The sun beat down on the dusty roadside cafe, the air thick with the scent of frying grease and cheap coffee. I watched her from across the parking lot, a nervous energy buzzing inside me. Her short shorts barely contained her curves, and the way she kept adjusting them sent shivers down my spine. A gust of wind lifted her skirt slightly, giving me a glimpse of her thighs, and I knew I couldn't resist any longer.
I strolled over, trying to look casual. "Mind if I join you?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. She looked up, a playful glint in her eyes. "Depends," she purred, "Are you going to behave?" I chuckled, pulling up a chair. We chatted for a few minutes, the tension building with every passing second. I could feel her eyes on me, assessing, teasing.
Then, I reached under the table, my fingers brushing against her thigh. She gasped softly, but didn't pull away. "Don't you dare," she whispered, her voice laced with excitement. But I dared. I slowly, deliberately, slid my hand further up, until I felt the soft fabric of her panties. She was already wet. I pressed my fingers against her clit, and she moaned, her body trembling.
Ignoring the risk of being caught, I slipped a finger inside her juicy pussy. She arched her back, her grip tightening on my arm. "Oh god..." she moaned, her voice barely audible above the rumble of passing trucks. I continued to finger her, watching her face flush with pleasure. Her tits strained against her top, begging to be touched. I leaned in and whispered, "Want me to touch those too?"
She nodded eagerly, and I reached out, cupping one of her breasts through her shirt. I squeezed gently, and she let out a soft cry. A couple of guys at a nearby table glanced over, but quickly looked away, a mixture of shock and envy on their faces. I pulled down her top slightly, exposing the top of her areola. It was perfect, pink and swollen. I licked my lips, wanting to taste her so badly.
I continued to finger her, faster now, harder, until she was on the verge of orgasm. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing in her chair. "Please..." she begged, "I can't..." I pulled my fingers out, just as she came in a series of shuddering spasms. I watched her, my heart pounding, as she tried to regain her composure. Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice husky. "That was... incredible." I smiled, knowing this was just the beginning. This milf craved the thrill of publicity, and I was more than happy to provide it. I just hoped no one caught us on camera.
