Chapter 2: Desire
The local café was quaint and cozy, with its mismatched wooden chairs and tables adorned with checkered red-and-white tablecloths. The sun filtered in through the front window’s sheer curtains, creating blurry shapes of patrons sitting at tables. Laure watched them, nursing her hot coffee. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the delicious scent of freshly baked buns. The cafeteria’s warmth and intimacy were almost surreal.
Laure felt the tension and anticipation build up inside of her with every second that passed. Riccardo was such a thoughtful, caring person, she thought. Where would she be without his wealth, his power, and his guidance? It was he who had introduced her to this world of cosmopolitanism, sophistication, and pleasure.
She felt the vibrator that Riccardo had tucked into her ass and smiled. She felt flattered by his mischievousness. She couldn’t help feeling a little guilty, knowing what she was about to do to Brian.
But she had to trust Riccardo’s judgment and follow through with his plan. After all, it was his idea that she should find a new husband, someone docile and unaware, who would not interfere with their covert relationship.
A shadow fell on the table as Brian entered the cafe. She recognized him from the picture Riccardo had shown her—dark tousled hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and a cute, shy smile. Her heart skipped a beat, knowing that this man would soon be hers.
Despite that he worked in IT and wore a t-shirt with a graphic of a cat wearing a crown, there was something endearing about him—his uncertain gait, and just his overall obliviousness of his own understated charm.
“Hi, Brian, I’m Laure,” she greeted him as he approached her table, his eyes glued to the floor.
“Hi, Laure, I’m... I am... I'm Brian,” he stammered, extending a trembling hand to shake hers. Laure found his nervousness endearing and chuckled.
"Relax, Brian, I don't bite," she said, her voice dripping with honey.
Brian managed a small smile before taking a seat across from her. He couldn't help but notice the way Laure's body moved with grace and confidence as she sipped her coffee. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked at him.
As they made small talk, Laure couldn't help but feel a tug in her lower belly as she felt the vibrator inside her ass.
Brian's eyes widened as he noticed her tiny grimace, his body tensing. Laure leaned forward, her hand pressed firmly on his thigh.
"Do you feel that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Brian's eyes were wide, his body frozen as he nodded. Laure took a deep breath, maintaining her gaze on his eyes, before she leaned in and whispered into his ear, "I want you to touch me."
She guided his hand under the table and placed it on her knee.
His hand trembled as it travelled up to her thigh. He gasped as he felt the vibrations getting stronger against his fingers.
“Do you like that?” she asked, her voice husky.
He nodded eagerly.
“Say it” she urged, her eyes gleaming with desire.
“Yes,” he said, swallowing hard, “yes, I like it.”
She leaned back in her chair, giving him better access. His fingers found the edge of her skirt and slowly pulled it up.
He gasped as he felt the lace of her thong. He looked up at her, unsure if he should proceed.
But just as quickly as she had guided his hand there, she suddenly removed it, leaving him bewildered.
“I think we should slow down a bit, Brian,” she said, leaning back in her chair. “I don’t want to rush things.”
Brian nodded, feeling a little disappointed but understanding her concerns.
But then, Laure leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire.
“But I do want to show you how much I like you,” she whispered, her hand reaching for his.
She flirted with him outrageously, making suggestive comments and giving him lingering looks. Brian found himself falling deeper under her spell, his body tensing with desire.
He couldn’t believe it. This woman, this beautiful, confident, and sexy woman, was interested in him.
He watched as she leaned forward, her hands resting on the table.