I’ve spent the better part of my 20’s as a barista at everyone’s favorite national coffee chain. It was a way to help support me through college and has been my primary source of income while I search for a job in my field of expertise. I’ll admit; I’ve gotten pretty good over the years. You won’t find a better cappuccino than the ones I make!
I enjoy wearing flirtatious outfits to work. You’ll usually find me in a skirt or dress of some sort to complement the aprons we’re required to wear. If you’re looking for the perfect cup of coffee, look no further. Do you like hot or iced? Sweet? Are you looking for an afternoon pick-me-up or something that’s going to keep you awake until tomorrow? I’ve got just the thing for you.
When I met my gorgeous partner, one of the first things he admitted to me was how he’d had a barista fantasy. Sometimes he’ll come into work and I’ll tease him. Pulling my skirt up a little too high or showing a bit too much cleavage than what would be considered professional. My favorite move is winking at him as he’s watching me make something new to try. It’s his own fault, really, for admitting he had kinky thoughts about the cute barista behind the counter (me).
I enjoy a bit of roleplay myself (okay, I *really* enjoy roleplay) and had the naughtiest idea while browsing Amazon. I came across some cute vintage aprons and promptly placed my order. I think I’ll play out this little fantasy of his.
A few days later and the apron arrives. Now I know what you’re thinking: why not just wear one of the many aprons piled high in my closet? Well, I wanted something a little sexier. So, I stash my new attire away and anxiously await the next morning.
When the light shines through the curtains, I reluctantly force myself out of bed. I really want to sleep in on my day off but then I’d have to wait for my next day off to play out this little surprise. I love surprises! How could I possibly wait any longer? I quietly make my way out of the bed we share to implement my devious plan.
After what feels like an eternity I hear my lover shuffling around. “Hey darling,” I shout, “would you like me to make you a latte?” I’m stifling a smirk because he has no idea what’s about to happen. “Yes, please. I wish you would’ve stayed in bed with me though.” He complains but I don’t think he’s going to be complaining for too much longer.
The sexy man that belongs to me in every single way makes his way around the corner and his eyes go wide at the sight of me. I’ve done my short blonde hair pin-up style, complimented the look with red lipstick and red pumps to match the frilly scarlet apron I’m wearing. I’ve left nothing to the imagination. The only thing hindering the sight of my curves is the apron itself. My back arches as I lean against the breakfast bar. He walks over to me and our lips meet for longer than I can recall.
“I have half a mind to fuck you right where you’re standing.” He says as his mouth pulls away from mine and I feel the area between my legs dampen. “I might let you,” I reply, “if you say please.” I giggle because he *knows* he has to ask.
“Yes, ma’am.” The smile plastered on his face is almost too much to handle. “Can I please fuck you right where you’re standing?” The hard-on beneath his boxers has become the focus of my attention.
“No.” I state firmly. My eyebrows raise in an almost challenging way. “You said you wanted coffee. I’m going to give you what you ask for first.” Just as matter-of-factly as I say it, I start pulling out the supplies needed to concoct his chocolatey masterpiece.
“The secret to smooth foam,” I begin and bend over so he can get a better look at my chest “is to aerate the milk until you hear the sound of paper tearing.” He’s gawking now, as if he can’t believe one of his fantasies is coming to life. I bring the milk to the steam wand of our personal espresso machine and start grinding the beans. I make sure to go achingly slow to draw the experience out. When my creation is nearly complete, I pull out the whipped cream.
“Whipped cream?” I ask innocently, knowing full well what the answer is going to be. “Yes, please.” He says and it’s obvious his self-control is diminishing. “As you wish!” I announce gleefully as I hop up onto the breakfast bar.
I lift my legs to the counter and spread the whipped cream on the sweet spot between my legs. “Why are you just sitting there? You said you wanted whipped cream.” I laugh as I pull his head into me. My thighs become his earmuffs as his tongue brings me to the brink of magic. Balancing myself as I set my hands behind me, I allow myself to indulge in the moment.
“Oh no you don’t!” I stammer out and quickly pounce off the counter before he makes me climax. “It’s time for your coffee, remember?” What’s left of the whipped cream is topped off on his mocha. “This apron absolutely has to come off. I have a wonderful idea.” I lean in for another kiss and begin tying the apron strings to his wrists, securing them to the chair.
“Now, open your mouth. All of this hard work went into making YOUR coffee. Be a good boy and drink it.” As the cup inches towards his mouth, I grasp my hand firmly on his cock. It startles him a bit and a few droplets of the warm beverage fall onto his chest. “Don’t worry. I’ll clean up my mess.” I state as I lick the coffee off his beautiful body.
“Baby, *please* give me my coffee so you can have your way with me.” My lover begs and I oblige. Our eyes meet as he sips his drink, knowing he’s completely at my mercy as I’m grasping his hard cock. He doesn’t struggle in the chair; he knows it’s useless to attempt escape. Although I think escape is the last thing on his mind.
When he finishes the coffee, I wrap myself around him as he’s stifled to the chair and bring the length of his hardness into me. I’m so wet and ready that it takes a noticeable amount of effort to refrain from orgasming. Clenching myself around him, he lets out a sigh as I force my tongue into his mouth. Now he’s trying desperately to shift his body into mine. I climb off him with the realization that neither one of us can take much more of the teasing.
“You’ve been so good. Licking off all the whipped cream and keeping yourself in place. Now you get to fuck me right here.” I position myself back onto the breakfast bar after unfastening his restraints. “Yes, ma’am.” My lover says. “Anything for my beautiful lady.” The look in his eyes tell me his self-control is non-existent.
Bringing his body to mine, our tongues meet once more as his hardness thrusts into me. I’m at the perfect height for him to fill me and wrap my legs around his magnificent body. I no longer make any effort to refrain myself from climaxing and let myself go. “I’m going to cum. I need you to cum with me. I need you to cum in me!” I manage to squeal out before letting the magic happen. As if sensing the depth of my need, my lover climaxes with me as we release ourselves to the needs of our bodies.
As our bodies come down from the high of orgasming, he brings his head to mine. “Good morning.” He smiles. “Good morning.” I reply with a sense of accomplishment I’ve become all too familiar with.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/a281ap/barista_basics_fm_fdom
Its never like this in Starbucks for me!! Lol
Nice story.