The Seamstress

I've always been a people watcher. I love sitting at my favourite coffee shop drinking a tall latte while watching the world go by. I try to imagine what the other patrons are thinking or doing. Why are they there? Are they waiting for a friend? Are they foreign spies ready to pass on corporate or government secrets to the highest bidder? Are they writing the next bestselling novel or are they just passing the time watching others mill about like I am?

I have been coming to this café for some time now. It's a peaceful kind of place. Not too busy but usually reasonably full. The tables are set out so some are in the open air and some in more secluded parts of the shop. It's always clean and the coffee is good. It is a small enough place however that I began to notice a few regulars; there was the business guy who just droned into his phone and stared at his laptop the entire time he was there and the old ladies that always order tea with scones except the last week of the month when they pushed the boat out and had cream cakes.

It was the girl who came in as often as I did who really caught my eye. She was dark haired, maybe dyed, about 5'6" and late 20's early 30's. She was curvy in all the right places. She always dressed casually in loose fitting clothes and if she hadn't been so intriguing, I may never have noticed her. I first started to take note when she left rather abruptly one day. She stood up suddenly enough to jar the table and set the cup and saucer rattling. Nothing unusual in that but enough to make most of the shop look up at the noise. Her cheeks went red with embarrassment and she left in an almost rushed manner. I started to day dream about what could have caused her to rush out so fast. Thoughts of remembered deadlines on critical jobs came to mind, or maybe she was late for an appointment. I spent the rest of my stay that day lost in thought about the pretty little brunette with the mysterious life.

The next time I was in the café I made an effort to look out for the girl, more lady I suppose, who had made such a sheepish exit last time I was in there. I did not have to look for long. She came in and ordered her usual drink and then sat down in a quiet corner to drink it. I was sat opposite to her at the other side of the shop and, despite how many people were in there, had a clear view of her. I watched her over my glass; sipping slowly so I had a reason to be looking in her general direction should she look up. She pulled a small book from her bag and began to read. I don't know how long I sat staring at her but eventually she got up and left. The thing that got me this time was how flushed she looked when she left. Was her drink that hot? I couldn't imagine how it could be as she took so long to finish it. I decided to watch her more closely.

It was a couple of weeks until I saw her in the shop again. She sat in her usual place with her usual drink. I had decided to move to a different seat so I could watch her better but still remain anonymous. What I saw this time was incredible. She pulled out her little book and leant forward a bit to read it as she had done so many times. This time I noticed her left hand in her lap disappear into the folds of loose cloth of her skirt. I could see her arm moving rhythmically under her skirt and her face becoming rosy. I had to double take. Was I seeing this? Was this quiet little brunette fingering herself in the coffee shop and only I noticed? She carried on for a few more minutes before letting out a small sigh coupled with a little shudder. Bloody hell, she only went and had an orgasm right there in front of me. I could feel my face warming and my own level of arousal begin to rise to the point where I felt like I might have to satisfy myself. My mind was still reeling from what I had just witnessed when she got up to leave. It may have been my imagination, but I swear she looked me in the eye and gave the tiniest of smiles. My thoughts now were racing and it was some time before I left the café that day.

The next time I saw her in the café we were sat in the same seats as we were when she had played with herself in front of me. She was wearing tall boots and a shorter skirt than I recall her ever wearing. I was so curious to see if she would pleasure herself again and was both excited and turned on by the thought of another voyeuristic show. As had happened the last time, the little book came out and she started to read. Her hand slowly left the table and was buried in her skirt. She opened her legs under her table just enough for me to see that she wasn't wearing knickers and her finger was working its magic against the bud of her flower. I was mesmerised and began to feel extremely horny. I watched this open mouthed with my imagination running wild with fantasies. Because of my wandering and lustful thoughts, it took a few minutes for me to realise that she wasn't reading her book any more. No, she was watching me, looking me right in the eye. I felt like my face had burst into flames. Caught red-handed watching a woman finger fuck herself, I didn't have a clue what to do or where to look. She just smiled a beautiful smile that turned into a laugh and then, with obvious pleasure, proceeded to lick the tips of her fingers that had just been massaging her love button to climax. I was turned to stone with the shock of it. My own arousal was peaking at orgasm level and it wouldn't have taken much for me to cum right then and there. I don't really remember her leaving that day but I do remember having to leave the café with a damp pair of pants on.

I was hooked now and looked forward to seeing my little brunette perform again for me. I got to the shop and went to the counter to order my latte. The barista said my coffee was already bought and waiting for me at the table in the corner. My friend had come in early and ordered for both of us.

She was waiting for me. I was terrified. It was OK dreaming about this woman and watching from across the room but now she wanted me to sit with her. What was I to do? I summoned my courage and went over to her. She smiled and stood up to give me a hug like we had been friends for years.

When we sat down she asked if I enjoyed the show the other day.

How could I not I replied.

She smiled her radiant smile and said she was really happy with that. She told me she had been watching me watching others for ages, fantasising about me and what I was thinking especially when I began to notice her. She started to imagine that I was undressing her in my mind and slowly teasing her with my tongue and fingers. She told how she had deliberately knocked the table that time to make sure she had my attention. I was getting more and more horny the more she told me.

I had to ask what was in the little book she kept reading and she told me it was mainly full of clothing design ideas. She designed cloths as a hobby and the book had many of her creative ideas in. Lately though, she had been writing down little snippets of thoughts about us getting intimate. Very intimate. Quite the revelation considering we had only just introduce ourselves. She had started to record these thoughts in the book a while ago and was reading them through when she had dreamed up a design of skirt that looked fine and sensible but allowed her to stroke her pussy in public without making it obvious. She had tried it out in the coffee shop one day and that's when she made up her mind to make a move on me. She decided to give me the full show because I had sat and watched her when she played with herself and didn't look disgusted, on the contrary, I had looked absolutley engrossed and very pleased. I was really flattered by this admission and was getting very turned on.

We finished our coffee and she asked if I would like to see her clothing collection and maybe she would model some for me. I nodded my agreement and we left the shop just as friends would. We were walking through a park toward her home when she said she needed to pee. I asked why she didn't go at the shop and could she wait until we got to her place, but she just said it didn't matter as she had already started to go.

I looked down and could see the shimmering wetness running down her legs. She didn't stop walking at all but kept going as if nothing unusual was happening. I just watched as the cascade reached its peak and died off to nothing leaving only a sparkle in the grass and sheen on her legs. She turned to look at me and asked if I wanted to see the rest of her legs seeing as I was so enamoured with then. I didn't have to respond as she just lifted her skirt to reveal light grey hot pants with a large dark wet patch reaching from her pubic bone all the way round to her curvy ass. I reached out without thinking and gently stroked her bottom and then her mound. The wet cotton made the sensation very erotic and she sighed with pleasure at my touch. She embraced me then and forced her tongue into my mouth. She pressed her chest hard against mine and we kissed like teenagers with my hands eagerly caressing her bottom through the damp panties.

Eventually we reached her place. It was a studio flat kind of place that she rented and it gave her the freedom to design and make clothes without interruption. We went to her work area where she showed me some of the more sexy clothes she had made and asked me to pick out something I fancied. I pointed to a random piece of clothing that hung on one of the racks. She took it and said she would be back in a minute, and I should make myself comfortable, choose something to wear for myself and crack open a bottle of wine from the cooler.

I took a bottle and poured two glasses for us. While sipping on the wine, I had a look through her collection of the more erotic design clothing. The pieces ranged from very revealing panties and bras made from what looked like silk through to full neck-to-toe body suits made from very soft leather with built in dildos and butt plugs. I was studying a body suit when she came back in wearing a bath robe. She asked me if I wanted to try the suit on. It had never been worn and was just an idea she had one time and she would love for it to be modelled.

I murmured maybe and took a gulp of wine. She came over to me and let the robe fall open as she did so. The piece I had randomly selected was revealed and it looked fantastic. She let the robe fall to the floor to reveal her hour glass figure wrapped by narrow strips of cotton tape. The material crossed over her breasts to cover her now erect nipples. A strip went down from her cleavage, over her belly button and widened to hide her trimmed hair before splitting into two as it came back around to encompass her butt. There were other strands and strips of material too that gave an almost spiders web look about it. How she put it on I don't know but I was soon to find out how it came off.

She came closer and took my face in her hands. She kissed me again and slowly moved her hands down my face to my breasts where I could feel my nipples begin to harden under her gentle touch. She took the wine glass off me and began to help me undress. I nervously told her I had never done anything like this before. She told me that this was a first for her too as I wasn't the type she normally slept with. She usually dated men.

"Me too," I said as she finished undressing me.

I was stood in front of her as naked as the day I was born. She caressed my body with her finger tips, circling my breasts with one hand and stroking my clean shaven pussy with the other. I was tracing the lines of cotton she was wearing when she stepped away from me and told me not to move. Moments later she returned with a leather body suit and asked me to put it on. I took it from her and began to dress when I noticed this one had both dildo and butt plug sewn into the crotch. I looked at her and she nodded her encouragement.

"I'm going to be too dry for these," I said.

"I can help with that." was the reply.

She got me to lay on the floor with the suit half on then she sat astride me and started to suck my nipples. She kissed the flesh of my boobs before slowly moving down, her mouth constantly kissing me across my belly to my shaven lips. Her eager tongue spread me in its search for my clit. Oh that felt electric when her tongue flicked across my bud. I could feel the warmth of her breath on my thighs as she teased me. After only a few seconds, she asked me to turn over and get onto all fours so she could help dress me. Once I had assumed that pose, she buried her head into my cheeks and her tongue soon found found my clit again. She nibbled and pressed it until I was on the edge of orgasm then she stopped.

"I want you wet, not worn out." she explained.

She took holds of the dildo in the suit and teased my opening with it before pushing it in to my pussy. I could feel it going deep inside me and it felt good; the girth of it spread me satisfyingly wide. I was still savouring the feel of the dildo when I felt her tongue pressing against my forbidden zone. She licked around my asshole before pushing her tongue into me. The feeling was strange; surely this wasn't right but if not, why did it feel so good? She pushed her tongue against me a few more times and then I felt a cold hardness pressing against my ass.

Slowly and carefully she pressed the plug into me until it was fully inside me. This was new to me but it felt OK and quite arousing. She got me to put the rest of the suit on and zipped up the front. I looked in the mirror at myself and was amazed at how sexy it made me look and feel. The leather was amazingly soft and supple and had small metal rings attached to the wrists and ankles. She said she had a special surprise in this one and proceeded to pull out a small black box she had laid on the bed. The suit, she told me, was designed to be used with chains or ropes that held the wearer spread eagle but didn't think that was for me. She told me the surprise was this as she pressed a button on the box.

I felt the dildo and butt plug begin to vibrate in pulsing waves. What I hadn't noticed was the little nub next to the dildo, I suppose vibrator is a more apt description, that was now pressing against my clit and vibrating too. She came over to me and started to squeeze my nipples through the leather. This was almost too much for me.

"I'm coming!" I shouted.

At this, she opened the front of the suit and started to bite and lick my tits but not so much that it hurt. I couldn't hold back any longer. The orgasm that raced through me was like never before and I felt myself wetting the leather with my pussy juices. Before I could recover she had stripped me to my waist. She laid me back down on the floor and began to pull the dildo and plug out while taking the damp clothing off me.

She had her thumb pressing on my clit and her tongue delving deep into me in no time at all and another climax began to build. I thought the first one was powerful but as I reached the peak, she pushed a finger or two into me and found the g spot. My back arched as the orgasm hit. I thrust against her hands and thrashed around as wave after wave of intense pleasure raged through me. My muscles clenched and pushed and a jet of pee forced its way out of me to splash against her chest. I couldn't believe what I had done but she just carried on playing with me as if nothing had happened.

The cotton crossing her chest had become see-through from my eruption and it revealed her tiny nipples. I sat up and pushed her to the floor. It was my turn to play. I'd never fucked a woman before but I had a good idea of how to please one. I'd spent many evenings alone practicing on myself after all. I teased her nipples with my mouth, gently kissing and sucking on them. My hands caressed and squeezed her tits much to her delight. I could taste a saltiness to her skin and I realised that it was my fountain of cum that had covered her that I was kissing and licking off her chest. This just aroused me even more and I began to move down her body, kissing and licking all the way. The strips of cotton were easy to move out of my path as I made my way down to her pussy. I don't know how she did it but by the time I got to her pussy, the panties part of her cotton ensemble were off. My mouth found a neatly trimmed bush and my fingers found her pussy lips created a smooth shaven path to her pink wetness. I found her clit with my teeth and, biting down carefully, I flicked my tongue across it. I kept my fingers busy by stroking her opening with one hand and pushing against her ass with the other.

Her pussy was overflowing with wetness as she came and the slippery fluid flowed out and down across her ass. I pushed my finger into her butt and felt her jump with shock or pleasure, I'm not sure which, before pulling it out and pushing back in again. From her reaction I thought that she had never felt a finger in there before although judging from her sex clothes design I imagine it was no virgin to toys. I pumped my fingers into her faster and faster and licked and sucked on her clit harder and harder until she came in a crescendo of tremors and groans. I eased off for a moment as I straddled her face and brought my pussy down to her mouth. She buried her face in my crotch as I began to speed up my ministrations. The orgasms we experienced were explosive and intense. I may have squirted a little bit more but she never stopped sucking on my clit or licking at my damp pussy. I eventually rolled off her and lay there staring at nothing. She did the same, lost in the moment.

I left her place that day with a pleasant ache and a promise that we would get together again for me to model some more of her designs in the erotica collection. And maybe a coffee too.

You never know, I might even tell you about them.