Reward for Public Devotion

The young girl entered the cafeteria and glanced through the shelves, searching for her favorite cake as she entered. She chose one place at the end of the L-shaped counter and, when she was done with the top shelf, she finally spotted me, standing at the opposite end of the bar, drinking my double espresso.

She was a brunette in her mid-thirties, not too tall, with a nicely shaped body, wearing denim shorts and a baggy blouse.

The woman greeted me vaguely, with a courtesy smile, and went on checking up the bottom shelf of the glass windowpane. When she leaned over, I was offered an unexpected view of her breasts, delightfully seized in a white lace bra, noticeable through the translucent fabric of her blouse, which I noticed as soon as she entered the cafeteria and now in plain sight.

Suddenly aware of the show she'd just offer, she raised her head slightly, just long enough to throw me another smile. At this time, it wasn't a courtesy smile but quite a naughty one, instead. Now she exhibited a challenging expression on her face, just before bowing, one more time, strengthening her teasing attitude.

She went on with her monkey business, repeating the performance over and over again, in a clear-cut manner, leaning further towards the bottom shelf of the counter, widely revealing her breasts in random moves, superbly restrained inside the comfy cups of her bra.

The immediate effect was as expected: what was left of my self-control quickly turned into lust and focused straight on my dick, raising a huge boner, which I clumsily tried to conceal, hiding myself behind the counter.

Meanwhile, the charming brunette made her order and headed for the restroom. She returned a few minutes later and began eating her breakfast, already on the counter.

After finishing the cake, she began looking for a second one, on the same shelf as before, bowing once more. This time, however, she was no longer wearing the magnificent white lace bra and her breasts swayed, glorious and free, under the loose-fitting blouse.

I caught the dare straight away and she also responded immediately, letting me know it with a smug little grin.

Shivering from sheer excitement, I couldn't hold the thrill and rushed into the bathroom, anticipating the feeling of my hands on the beloved 'spoil of war' that she might have left for me, as a token of her gratitude for my obvious devotion.

On my way to the ladies' room I felt the weight of the young woman's eyes following my footsteps. The raging hard-on almost kept me from walking straight and I was having great trouble trying to cover it up. I opened the private stall and... nothing! There was nothing there. Maybe I was being misled by my delusional imagination and just nothing was supposed to happen.

Suddenly, it flashed in my head: what if she left her bra in the men's room, expecting I'd go there? I turned around in the hall between the two toilets and entered the men's bathroom.

Bull's eye: there it was, hanging on the latch of the window above the toilet, in all its glory: a striking 38C half-cup bra. Stuck in one of the cups, there was a post-it with a handwritten note where I could read: «For want of better... Enjoy!».

I closed the stall, anxiously, picked up the bra and began slowly rubbing it in my face. The fabric had a nice soft touch and the inside layer of the cups, velvety and smooth, exuded a warm and sweet scent.

I instinctively lowered my pants, freeing my penis with the clumsy help of my unused hand. By then, the glans had become purple, like it was about to burst, begging for an urgent release. I started stroking my cock, trying to keep my moaning as quiet as I could.

In my trance, I wondered how she could have guessed about my bra fetish, the little bitch. Was it that obvious? I must look so brainless, hooked on her bra while staring at her boobs. It's hard to believe how I can make such a fool of myself, drooling over the girl, totally oblivious. But, in the middle of that glee, I couldn't care less about it. I guess it turned me on.

When I got done with sniffing, I took the bra to my penis, wrapped it in one of the cups and started rubbing my penis, gently sliding the glans against the soft fabric and slowly increasing the pace until it became frantic. It took me no more than a few minutes before I reached orgasm, with a shiver running through my body.

Despite the discretion I tried to keep (it was a public restroom and there were people around) I could not help to unleash a deep groan as soon as my sperm began to gush, in repeated spurts, drenching the whole bra cup.

At this point, I heard the slick voice of a young woman, very close to the door outside the cabin, whispering:

- You're a masturbator, huh? I spotted you on sight. I bet it's just the first of countless times that you're going to jerk off to my bra. Enjoy it, you old pervert, since that's all you'll get from me.

That's how I got that fabulous "Chantelle 3-Part Cup C Chic" added to my bra collection.