It was just coffee.A café in Sector 29.A corner booth with cold air and louder conversations than hers.
He sat across from her—white kurta rolled at the sleeves, that sinful smirk barely restrained.
"No panties?" he asked, eyes flicking down.
She blushed. "None."
"Good girl," he murmured, sipping his iced Americano."Spread your legs. Under the table. Now."
Her heart pounded.There were people beside them. A group of college girls to her left, a couple arguing to her right.
But she obeyed.
And when her thighs parted—
Click.
Something slid between them.
A remote-controlled vibrator.
"Feel that?" he asked, clicking once more.
She gasped.
Her hips bucked.Her knees clamped instinctively, but he gave her the look—and she relaxed.
The toy thrummed inside her, pulsing gently against her soaked folds.
"You're going to drink your cappuccino," he said softly, "while I make you soak that seat."
Her breath hitched. She lifted the cup with trembling fingers.
Click.The vibration increased. A harder pulse. Right against her clit.
She moaned—but caught herself.
The couple beside them turned slightly.
She smiled politely, legs trembling under the table.
"Don't spill your coffee," he warned."Or I'll pull you onto my lap and finish the job right here."
Another click. Higher now.
Her thighs twitched.
She took a shaky sip.
"What's wrong?" he asked, voice louder now."Too hot?"
She stared at him with wide, wild eyes.
His voice dropped again.
"No, not the coffee.You. You're too hot, aren't you?"
Click. Click. CLICK.
She jerked.A short, high breath left her lips. Her cheeks flushed crimson.
He leaned forward—voice low, deadly, delicious.
"You're going to come.And no one around us will know that a respectable schoolteacher from Gurgaon just had a silent orgasm in public."
The vibration pulsed hard, now edging, teasing, relentless.
Her body tensed.
"Let go," he whispered. "Come, right now. Or I'll bend you over this table."
She clenched the coffee cup. Bit her lip.And then—
It hit her.
Her hips jerked.
Her thighs quaked.
She came—hard, biting down on the inside of her cheek, the heat rushing down her legs in thick, wet waves.
And no one noticed.
Not the couple.
Not the girls.
Not the waiter.
Just him.
Watching her fall apart without a sound.
When the cup was empty and her breath returned—
He reached across the table, took her hand, and whispered:
"You'll never be bored at brunch again."