through her body.
Had anyone noticed? Glancing around it didn't appear so, the patrons busying themselves with their meals and newspapers. Rachel continued to grind, her hips pressing ever harder against Sean as she pleaded for him to go deeper.
They had agreed that mutual pleasure wasn't the goal, merely starting sex in this environment would have been enough for them. But now they were here, fucking in a cafe in the middle of the day. How much further could they go?
Sean reached around Rachel's hips and moved his hands between her thighs, feeling her tense as goose bumps raced across her skin.
He wanted nothing more than to stand and throw over against the table, feeling her incredible arse push against his as he rammed his hard cock ever deeper inside her soaking pussy. But this was about being subtle, being quiet and not drawing attention to themselves.
"Coffee up..." came the call from the counter. Surely this was it, the barista would look around for his customer and catch them in the act. Sean looked straight at him, and when their eyes met there was a moment of confusion as the barista took in what he was seeing.
But he didn't react, he didn't shout, he didn't demand they stop and leave. Instead his hand began rubbing his crotch through his pants.
Rachel had noticed also, and encouraged by their now public exhibitionism her grinding stepped up a gear and her breathing became heavier. Sean buried his face in Rachel's hair, while she kept her eyes firmly locked on the barista who now had his hand inside his pants, trying to hide behind the counter.
Arching her back, Sean knew that Rachel was close and that he too would not be lasting much longer. He threw caution to the wind and standing up, pressed Rachel's body against the table in front of them. Lifting her dress above her hips he began to fuck her like they were teenagers, the sound of their skin slapping carrying throughout the cafe.
Heads now turned, comments were made but not understood, Sean's focus only on reaching a dual climax with his coffee companion.
Rachel turned her head, the look on her face obvious - now! With a few final hard thrusts, Sean exploded deep inside Rachel as she herself convulsed as an orgasm ravaged her body, her pussy tightening around Sean's cock to extract every last drop of cum.
It had seemingly taken hours, but in reality was only a few moments. They quickly cleaned up and stood to leave, not saying a word as they walked past shocked patrons and staff alike.
"Excuse me!" came the cry as they approached the door.
Oh no, they were almost out the door and away...
"Ma'am, you forgot your coffee."
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