Caught Ogling (closed)

Caught Ogling​

Robert took a table near the cafe's entrance and only afterward realized what a great view it offered him. Three tables away, a beautiful brunette was sitting alone, sipping at a cup of coffee as she looked out upon the adjacent street. She wore a tight, thin black blouse that displayed her impressive cleavage and through which -- even at twenty feet -- Robert could easily see the shape of her large, pert nipples.

He had been enjoying the view for a long moment when he suddenly realized that she was now looking at him. He smiled politely, embarrassed for ogling her, when suddenly she reached to the tie at her waist, unfastened her top, and allowed the fabric to fall open, exposing her large shapely breasts.


Robert's eyes widened in shock, as did his mouth. He looked away, shamed at how he'd so inappropriately stared at the stranger. But, a moment later, his gaze moved back to her -- back to those beautiful, exposed breasts.

She looked back toward the street as she had been before, then -- hearing the waitress's heels on the tiles approaching her -- reached casually to her waist and refastened her clothing. She gave Robert another glance before returning to her street watching.

"What can I get you?" a voice asked, startling Robert. When he looked up to find a second waitress standing over him, he gave a quick order. The waitress said as she left, "Be right back with your drinks, sir."

Robert glanced toward the woman who'd flashed him a couple of times over the next several minutes, but always quick and inconspicuously. She never met his gaze again, instead concentrating on the happenings beyond the café.

He tried to forget what had happened but couldn't. She was so beautiful, covered or not, and he knew that he'd be masturbating to all sorts of fantasies involving the woman for days to come.

When his waitress came to him near the end of his meal, delivering his check and his slice of pie, she set a piece of paper down beside his coffee cup.

"This is from the lady over there," she said, looking toward the flasher. "Can I get you anything more?"

Robert stared at the folded slip of paper as he said, "No, I'm good."

After the waitress departed, Robert opened the note and read it.