Today I felt like having sex
I strolled through the city center in search of an ice cream parlour. It was wonderfully warm, the first sunny day of spring. The stores were correspondingly full. Apart from me, other people were thinking of spending the beautiful Saturday stocking up their summer wardrobes. I had already done my shopping. I held bags from various fashion boutiques in both hands. I was still delighted with my new purchases, which were both chic and not that expensive. Now, however, after a hectic morning, I had a strong desire to finally sit down ... and above all, I wanted the first ice cream sundae of the season.
Finally, a small café came into view, which, from the looks of it, wasn't as crowded as most of the ones right next to the big shopping centers. It was utopian to even get a seat there on a day like this. Instead, I took the short walk to drink a cappuccino in peace and treat myself to a large portion of sweet ice cream. As expected, there were several free tables. I turned my head to choose the best seat. I didn't want to sit in the middle of the hustle and bustle, so I opted for a bench in a small alcove. From here I could watch the others, but I wasn't visible at first glance. Breathing a sigh of relief, I put my bags down and sank onto the seat. My feet hurt in the sandals.
It probably hadn't been the best idea to go shopping in those heels, but on the other hand, my sandals went best with the breezy dress I'd chosen that morning. Like I said... I was ready for the sun from head to toe.
This also included my spring fever; I had been noticing attractive men crossing my path all morning. No wonder really - after several months without a relationship, my love life was completely dormant. This didn't usually bother me that much, but now, in the warm sunshine and with lots of good-humored people around me, I was also overcome with a longing to have a man again. It would be nice not to sit here alone in the ice cream parlor. I wouldn't have minded sharing my ice cream sundae with a male. It wasn't even about love ... I simply felt this lustful tingling inside me that I had been missing for far too long. I felt like sex today!
And that's why I saw interesting guys wherever I looked. Just as I became aware of this once again, I heard a chair scraping across the tiles. Someone took a seat at the table directly opposite. Automatically, I looked up from my ice cream menu, which I was still studying, even though I had long since made up my mind and ordered. My heart beat faster. The man, who also preferred the empty, rear area of the café instead of sitting in the busy part, was simply incredible - and exactly my type. Long, black hair fell down to his shoulders. Despite the heat, he was dressed in black leather trousers. He wore a matching black shirt and heavy boots. I noticed a tattoo on his wrist ... I noticed all of this in a second. Just as I knew immediately that he was also looking at me. He didn't look away out of politeness when I raised my head; instead, he stared me straight in the face.
I took a deep breath. Even though my friends teased me for it ... somehow I was totally into that kind of guy. I liked bold guys, I liked tattoos and leather; and I loved it when members of the male sex wore their hair long. Why that was - I have no idea. I've always been bored of suits. The one who had just taken a seat right next to me, on the other hand, was pure sex ... A pleasant warmth spread through my lap. Even without the fact that my thoughts had been revolving around the most beautiful secondary matter in the world all morning, this man would have turned me on immediately. Now, however, I was literally vibrating. I had just been thinking about how much I would have loved to experience another hot fuck.
again ... and this magnificent specimen was already sitting in front of my nose. And his penetrating gaze was still resting on me. Perhaps he found me as interesting as I found him ... I didn't look away either. My whole body immediately went into a flirtatious position.
Despite my aching feet, I was glad of the high heels at that moment. I didn't know why, but in my experience there was nothing better than pumps and short skirts to attract a man's attention. I casually turned so that the small bistro table no longer covered me. I crossed my legs, letting the fabric of the fluffy dress slip so far that a little more of my thigh was visible. As expected, the man's eyes followed this movement ... and promptly lingered on my legs. I was inwardly triumphant. Although I hadn't been interested for a long time, I hadn't forgotten how to flirt. I casually tapped my foot and supposedly turned my attention back to the menu, but of course I didn't take my eyes off my sexy counterpart. He was still looking at me. His gaze slowly slid higher, now also taking in the rest of my body.
A hot quickie
Even when the waitress appeared at his table, he made no move to turn towards her. I heard him order a coffee in a dark voice ... and was absurdly glad that he didn't want an ice cream sundae. An ice cream creation with colorful umbrellas would have destroyed the eroticism of the moment for me. And that was all that mattered at that moment. I wanted sex with exactly this guy! My center was tingling with desire and I felt the fire of lust spreading through my pleasure center. Just a hot little quickie . .. that would be the sweetest ending to this wonderful shopping trip. I thought about it. Maybe this man was just the one for my wildest, dirtiest fantasy... and if not, I would never see him again. My hormones were on a rollercoaster.
Slowly, I slid away from the table a little more. I was glad that we were alone in this corner of the large room. I paused briefly as the young Italian placed my ice cream sundae in front of me and served my counterpart's coffee. We had both become indifferent to our order. I sensed that the stranger was watching me with interest; he was waiting to see what I would do next. Then a look of astonishment crossed his face. His cool mask slipped for a moment as I lasciviously opened my thighs. In the same movement, I gathered my dress up a little further. The partition of my alcove protected me and even from the side, a casual onlooker wouldn't have been able to see much. However, I now offered my erotic counterpart a direct view of my shaved pubis. Only the narrow strip of fabric of my thong was still distracting. Having become brave, I slipped my hand into my cleft and let my fingers glide briefly over the thin cotton fabric. Excited and full of lust, I watched the long-haired man's facial expressions. I could see him struggling with his rising lust. I curiously examined the bulge in his crotch; unfortunately, the firm leather was not particularly suitable for revealing to me how big his best piece was getting at the sight.
My pubis was warm and hot under my fingertips. I got goose bumps. It was total madness what I was doing here, but that's exactly why it was so hot. My heart pounding, I pulled the thong aside. My hotspot was longing to be touched. The stranger's dark eyes were glued to my hand as I began to stroke myself. I slid my fingers through my velvety wetness, dipped them briefly into my entrance and then playfully circled my clitoris. Pleasant shivers trickled through every fiber of my body. I was hotter than I had been for a long time, but I still had myself well under control.
At the moment, it was mainly about teasing my partner. I wanted to give him a show; until he couldn't take it any longer and would willingly follow me to satisfy me hard and fast. Nothing in the world was as hot as an anonymous quickie. And I was sure that my chosen one was already struggling with his self-control. I could see it in his eyes. If that was even possible, they seemed to be getting even darker. There was a hungry expression in the stranger's gaze. His hand had intuitively wandered to his crotch and was kneading the mound there. I was probably the epitome of even his dirtiest fantasy. I would be the hottest slut he had ever met ...
I carefully slid down the bench. My butt pushed up against the edge of the seat, my legs were wide open. If he had knelt in front of me, it would have been the ideal position -
but of course that was impossible in the middle of an ice cream parlor. I continued to caress myself, alternating between my throbbing entrance and my hotspot, which sent little jolts of electricity through my body every time I touched it. If I had been alone, I would have closed my eyes long ago and given myself over completely to the intense desire inside me; but as it was, it was much more appealing to watch the man's battle of emotions. His hand tightened around the bulge in my leather trousers. It was an indescribable thrill to see how difficult it was for him to simply be the spectator. No man in his position would seriously expect to get the woman, to actually be allowed to take her later.
Masturbation in public
Even this taboo act of masturbation in public was more than he had probably ever expected. Of course, he didn't know what was going on in my head. He had no idea how close he was to a short, spontaneous fuck. For him, the scene was a horny sight; for me, it was just the prelude to an even more arousing moment when I would feel his big, hard penis deep inside me. I held out, savoring the moment to the full. At some point, however, my limit was reached. Without worrying about my shopping or the half-melted sundae, I stood up. My skirt fell down. My fingers were wet from my lust.
I sought eye contact with the stranger before walking past him with swaying hips and heading for the men's room, clearly visible to him. I hoped he would take the hint. I also chose the rooms for the male sex, as no one usually stayed there for long. Women could spend ages in front of mirrors. I was lucky. Despite the busy café, there was no one in the large, brightly tiled room. As soon as I pushed open the door of a cubicle, I heard the door slam and was suddenly embraced hard from behind. A huge erection pressed against my butt.
"You're driving me crazy!"
The deep voice trembled with suppressed lust. A new wave of excitement flowed through my abdomen. This was exactly how it should be. I could hardly wait any longer. I quickly turned around and pulled the much taller man into the cubicle with me. He didn't need any help. Without hesitation, he opened his pants, freeing his rock-hard strap. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist, feeling his hand under my ass as he roughly lifted me up so he could penetrate me. He routinely pushed the thong aside. We moaned at the same time as I slid onto him. He was big and deep inside me.
Although he had bent his knees, the tips of my toes barely touched the floor. He seemed to be able to hold me with ease. The cold plastic of the cubicle partition pressed against my back. We looked into each other's eyes for a second ... and then I had the best sex of my life!
My hand dug into his wonderfully long hair, the other clung to his shoulder. There was no need to try and hold on to me. It was he who set the rhythm, holding me in his hard grip as he ruthlessly took possession of me. The wall at my back vibrated under the force of his thrusts. We moaned out our pleasure loudly; we didn't care if another guest noticed what we were doing. At that moment, it was just him, me and our overwhelming lust.
Shivers of pleasure coursed through my body. As if through a fog, I took in his scent, his aftershave, the consistency of the shirt fabric, the warm leather on my bare leg. He thrust himself into me again and again, his thrusts becoming even faster and more unbridled. My arousal curve shot up steeply. It wouldn't be long before I had an orgasm...
"Do you have another wish?"
"What?" I startled. Only now did I realize that I had been lost in thought and had spooned up my sundae. I hadn't tasted anything. Confused, I tried to remember what I had to say. The Italian looked at me questioningly. My gaze wandered to the good-looking long-haired man at the table opposite. He looked at me again. However, the absent expression on his face made it clear that he wasn't looking at me at all ... he was lost in thought. What a pity. He really was exactly my type.
Horny fantasy
The intense tugging in my abdomen reminded me of my indescribable, detailed fantasy. In my head, my climax was already within reach. How I would love to experience exactly that one day. As I turned to the waiting waitress, I wondered what was actually stopping me. Maybe the cool guy would take a closer look once I was the slut from my dirty thoughts. The waiter pulled away.
I slowly slid sideways in my seat, crossed my legs and casually gathered the fabric of my dress ...