Caffe shenanigans

The next day the warm foggy feeling had settled deeper into my mind. I felt constantly horny and restless. Alex suggested a busy downtown cafe with outdoor seating overlooking a busy street. "Let's sit outside," he said. "Plenty of people passing by."

I wore the shortest pleated skirt and a tight, low-cut top with no bra. As soon as we sat at a small table right next to the pavement, I felt deliciously exposed. The skirt barely covered me when I sat down.

I ordered a coffee and immediately let my legs drift apart. The young waiter in his mid-twenties came over and his eyes dropped straight between my thighs. I smiled at him sweetly and didn't close my legs. Instead I shifted forward, giving him a long, clear view of my bare, wet pussy.

Alex stayed quiet beside me, breathing heavier as he watched the waiter’s obvious reaction.

The waiter kept coming back refilling water, asking if everything was okay. Each time I flirted more shamelessly: licking my lips, leaning forward so my top gaped, and spreading my legs wider. In my head I kept imagining him pulling me into the back alley or bathroom and fucking me hard with what I hoped was a much bigger cock than Alex’s.

I slipped my phone under the table and recorded a short video. "Emily... I’m at this cafe spreading my legs for the waiter. I can’t stop fantasizing about cheating on Alex with him… about letting a stranger with a bigger cock use me while Alex just sits and watches."

Alex leaned in and heard me. His cock visibly strained in his pants and he gave me a small, intensely aroused nod.

I sent the video.

Emily replied quickly: "Good girl. Stop teasing and start delivering. Flash him properly. Touch yourself where he can see. Tell me how badly you want to cheat."

The message sent another warm wave through me. When the waiter returned I deliberately dropped my napkin between my feet. As he bent down to pick it up I spread my legs wide and stayed there, giving him an up-close view of my dripping pussy. He froze, staring.

While still bent over, I whispered, "Do you like what you see?" He nodded, breathing hard. For a moment his hand brushed my inner thigh as he pretended to help. The contact made me shiver with need. I almost begged him to finger me right there.

I kept my legs spread and slowly rubbed my clit under the table, right where he could see. The waiter’s face was flushed. He adjusted himself obviously and lingered far longer than necessary, eyes locked on my pussy.

The intense risk and the feel of his eyes on me pushed me over the edge. I had a quiet but powerful orgasm at the table, thighs trembling while maintaining eye contact with him. He watched the whole thing, clearly rock hard.

We finished our coffee shortly after. The waiter gave me one last long look as we left. On the walk home my mind was flooded with vivid cheating fantasies. Alex stayed mostly quiet but the bulge in his pants never went down. He was clearly loving every second of my growing desperation.

Later that evening Emily sent another message: "You did well today. Before you sleep tonight, both of you listen to this new file. It will help you relax and embrace everything you're feeling."

She attached a new audio file titled "Deeper Submission - Night 2".

This was escalating fast, and I was craving more.