A Latte and More [MF]

He’d noticed on at least a few occasions that the barista at the local indie coffee shop wasn’t one for wearing a bra. Sometimes it was a tight shirt with no bra lines visible that was the clue. Other times, she wore looser shirts and her jiggling breasts were obviously unencumbered by any sort of supporting garment.

She was a younger, obviously fun-loving girl. Her hair colour and length changed weekly and recently she had shaved it off almost entirely. These days it was quite short and bright yellow. Maybe it wasn’t everyone’s thing, but he found it quite sexy and cute.

His usual routine was to stop in before work and grab a medium latte and a muffin on the way into the office. There was always a bit of small talk about the weather, or about whatever she had done to her hair that week.

Depending on what she was wearing, it was always a good chance for him to check out her medium-sized breasts and sometimes her sexy midriff and belly that she often left exposed by wearing shorter crop tops and low-rise jeans.

On this particular Friday, he stopped in after an extra long day of work and was surprised to see her there still given she usually started early and it was close to 7:00 P.M. now.

“You’re here late,” he said. “Did you work the whole 12 hours today?”

“Yeah. Carly wasn’t feeling well, so I offered to work the double and close things up tonight so she could rest up,” she replied.

“How nice of you,” he said adding, “You must be exhausted!”

“It’s been a log day, for sure,” she replied. “But I’ve got the weekend off and nothing planned for tonight so I’ll survive.”

“Nothing planned on a Friday night for a pretty girl like you?” he asked. “That seems unlikely.”

“I’m not much for going out, to be honest,” she said. “I’m happy to sit at home with my cats, watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch.”

He wouldn’t have guessed that about her, but then again, he’d never been a good judge of people. The ones he’d expected to be party-types often weren’t and the people he assumes were home-bodies were sometimes quite the opposite.

“Well, I won’t keep you from that,” he said. “I should just take my latte and head home to my own boring life.”

It was about three minutes to closing and things were pretty quiet on the street. He walked over to the front door and flipped the lock and turned the open/closed sign around.

“I think you’re safe to close up,” he said. “I’ll let myself out the side door. See you Monday, bright and early?”

“Why don’t you hang out for a bit and keep me company while I clean things up,” she said, already starting to grab some of the milk pitchers and other things from the bar.

“I mean, I guess that’s doable,” he replied. “I’ll feel guilty not helping you out, but if you don’t mind me being here, then I’m cool to stick around and drink my coffee.”

It’s not like he had anything to do and seeing her moving around behind the counter, leaned over wiping tables and anything else that caused her tits to jiggle and sway was quite entertaining and a bit of a turn on.

While she worked, she occasionally looked over and flashed a smile. He was obviously checking her out and it seemed pretty clear that she knew it and didn’t mind.

It didn’t take her long to get things put away and cleaned up in readiness for the Saturday morning open at 8:00 A.M. The last thing to do was to flip the blinds closed and lock up the till for the night.

After that was done, she came over and sat on the seat across the table from him. He swallowed the last of his latte and set the cup down on the table.

“That’s the last of it,” he said. “A perfect latte as usual.”

“Thanks,” she replied. “I bet I made three hundred of those today. My neck and shoulders are killing me.”

“Turn around,” he said. “I’ll see if I can help with that.”

She spun around on the chair, facing the wrong way with her arms over the chair back.

He got up and stood behind her and started massaging her neck and shoulders, pushing his thumbs hard into the tense muscles. The neck on her sweater was fairly wide, and if it wasn’t for the fact her chest was pushed up against the chair back, he would have probably had a view down to her breasts and nipples.

“How’s that?” he asked. “Too firm?”

“No, that’s perfect,” she replied. “Feels nice. Thanks.”

After a few more minutes of massage, she straightened up and put her hands up on his motioning that he could stop. Her sweater was tight across her chest, and her nipples pressed against the material a bit.

“I appreciate it,” she said. “You have a real talent for that!”

She spun around to sit facing him again and slumped down a bit in the chair.

“It’s been a long day for you,” he said. “I should probably head, and you should head home too.”

Instead of replying, she abruptly sat up straight, put her hands on her belly under her loose-fitting sweater and began pushing it up slowly.

“I was thinking maybe you’d want to stick around and I could show you a few things instead?” she said with a mischievous tone.

“Uh…what?” he said, surprised at where this seemed to be heading all of a sudden.

“You think I don’t notice you checking out my breasts every time you come in here?” she asked?

“Wha..well…uhh…” he replied, feeling a bit embarrassed to have been caught.

“It’s no big deal,” she said. “You think I go bra-less and wear these shirts for no reason? I like the attention I get from customers and you’ve always been discrete about it, unlike some of the other pervs that come in here.”

“Well, they are nice tits,” he said. “I’ve almost seen them on a few occasions, but you are quite the tease. Every time I think I’ll get a little peek, you cover the gap with your arm or spin around.”

“Yep,” she said. “I’ve got it down to a science.”

Without warning she pulled her sweater up and over her head, revealing a pair of perky, pointy b-cup breasts.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, flabbergasted. “Those are…incredible. I’d imagined what they were like based on the outlines and little glimpses you’ve given me, but my god…you are cute.”

She started playing with her nipples and squeezing her tits with her hands. She spread her legs open and leaned back on the chair, eyes closed.

“Fuck it feels like forever since I’ve gotten off,” she said. “You like them?”

He was mesmerized by the show she was putting on in front of him. His left hand moved down to his stiffening cock and started rubbing it through his jeans as she continued to play with her tits.

He pushed the table to the side and grabbed the legs of her chair, pulling her in closer. Reaching up he pushed her hands to the side and started massaging her soft breasts with his hands.

She reached down in response and put a hand on his crotch and performed a massage of her own, rubbing up and down his shaft through his pants.

“Jesus,” he said. “Your tits are fucking perfect.”

“Your cock feels like it’s going to be perfect too,” she said. “But I’m going to need to see it to be sure though. Take off your pants.”

“Are you sure we locked up?” he asked. “There aren’t any cameras in here, are there?”

“We’re safe,” she responded. “No cameras and don’t worry, I double checked the lock.”

He stood up and undid the belt on his pants and then the button and zipper. She grabbed the waistband and pushed both his pants and underwear down to his knees in one motion.

His erect cock sprang free and brushed the side of her face.

“Oh shit,” she said. “Your cock is bigger than I expected!”

She leaned down and held his shaft with one hand and put her mouth over the throbbing head, bobbing up and down and licking in circles. The tip of her tongue teased the tip of his penis, sending waves of pleasure through his body. All the while, his hands continued to play with her tits and nipples.

“Why don’t you come up here and let me see your pussy,” he suggested. “I’ve imagined what it might look light, but I can’t wait to see it for real.”

She stood up and pulled down the jean skirt she wore, revealing that she also eschewed panties. He stared at the bushy, unshaved pussy in front of him.

“I probably should have expected that,” he said. “You’re a pretty au natural girl, so having a nice, untrimmed bush airing out down there would be all part of the lifestyle, right?”

He combed his fingers through her pubes, probing for her opening and clit. He found some wetness and pushed a fingertip inside. It had been years and years since he’d seen, let alone fingered, an unshaved cunt.

“There’s something so sexy about it,” he thought.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Now.”

He didn’t need any further invitation.

He turned her around so she was facing the bench and leaned her over. She was tall enough that her pussy was nicely positioned for a rear entry. But before he pushed his cock inside, he figured he would work her pussy with a finger to get her wet and ready.

He finger-fucked her and reached around to squeeze her tits and nipples. She was dripping wet now and so he positioned the head of his erect penis at her opening and thrust into her.

She gasped with pleasure and arched her back as he began pumping in and out of her pussy. He had his hands on her hips now to work her up and down his cock. He was mesmerized as he watched as his penis pushing in and out, glistening with her wetness.

He couldn’t stand it any longer. Slowing down, he pushed deep into her and came with a spurt, then another, and another.

“Oh wow,” she yelped. “I can feel your cum.”

He pulled out and she turned around and sat on the bench with her feet up and legs spread wide open while he sat down facing her on the chair. A little pool of her pussy juice and his semen was growing on the bench between her legs, with more oozing out from between her swollen lips.

“That was fucking awesome,” he said. “Much better than just a latte.”

“My pleasure,” she replied with a wink. “Come in anytime. Seriously.”

They got dressed, and she used a bar towel to clean up the little mess they left on the bench. The wood was already stained a bit by the mixture of semen and vaginal secretions and it would forever be their little secret as to the cause.

They did a quick once over to make sure there was no evidence of what had just happened and then she flipped off the lights, armed the alarm and they left through the side door.

“I’ll see you Monday?” she asked.

“Bright and early, as usual,” he replied.

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