Seeing you walk through the door was always the best part of my day. No matter how long the line up was, I always took a minute to drink you in. I know you worked in the office tower near by, your impeccable suits gave it away. Today you were in a dark charcoal suit that had been tailored to fit your muscular frame. The white shirt making your smile even brighter as your eyes found mine. I do not know what drew you to me, we are complete opposites. You are a picture of sophistication and elegance; I am down to earth and covered in tattoos. Yet every day you seek me out, causing me to fumble orders and noticeably blush.
I am wearing my usual barista uniform, worn jeans and boots paired with a snug fitting black t shirt and apron. My mop of curls is pinned back off my face, just a touch of lipstick on to draw your eyes to my full mouth. I am older than the other barista’s, most of them in university or starting out in life. I work this job to save money to open my own business, a goal I am getting close to.
You are next in line and I can barely focus on the woman ahead of you. Thankfully, she just wants a simple drip coffee, and I can quickly help her and move my full attention to you. You greet me with your customary wide smile, then adding a flirtatious wink. I struggle to maintain eye contact as I feel my cheeks begin to burn. “How is my favourite person this morning? “You ask in that deep voice that sends a ripple down my spine. I make your americano on autopilot. I hand you the cup and your fingers graze mine; I almost drop it. I do not know what it is about you, but I lose my ability to speak or even think clearly. My body however is on high alert, I am surprised you cannot hear it crying out for you. I see your long fingers wrapped around the coffee cup and instantly want them on me, in me. I manage to squeak out “Have a great day” as you ready to leave. You take one final look at me and say “the best part of it is already over” as you leave the coffee shop.
I force you out of my mind as the day continues, but you are there at the edges. A flash of your face, the smell of your woodsy cologne, the way you lick your lips before taking a sip of your coffee. The day is long, and I am looking forward to heading home. I plan a long soak in my tub, while stroking myself and thinking of you. I usher out the last customers of the day, flipping the closed sign and locking the door. The other staff have left already today, it is my turn to close. I am wiping tables and putting the chairs up, lost in thought, when I hear the front door rattle. I am ready to tell the customer that we are closed when I notice it is you.
You grin at me sheepishly and motion for me to open the door, putting your hands together to beg. I open the door and allow you in, you know I can never say no to you. I flip the lock back on the door after you are in, not wanting anyone else to come in. After another one of your smiles that make my head spin, you say “ I have to work very late tonight, I could really use a quick break and one of your coffees to help me through it.” If it were anyone else, I would have sent them on their way, but for you, well for you I would do a lot more.
I start to head behind the counter, but your grab my arm as I pass. Your large hand easily circles my wrist, you pull me closer to you. This is the closest I have ever stood to you; a counter usually separates us. Now that I am inches from you, I need to be even closer. I look to your eyes and see you searching my face, looking for a sign that your advance is wanted. I do not think I can even utter words at this point, I arch my back to press against you as my response. Your take your hands and place them on either side of my face, holding me as you lower your mouth for a kiss. I wrap my arms around your neck and bring you in close, my mouth open and ready for yours. I taste you greedily, feeling your tongue push into my mouth. My body is now pressed firmly against yours, my breathing ragged.
I break our kiss to pull you into the back of the shop, towards the kitchen and away from the large windows. I feel your hands at my waist as you pick me up and sit me on the countertop. I shamelessly wrap my legs around you and draw you close to me. I can feel the ridge of your cock through my clothes and I start to grind against it, rocking my hips up and down. Your hands are at my clothes, pulling my t-shirt and apron off in one motion. My bra is undone by you and tossed to the ground. You undo my jeans and break the hold I have on you long enough to help me slide them, along with my thong and boots off. I am soon back on the counter naked for you. You take a moment to take off your jacket, tossing it over a near by chair. I see you looking at the counter and the shelves above for a moment before a grin plays across your face. The tie comes off next, but instead of placing it with the jacket you use it to bind my wrists together. You tie my silk binding tightly; I know I can not get loose. Next comes your belt, you take the leather and loop it under the tie, you then fasten the belt over a shelf bracket above my head. I am now sitting with my arms raised high above my head, immobilized for you. You look at me directly again and say, “Are you good with this?” I nod my head quickly, biting my lip.
With that you cup my breasts in your hands, exploring the mounds as you kiss me again. My nipples are standing erect and you pinch them, causing me to moan against your lips. You continue to play with my nipples as I feel myself get wetter and wetter, the top of my thighs slipping against each other. You take one hand to undo your pants, pushing your pants and boxes to the floor where you step out of them. You are soon in front of me, naked and with a hunger in your eye I have not seen before. I take in your cock, wishing my hands were free to stroke its length. You stand close to me again, the tip of our cock is brushing the outside me. You move the tip up and down the outside of my lips, lingering over my clit each time. I know your tip is getting wet from the juices that are flowing out of me, I whimper your name as you tease me.
I know I am ready for you, I am hot and slick and need to be filled by you. You have other ideas though and lower yourself until your mouth is inches away from my centre. You pull me to the edge of the counter, and I put my legs on your shoulders. Without preamble you dive into me, your mouth hungrily licking and sucking my lips and clit. My clit hardens under your attention and you are soon focusing on it, swirling your tongue around while I use my legs to hold you in place. I feel you slide two fingers into me, you have made me so wet there is little resistance. Your long fingers soon find my gspot and rub it in rhythm to the tongue swirl on my clit. I can feel an orgasm building, I start to buck and rock under you, crying out that I am close to cuming on your face. You continue on, using your arm to hold me steady as you suck on my clit. With that I explode, my juices run down your face as my body shakes with the release. My body arches off the counter, suspended by my arms as I fight to regain myself.
You stand up and line your cock up with my entrance. I am still spasming from the orgasm as you slide yourself in. My pussy gripping you tightly as it accommodates your size. You slide your hands under my ass, picking me up as I wrap my legs around you. With my arms tied above my head you are free to move me back and forth as you like. You start slow and deep, letting me recover from my orgasm while getting used to you. You fill me up so well, I’m thankful I was so wet to ease your entrance. I bring my head close to yours and begin to kiss you. I lick your lips and chin, enjoying the taste of me on you. You begin to pick up pace, driving yourself harder and harder into me. I can hear the plates above me rattle on the shelf as you use my body to please yourself. Your hands grab my ass tightly as you thrust into me, slamming into my cervix. I know I will be sore tomorrow but I need to feel it right now, to be used and fucked by you. You begin to moan and shake as your own orgasm gets close, keeping up your punishing thrusts. One last thrust before you slide out and shoot cum all over my stomach and breasts, coating me in you.
You place me back on the counter, reaching up to undo the belt. Bringing my arms down you untie them and rub them until the feeling comes back to them. Picking up a nearby kitchen towel you help me clean myself off, pausing to kiss me several times. I feel glorious, my body used and smelling of sex. We both get dressed and I go to let you out of the shop, letting you know that I close again next Wednesday…
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