Hot Coffee

Cindy had her legs crossed demurely under the table, her chin resting in the palm of her hand as gazed warmly across at Bradley. Her new boyfriend was scanning through the menu when, sensing her eyes on him, he looked up. "What's up?" He asked, slowly raising an eyebrow.

"I dunno. What's up with you?" She murmured, biting her lip seductively. Bradley chuckled, "You're such a perv, Cind."

"Nothing wrong with that, hot stuff. Now show me your tits."

"Isn't that my line?"

"Sue me for fucking plagiarism," she leaned in closer and dropped her voice to a whisper. "Sue my little pants off me."

"Don't," Bradley shifted in his seat. "That gets me..."

"Going? Good. I like it when you get flustered. Go on," she grinned. "Show me your tits!"

Bradley set down the menu with a sigh and looked around, before grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and lifting it to reveal his chest, a bog-standard nipple surrounded by hair peeked out at her. Cindy clapped her hands and bounced up and down in her seat, "God, you're fit."

"No, you're fit."

"No, you're fit!" She uncrossed her legs, raised the left one and placed it in his lap. He jerked back in surprise as she began to wiggle her toes up and down on top of his crotch. "That fella in there's pretty fit, too."

"Cindy!" Bradley gasped, his 'fella' already coming out of hibernation, stiffening and pressing up against Cindy's toes through the layers of his boxers and trousers. "Not here!"

She looked around innocently at the coffee shop around them. "Why not? Too...hot for you?"

Bradley's face started to turn a similar shade to his hair, and he wiped a gathering torrent of sweat from his forehead, then went to remove her foot. In response, Cindy pressed it harder into his crotch, drawing a grunt from him. "Cor...Cindy...fuck..." he tried to maintain his composure as she intensified her **** on his cock, rubbing her sole up and down against the front of his trousers. He felt a familiar, warm jolt of pleasure, the effects of the impromptu foot-job making themselves known. "Cindy," he warned. "This place doesn't have a bathroom, I won't be able to...to clean up if you—"

"Me? I'm not doing anything," Cindy insisted. "If you make a big mess in your pants, well, that's your problem."

Bradley clenched a fist, trying to move her foot aside with his other hand. He was all for a bit of fun, goodness knew they'd had their fair share in the hours since they'd decided to go exclusive, but in the middle of a shop? That was a far cry even from fucking in front of a lone witness in an otherwise empty bathroom. Cindy's smile only got wider, and her other foot came up and fell into his lap. By now, his cock was standing up, pushing and pushing against his trousers, and she felt his shaft with her toes, wrapping both feet around it and stroking keenly.

Bradley jolted back again, his pupils dilating. "Cindy! Cindy, no!" He hissed, his mouth twitching as he suppressed the urge to smile back at her. Cindy ignored him, and went right on servicing him with her feet, flashing glances at the other patrons and at the waitstaff. A short, but well-endowed waitress with her hair in a ponytail passed by their table, and she called out to her. The waitress came over, and Bradley avoided eye-contact as he struggled to push down the building pressure in his trousers. From the angle she was standing at, whether the waitress could see what was going on under the table was questionable. Her gaze was fixed mostly on Cindy, while she stole only one or two glances at her beleagured boyfriend. "Hi!" Cindy said, by way of greeting. "We were just wondering if you've got any vegan options for the frappucinos?"

The waitress frowned, and shook her head. "No, no I'm sorry I don't think we do. If you're a vegan, I can ask my colleagues behind the counter to make sure?"

"Not strictly Vegan, to be honest with you...I actually quite enjoy the taste of..." she looked over at Bradley. "Cream. Can't get enough actually, always licking it off my fingers, savouring the taste of it on my tongue...I only occasionally prefer vegan options; most of the time? I'm cream-mad!" she poked her tongue out at Bradley, and gave him a long, hard stroke with both feet. He groaned quietly, slumping forward in his chair as he felt his cock beginning to twitch in advance of his cumming. "C—cind..." he whined, and the waitress stared at him with a concerned look. His balls were warm as heatlamps, and his head seemed to become extra-sensitive as they approached the Big Moment. Bradley felt weak, he didn't think he had the strength to fend Cindy off before she made him cum right here in the midst of the shop. In desperation, he **** a hand between her feet and clamped it down over his cotton-covered joystick, attempting to forestall the explosion that was about to issue forth from it.

"He alright?" She asked. Cindy laughed and nodded, "Oh, he's just fine, just a little...precious today," she explained airily. The waitress nodded, leaving the table. Cindy could feel what he was trying to do with his hand, and she warned him, "If you don't take that hand away, I'll get under the table and suck that bad boy till you cum for me, I swear."

Bradley sighed. He knew he had a choice before him, and found himself pondering which would be the better of the two, not wanting to draw too much attention to them here, but also aware of his new girlfriend's insatiable appetites.