They had conspired to work the topic round to sex, as close to flirting as possible without being forced to admit it. The café abetted them, its walls filled with pictures of the laughing beautiful on sunny terrasses simultaneously urging its customers to indulge those fantasies here, while implying that it could only be a rehearsal for the real thing.
“The best bit for me is making her come,” he said, whispering the last word. “After all,” he continued, leaning back and crossing his arms, “pretty much everything else I can do by myself.”
She was mockingly suspicious.She feigned dismissiveness.As he’d hoped, she was mockingly suspicious. “Fine words,” she snorted softly, leaning forwards slightly to cup her hands around her saucer.
“Oh, there’s something special about seeing such delight in the face and feeling it in the body of one you love,” he said, turning away slightly.
“You mean, one you desire,” she said.
“Maybe.”
He quickly leaned forward and scoopedShe suppressed a thrill as he scoopedIgnoring the gorgeous hint of cleavage he knew had tilted into view, he pounced, leaning across and scooping up her right hand in both of his.
“Make yourself come,” he murmured. He relaxed his grip as she half-tried to take her hand away, but disbelieving amusement beat indignation, and she left her fingertips in his grasp. She looked around, then pointedly back at him.
“Seriously,” he insisted. “When I was less…productive, I used to masturbate in Latin tests. Individual desks, everyone minding their own business, not so different from here. Harder, actually, no talking to cover me.”
Her hand moved back into his, and for a few minutes neither spoke. At first they looked into each other’s eyes, but soon hers fell to the table in concentration, until the last moment, when she lifted her head to stare at him defiantly wide-eyed as she took and released a single shuddering breath. The vibrations coursed down her arm and he sat transfixed.
“Wow,” he said. “I…wow.”
They loosed hands and he finished his coffee. Suddenly, he fished his phone out.
“Shit!” he said, “meeting starts in three minutes.” He stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder. “Um…see you,” he said.
“See you,” she replied.
He turned and rushed out. After about a minute she picked up her coat and bag, and headed to the toilet.After about a minute she picked up her coat and bag, and headed to the toilet.As he passed the window he could see her still staring at her coffee cup.