1. Today My Name is Caprice


    Date: 6/23/2016, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: Verbal, Source: LushStories

    He enters the coffee shop at two minutes until two. He enters this same shop at the same time every Thursday afternoon. Sometimes if he’s early he’ll walk around the block, or sit at the bus stop bench and read, until it is time. He is never late. Those are the rules. The coffee shop is crowded, as is the street outside, midtown Manhattan in the afternoon on display through floor to ceiling windows. The room is large and old, brick walls, patterned tin ceiling rusting in several spots. The tables are covered in faded and mismatched plastic tablecloths. People are sitting in groups of two and three, talking, or by themselves, occupied by books and newspapers and cellphones and tablets and laptops. He takes a seat at a corner table so he can have full view of the room. He opens his laptop, fires it up, opens a window on it. He is rewarded with an almost inaudible chirp of a cricket, indicating he has a message. I’m here. Do you see me? No. Over by the window. At a table under that big ridiculous painting. Of the Minotaur? I hate that painting. I know. I know your tastes. :) Mmm. Yes. Now I can see you. What are you wearing? You can see what I’m wearing, dear. Yes. But I like it when you tell me. :) My hair is down. Those little ringlets you love falling on either side of my face. Just a hint of make-up, not too much. Pearl necklace. Thank you for that. The pearls? You’re welcome. :) The pearls, yes. And everything else. Keep going. White blouse. Tiny black lace bra underneath, ...
    which you can see through the white if you are really looking. I’m really looking. ;) You’d better be. One button too many unbuttoned. To tempt men into trying to catch a glimpse down my blouse. All men? Or just me? It depends on what you want, Sir. I’ll let you know, my pet. I know you will. Give me more. Short tight pencil skirt. Bright red. Blood red. That temping slit you love so much right down the middle of the skirt. So if I cross my legs you can see the tops of my stockings. Tell me about those. The stockings? Yes, pet. Thigh high. Black. A seam running straight up the backs of my legs. I love that seam. It took me forever to get them lined up exactly. Just for me? Yes, dear. What else are you wearing? High heels. The fuck-me-now black ones. The ones you love. And what else? Nothing. Nothing else? No panties? I thought it would please you, Sir. Mmm. It does, pet. That is so hot. You make my cock hard. Your cock is hard? Hiding under the tablecloth as you’re sitting there? Yes. That makes me purr, dear. I love it when you make me purr. Look closely, my nipples are hard, so hard you can see them through my bra. Tilt the laptop screen up to them. She pushes the laptop screen back so the camera is pointing at her nipples. She breathes in, arches her back, presenting them. It occurs to him that her nipples are now noticeably visible to the others in the coffee shop. He does not look to see if anyone is watching. That is so sexy. God I love your tits. I know you do. I love ...
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