She opened her eyes and said, “Smells like you and that lovely lady had a nice time this morning.”
That was impressive. I thought we had cleaned up fairly well, but not well enough apparently.
“That obvious, huh?” I replied, not caring to deny it.
“Not to someone who doesn’t know what to look for. But I do,” she said with a smile. “The way you watched her leave left no doubt that you’re looking forward to seconds.”
I shrugged. “Can you blame me?”
“No,” she leaned forward, daring me to stare at her ample chest. “But looking at me the way you do right in front of my husband, that’s a bit more daring.”
“I don’t know. I think maybe it’s more of a compliment to him. He has to know he’s with the most stunning woman in the room.”
Now it was her turn to cock a curious eyebrow. “Aren’t you flattering…”
“Just making conversation. But, to your point, what would your husband think if he saw you sitting here with me?” I leaned forward to match her posture and waited for a response.
“You let me worry about that,” she said with a chuckle.
“While we’re on the subject,” I queried, “What brings you over to my humble table?”
“A hunch.”
“A hunch…” I repeated.
“Yes, a hunch. You see, I pride myself on being able to read people. Get a sense of what they’re like just by observing them. And you,” she said as she fingered the crystal hanging from her neck, “You intrigue me.”
I had never thought of myself as intriguing. I was a good enough-looking guy, I kept myself in shape and so forth, and I was easy to get along with, but that was about it.
“Do you believe in auras?” she asked.
That took me off guard. “I…I’ve never really thought about it,” I admitted. “Why do you ask?”
“I’m picking up something interesting about yours.”
I wasn’t sure I believed in this sort of thing, but I was enjoying the company so I had no qualms about talking about it.
“How so?”
“It’s very…light. Good. But passionate as well.”
“I assume that’s a good thing?”
“It is,” she confirmed. “But it’s harnessed. You haven’t let it loose. What’s your sex life like?”
That was forward. I thought for a moment. “As good as anyone else’s, I guess.”
“Hmm…” she thought, narrowing her eyes. “May I venture a guess?”
“Go for it.”
“You’re consumed with lust.”
“Huh?” I said incredulously. “No, no, I take respect for women very seriously…”
She held up her hand for me to stop. I did.
“That’s not what I’m saying,” she said. “Let me finish. You’re consumed with lust, but you’re also a good person. So you cage that lust, afraid that if you let it out you might hurt someone.”
I thought about it. I did tend to hold back sometimes, especially with a new partner.
“That may be true,” I admitted. “But not hurting people is kind of a big deal for me.”
She smiled empathetically. “I understand. But here’s a word of advice from a complete stranger. Lust can be destructive when it’s focused solely on your own pleasure. But when you channel that lust into pleasing your partner…well, it does what it’s supposed to do.”
I wasn’t sure if what she was saying made any sense, but I couldn’t help but feel like she was on to something. I had felt somewhat…self-inhibited, I guess. Like I could be living life more fully. I had no idea it was connected to my sexuality, though.
“Can I give you an example?” she asked as she leaned back again.
I nodded.
She lowered her voice to just above a whisper. “When I caught you staring at me I felt a bit of lust, too. Which left me with three options. One, just ignore it and go on about my day. Two, take you into the bathroom and ride your face until I exploded all over you. Or three…”
Suddenly, I felt the wiggling of toes across the front of my pants. My eyes went wide and it took me a moment to process what was happening. I hadn’t even seen her take her shoe off. I was immediately grateful for the tablecloth that hung low along the side of the table.
“Three,” she continued, “I use that lust to satisfy you.”
My cock sprang to life in my pants as her toes and the sole of her foot kneaded the underside of my erection. I planted my hands on the table in front of me as she rubbed back and forth, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body.
“You might think,” she murmured as she massaged my cock under the table, “that you’re getting more out of this than me. But I know…I know that lust is selfish unless it’s fulfilling someone else’s desire. But lust for another’s pleasure…well, that is the right place for it. And it feels soooo good.”
I struggled to control my breathing as her toes gripped the head of my cock. She wiggled them, first slowly and then faster. The slight jiggle of her chest as she did so sent me over the edge.
I inhaled sharply. Cum sprayed and drenched both the front of my pants and, through them, her toes. She continued to rub, gently coaxing the last of my seed.
I relaxed back into my seat, my mind in a whirl. What the fuck just happened?
She leaned forward and smiled. “How do you feel?” she asked.
I gulped, taking a few deep breaths. My voice a bit shaky, I answered, “Satisfied…confused…”
“You know how I feel?”
I shook my head.
“I feel powerful. I feel like I’ve done a good thing, and I’m more alive because of it. I feel like the universe is pleased with what I’ve given you.”
I took a long drink from my glass of water. Setting it back down I looked at her and nodded. “I think…I think I’m starting to get it.” The cold of the ice plus the cool dampness in my pants was bringing me back to the moment.
“I wonder if you’d try something for me,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“You’re going to see that lovely woman again?”
I nodded. I was hoping to, at least.
“When you do,” she instructed, “don’t cage your lust. Channel it. Focus it on her pleasure, her desires.”
She opened her clutch and pulled out a business card. Sliding it over to me, she said, “And let me know how it goes.”
She slid her shoe back on and stood. “It was a pleasure meeting you…”
“Mark.”
“Mark,” she repeated. “I’ll be waiting for your feedback.”
With that, she turned and left the cafe.
I sat in a daze, staring down at the cold sandwich in front of me. It would take me a while to process what had just happened. For now, I settled into my orgasmic afterglow and was grateful I had a spare suit tucked away in my office.