Coffee, Sugar, and Panties

It started innocently enough.

Well, that's a lie. Saying infidelity started innocently implies some sort of lack of understanding of the world or one's agency within it. Let's say, it started with me thinking I could have some fun without crossing any lines I couldn't brush away easily and with little imposition on my conscious.

Last spring things were not going well with my wife. To explain all of that would be a story all to itself. The point was in addition to my usual "just observing" beautiful women out in the world, I was now thinking of new kinks and how to scratch an itch I didn't have before.

The first day I really remember noticing this about myself, I was at my usual coffee shop. My commute into the city was long, it could be over an hour if traffic sucked so that meant I'd definitely be ready for a coffee or a treat before walking into the building--maybe it was more of a reset than any real need for caffeine and sugar.

I was standing patiently in line to order since I never could time using the order ahead app while driving. I noticed in the periphery of my scrolling my phone, that a woman in front of me had an incredible ass. She was wearing a light pink dress that was snug across her mid section--from what I could tell that is--and draped lightly over her curves. The reason I noticed her was she seemed to having trouble scratching an itch on the upper back of her leg and had reached under her dress to reach it. Nothing was too much was revealed but I found myself watch the material lift and fall a few times and hoping her hand needed to go up under the dress to get the itch.

But she kept doing it. And it was beginning to seem comical before she looked over her shoulder. She turned the color of her dress. I clearly was not what she expected to see standing behind her.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry! I thought you were my husband."

How often have I been caught in my adult life checking out a woman and not feel that I was the one who should be apologizing? Never. I played along.

"Oh so that wasn't for me then?"

"No sorry, and I am so so so embarrassed." She was holding her face in her hand.

"It's ok, I was beginning to worry you were being attacked."

She was laughing a little, her hand moved to her forehead. "I guess it's better to laugh with someone--that was bad tho."

"Yeah, always better to laugh with someone than stony judging silence I've learned."

She sighed heavily and the looked thoughtful, "Wait. You've...learned?"

"Yeah, the case of the jammed mustard dispenser at the county fair."

"Oh no."

"Oh yes, but the worst part was they had run out of napkins so I had to go back to the counter, cut in line, and ask the little teenager at the register for more napkins."

She was laughing hard now, but seemingly less embarrassed for herself.

"The thing that made it worse is no one said anything. I knew I looked ridiculous dripping with mustard and not one person laughed or said anything."

"Weren't you there with someone?" She was laughing pretty hard, clearly picturing it.

"My family were all off watching the bull riding, so I was pretty much alone. Just me and a very sad and plain hot dog."

"Ok. I guess that maybe sounds a little worse."

I grabbed my coffee which was ready before hers for some reason.

"Well, I hope your day gets better from here. And if you ever need anyone to check out your ass again, I'll be here."

She screwed up her face and made like she was going to hit me. I grinned and walked out the door. I was passed by a guy going in who was my exact height but dressed like a finance bro--khakis and a fleece vest. As the door shut I saw him make a beeline for the woman. He looked tense about something, her body language stiffened a little as he spoke and she handed him the order. I could only wonder what she had been trying to inject into their day. I felt a little bad it had been misdirected at me but damn was her ass nice.

A week or so later, I was picking up my coffee and as I turned to leave, I noticed her sitting at a table. Her laptop was open and she was studying something intently on the screen. I walked over to her.

"Need any help with your skirt or... not sure what it was you were doing exactly?" I was grinning madly at her.

She looked up, registered who I was and turned crimson but her eyes twinkled a bit.

"Nooo sorry, all set in that department today."

"Ok, I'm just here to help." I made a mock salute with my coffee.

"I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Jennifer. What is your name?" She extended her hand. Maybe trying to reset our nascent relationship.

I took her hand and said, "Stallion."

She laughed loudly, "Stallion is your name?"

"Oh I thought you asked for my stage name." I paused as I watched her laugh and her beautiful chest heave. "Sorry, my name is Eric." I joined in her laughter.

"Eric is better."

"I suppose in most cases. Listen, I have to run but hopefully I'll see you again here? Smoking hot dress or not." I smiled.

She blushed again as I turned.

I turned back, "so did it have the desired effect?"

"Did what?" She asked me curiously.

"The dress, on your husband?" I have no idea why I felt like I could ask.

Her face still raised up from laughing from our stupid banter, fell a bit, "no, not really."

"Well. It wasn't wasted." I winked and walked out of the coffee shop.

A few weeks went by before I saw her again. I was actually working on my laptop at the coffee shop, taking the opportunity to avoid someone in the office. I happened to look up and saw her with coffee in hand settling to into a table on the other side of the shop. She pulled out her laptop and while sipping her coffee, opened it and started scanning it.

I didn't think she had seen me so I took moment to study her. Her long auburn hair was flipped to one side and she wore a long-sleeved form fitting dress that had a accentuating but tastefully low neckline. She had crossed her legs and her matching kitten-heels that dangled a little from her foot. He skin was lightly tanned and toned.

I tried to get back to my work but kept stealing glances. She hand a pen in one hand and kept tapping it between the computer and back to her lips between sips of her drink as she seemed to work out some problem that was on the screen.

After a bit, I noticed she had uncrossed her legs. I shifted in my seat to see if I could see a little more of her legs. It was juvenile but she had captured enough of my imagination I wanted to see more. The shop was crowded and people kept walking by and obstructing my view but her legs had drifted apart and I was mesmerized as I caught a several glimpses of her white panties.

After I tried to inconspicuously dodge a few more people obstructing the view, she appeared to finish her coffee, quickly pack up her laptop, and walked out the door. She never looked around and I never caught her eye. I wasn't sure what the coffee shop version of a cigarette was, but I needed something after that--my heart was racing.

Again a week or two went by before I saw her. I had been spending a few mornings a week at least checking my email at the shop before heading in just in case I'd get another show of any sort. On this particular day I was sitting against the wall plugging away when she sat down right next to me.

"Hey there," she looked at me and smiled, "Eric is it? Or what was the other name?"

I chuckled and smiled back, "Eric. How are you?"

She pulled a padded envelope out of her back and tapped her fingers on it like she was thinking hard. After a moment, she straightened her back and quickly handed it to me as she became beet red. "Open this later."

"Uh... ok," I tried to read her face but it was a mix of a lot of expressions. Excited maybe? Her eyes sparkled but her flush skin was making me think she was embarrassed again.

"I'll catch you next time, ok." It didn't really sound like a question, but more like a self-assuring statement.

"Sure, ok," I returned.

After she left, I went straight to my office. It was an open seating type office but you could check out video conference rooms, so I did that and clicked the door shut. Once I felt I had some semblance of privacy, I opened the envelope.

It was a pair of white sheer panties. A tiny floral pattern was embedded in the material with a silky gusset in the middle before turning back to the sheer material up the back panel. I fingered them and looked closer, there was some slight marking right down the middle of the gusset like she had dampened them a little from arousal.

I carefully brought them to my nose and was rewarded the faint but distinct musky aroma of a woman's pussy. I could feel my knees buckle and I slide down the back of the door until until I was sitting on the floor.

She knew I was watching the other day. In fact, it seems she did that little show of crossing her legs, uncrossing, and flashing all on purpose and was enjoying it.

I could barely focus the rest of the day and bolted home early. I didn't expect my wife to be home, I honestly think she was having an affair on her own but there really wasn't evidence other than her schedule becoming more random. Maybe that's why I felt emboldened to indulge this little kink with this Jennifer at the coffee shop. It seemed mostly harmless.

I got home, shut the door to my office despite being the only one home, and sat down on the couch with my cock in hand. I played with her panties for a few minutes, exploring the material and studying the marking of her arousal on the inside before bringing them to my face and breathing deeply. I don't really remember rubbing my cock but I was quickly coming in thick ropes up my belly and all over my shirt.

It was the weekend so there wasn't any reason to go back into the office and by extension stop at the coffee shop for a few days. However, efore Monday arrived, I had gone into my office a few more times, shut the door and explored those panties while coming hard many times.

It would turn out that my schedule didn't allow for me to stop at the coffee shop until the middle of the week so my heart was racing the next time I did stop in. She wasn't there, I couldn't expect her to just be here waiting for me so she could cream her panties for me, but I had hoped.

As I was walking out, I nearly bumped into a guy coming and I recognized him as guy I assumed was Jennifer's husband. Then I realized she was following behind. I smiled neutrally and said 'excuse me.' Jennifer looked down, tucked her hair behind her ear nearest me and I could see her smile a little with a faint flushing of the cheeks.

I turned to look as I got a few steps beyond them. The husband and already crossed the threshold but I could see enough of Jennifer to admire her ass again as the door slowly swung shut. She had on a knee-length skirt that was form fitting, bare legs and those same kitten heels that showed off her tone legs. I wondered what she was wearing under that skirt.

The next day I didn't have any meetings scheduled so I got to the coffee shop early and found a table where I could survey the entire place. This time I was rewarded when Jennifer came in but was a little bummed to see she had loose fitting linen pants on.

She looked around and paused as she saw me. However she didn't come over, she got her coffee and sat on the other side of the shop. This time facing out the window which gave me a great view of her profile.

Her top was crisp white linen and draped nicely over her breasts. I kept stealing looks at her before I realized I could see her nipples pushing through the material. Not so much like she she didn't have a bra on, she clearly needed some support, but either she had huge stiff nipples, or the material of her bra was very thin. Either way, I was getting aroused.

She traced her hand lazily around her top and pants, as if to draw my eye to her curves --it was like she knew I was watching and toying with me a bit. Other than her hand slowly moving, she seemed engrossed in her laptop. This all added to the thrill, it was like this little show was so subtle, you had to know it was there to notice--and I had tickets.

Her index and thumb came back to her chest and almost like she was just adjusting her top, I could see her tweak her nipple nearest me and give a visible sigh. Then her hand slid down and disappeared into her pants. While the view was obstructed from the loose fabric, she brought her hand back to her mouth and licked her finger as if tasting.

I swear she was going to make me cum in my pants, I could feel the coolness of pre-cum in my shorts. I should leave but I didn't want to stop watching.

Looking at my watch though, I did need to get a move on so I made a show of closing my laptop. She briefly looked over at me so I winked. As I got my bag packed, she had leaned back, taking the cue that the show was over.

As I walked by her, I looked down and said, "um, it's really good to see you in here again. Tomorrow?"

She nodded with a smirk. I didn't know if she would bring me her soiled panties again. But I hoped she was getting the implication.

The next day traffic was terrible so I was late. As I was rushing into the shop, she was coming out and we literally ran into each other. It was the first time I could smell her perfume and it made my brain fog over briefly.

"I was worried you weren't going to come today." She said after straightening herself.

"Traffic," I said.

"Mmm mmm." She smirked.

We were standing in the street, the early morning sun was getting warm already reflecting off the surrounding buildings. She squinted a little before pulling down the sunglasses that were holding her hair back on top of her head.

"I really wanted to thank you for that package you gave me." I said cautiously.

Out in the sun with her sunglasses on I could not see her reaction but she didn't move other than the corner of her mouth turned up.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Like a lot?"

"Yeah, many times."

This elicited a chuckle from her. "I like hearing that."

"You do?" My heart was racing.

She rummaged into her shoulder bag while trying not to jostle her coffee and pulled out another package. My stomach flipped as she handed it to me.

"Maybe bring these back... and show me?"

I watched stunned as she turned on her heel and clicked down the block. She knew I was watching those hips sway until she turned the corner.

I skipped work.

I went home and pulled out her panties from the package. They were lace cheekies and still felt cool-damp down the middle. She must have saturated them for them not to dry out. I brought them to my face and breathed in. I was rewarded with her strong scent but also combined with her lovely perfume. The overall effect was quite intoxicating and my cock was staining for release.

I rubbed them on my cock til I was close. Sniffed them a bit more and then spread them on the bed like it was her laying before me. I did my best to aim right at the panties but I exploded all over the place. Most of the cum pooled right on the front but as the waves of my orgasm subsided in my cock and hamstrings, I knew I was going to be cleaning up the evidence for the rest of the afternoon.

I put the panties--now full of my own cum--back into the envelope. I quickly realized that was a bad idea as the paper began to absorb the dampness. So I ran downstairs to grab a sandwich bag from the kitchen when I heard the garage door making its unmistakable rumble.

I hadn't cleaned up yet.

I tucked the baggie with the panties in it into my back pocket as the door opened.

We looked at each other. My wife's frazzled look that was normal of late was slightly modified by brief surprise.

"You're home." We said at the same time.

"I had a meeting that made me really mad so I came home before I lost my cool." It was the best I could come up with since I didn't think I could pull off an illness on the spot.

"You can do that?"

"Well, I just said I had an appointment and was going to work at home." Suddenly this lie was getting complicated. "Why are you home early?" Changing the subject seemed better.

"Oh uh... thought I would do some gardening before a dinner event."

"Nice." I didn't believe her but couldn't think of an alternative. I looked at her as my mind was spinning on how to keep her from upstairs since the bed was covered in my cum spatter.

I suddenly had an idea.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me.

"Eric, what the fuck?"

I kissed her hard and grabbed her by her ass, pressing myself to her. She pushed back and protested, "what is happening?"

"Um... trying something different?" I went for her neck, that was the spot that used to make her melt.

"Come the fuck on Eric!" She was still wriggling but less so. Finally she broke free and stood there. She was looking down at her rumpled blouse and her bra that had become exposed in the tussle.

"Sorry. Guess I thought being spontaneous would be worth a try."

"Which you have never done."

I shrugged. Maybe I was sunk. Or maybe I could at least throw my jacket over the mess to cover it until she went to garden. I turned to go up the stairs but she grabbed my hand.

She looked at my lips and came closer, more gently than I had grabbed her before.

"You haven't touched me in months."

"Nor have you."

She raised up on her tiptoes to kiss me but me still thinking of the evidence in my pocket, didn't want her to run her hands over me and discover it, so I scooped her up and carried her upstairs.

"Oh my god Eric!" She giggled.

I threw her on the bed and slid her skirt all the way up and before she could protest, started kissing her pantyhose-covered thighs right up to her center. She smelled a little sweaty but her arousal was becoming obvious. I started nuzzling her pussy through the pantyhose and she began to pant heavier.

"Eric, take those off. I just bought them." She gasped between breaths.

I grinned and just kept nuzzling and kissing her through the material, I loved the way it felt on my face. My hands sliding up under her top and finding her ample tits under her bra. Her nipples stiffened as my fingers found them.

"Please Eric," she moaned but it was no longer clear if that was begging for more or to take down her pantyhose.

I finally obliged and tugged down her pantyhose. Gently rolling the material down her legs before driving back to kiss her panties. They were damp either from my licking her pantyhose or from arousal. I slide them to the side and began licking her flesh.

"Gawd Eric. You haven't done this in forever." She moaned. I slid a finger deep inside her and she squirmed happily against my mouth.

I was sliding my pants off and my cock was back at attention. But I kept at her pussy, devouring it, her bush becoming matted with my saliva as my tongue slid up and down her slit, teasing her clit and swirling around it. My finger found the soft area deep inside her that used to make her scream and she didn't disappoint. She wailed and cried as her body wracked itself with a giant orgasm, her legs shaking as if from jello.

As she subsided, I stood over her and began stroking myself.

"Oh babe, you didn't cum?" She gasped and gulped as tried to catch her breath.

"It's ok. Just help me" I whispered and kneeled between her thighs. She began to lazily stroke me before finding the grip that made me suck in my breath. I had forgotten how good she was at this as she built a rhythm. Her thumb found the pre cum on the tip of my cock and slid it down my frenulum making me growl. I held the base while she stroked me.

I heard her mutter, "Just don't make a mess on the bed."

I moaned as the cum was rising in my shaft. Most of the it did land on her bare belly but I made sure to get a small amount on the bed to cover my earlier tracks.