It was a few weeks into Spring and the clouds of winter had begun to give way to the ebbing summer sun. Each morning I’d sip my coffee and peer over from my paper toward her. Never did I stare, only fleeting glances towards her slim figure and silky black hair. But as the weather warmed and her skirts drew shorter, it became harder to look away.

Several months this lasted, till she caught my eyes fixed on her thighs. I looked away as suddenly as I could, perhaps too obviously, I wanted to get up and leave but I was not about to stand in a busy café whilst hoping no one noticed the indiscretion south of my belt. Thankfully she got up herself; I kept my head down as I felt my face reddening I feigned interest in my paper. A moment later came a breathy voice in my ear. “If you like to watch, come to the hotel on the corner at 7 tonight. Room 507.”

That evening I arrived, shaking from excitement. She answered the door in a bath robe, welcomed me in and gestured at a chair. As I sat, she leant over me, taking my wrists and cuffing them to the back of the seat. “I’m glad you came…we love company.” If I wasn’t already hard enough, this statement had pre-cum collecting on the fabric of my briefs. A man walked out of the bath room, he was naked and erect. She beckoned him over as she dropped her robe and sat on my lap. She then began gently grinding against my hard cock whilst taking him in her mouth. A hand grasped my balls and pulled them as I inhaled sharply; she squeezed and rubbed in time with the bobbing of her head, her fingers occasionally wrapping around my shaft. For quite some time this went on before she changed the pace, leaning back against me, her face next to mine, she drew her partner down between her legs.

It was a sensational experience, feeling the heat of her body and her breath quicken in pace as she came to his mouth whilst she pulling at my hair and digging her nails into my arm. By this stage I was getting quite close to orgasm myself, I was so worked up by the visuals and she was continually bucking against my crotch. Her man began kissing his way up her body, but not looking at me once, he focused his eyes on hers as he entered her. Beads of sweat trickled down his body as he trust into her with an urgent pace. She rocked against his trusts and mine as I strained for as much body contact as I could. Wrapping her legs around his waist she pulled him hard against her as her mouth widened in a silent scream of pleasure. After a moment of composure, she slid onto her knees and began to stoke his cock. After a very short, very hot minute he was covering her breasts in ribbons of thick cum. The dressed quickly, he left first but she remained long enough to shoot me a cheeky smile and tell me they’d ordered me room service.

They left me there, tied to a chair in a hotel room I didn’t hire with my cum in my pants. Unfortunately I’ve not seen either of them since, it might be time to try a new coffee shop.