Showing off my pussy at the coffee shop to see if anyone would notice. [Flashing]

I was perched on a stool, the rough wood biting into my bare thighs. The coffee shop was a hum of low conversations, the aroma of freshly ground beans mingling with the scent of my own arousal. I could feel the dampness between my legs, the heat radiating from my cunt as I pulled up my skirt, inch by inch, the fabric whispering against my skin. I let my legs fall open, wide and wanton, my pussy on full display. I watched as a man at the counter, his eyes flicking from his newspaper to my glistening cunt, his mouth agape. I could see the bulge in his pants growing, straining against the fabric. I licked my lips, my tongue tracing the edge of my teeth, as I began to tease my clit, my fingers slick with my juices. I could feel the eyes of the room on me, the tension building, the air thick with lust. I was a dirty exhibitionist, flashing my pussy in public, and I loved every fucking second of it.

The barista, a young guy with tattoos snaking up his arms, was frozen in place, the milk steamer in his hand forgotten. I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes locked onto my pussy. I spread my lips wide, exposing my pink, wet flesh, my fingers sliding in and out of my cunt. I moaned softly, the sound cutting through the hushed murmurs of the coffee shop. I could see the barista’s hand trembling, his knuckles white as he gripped the counter. I wanted him to touch himself, to stroke his cock while he watched me finger my pussy. I wanted everyone in this fucking coffee shop to watch me, to see how wet and ready I was. I was a filthy slut, showing off my cunt, and I was fucking loving it.