[MF] Morning Coffee

Brrrrdrdrdank…. Brrrrdrdrdank…. Brrrrdrdrdank….

Fuck me. The most annoying sound ever. My morning alarm. Time to drag my ass out of bed again. No I don’t want to go. But then I remember just like every morning. Coffee. The coffee girl. Mmmm I love the morning coffee girl. Out of bed. Clothes on. Teeth brushed. Grab my laptop bag and out the door. I am excited. Always excited to see you in the morning. If it weren’t for you I don’t know how I would ever get out of bed. Down the apartment building stairs and onto the sidewalk. Maybe today I work up the nerve to say something other than “Large. Medium roast. Black. Thanks”. Down the block. Cross the street. I see you through the window.

Fuck. You are breathtakingly beautiful as ever. Ponytail pulled through the back of a baseball cap. Younger than me by quite a few years. High cheeks, beautiful eyes. Long lashes and full lips just aching for soft kisses.

Open the door. Walk inside. The line is extra ling today. Good I think to myself. It lets me ogle you a little longer before I need to trudge off to hell.. I mean work. A little guilt creeps into my head, should I really be having the thoughts about you that I have? How would you react if you knew the perversions that I come up with? And that I sometimes have to race to the shops bathroom, lock the door and furiously empty my lust into the toilet just to be able to walk normally off to my job.

CLANG!!! The bell attached to the shop door announces that the only person seated in the shop was leaving. “Thanks!” I hear you cheerfully call out. The line moves forward and I can see you taking an order from the next lucky person at the counter. Your smile is amazing. Your perfect white teeth. The perky friendly look on your face granting everyone just a little bit better day. Annnnnnd….your tits. Full. Round. Filling up every inch of that t-shirts fabric which you have tied in a knot at the waist behind your back. Pulling it extra tight. Belly button threatening to peek out from underneath. Yoga pants. Always yoga pants. My mind drifting….

Finally my turn at the counter. “Hey! what can I get you this morning?” you ask me. “Uh, coffee, large, medium roast, black. Thanks”. Your sunny reply: “Okie doke! coming tight up babe”. Babe? Did you just call me babe? I turn around to see if you might be talking to someone else. Nope. I am the last in line. my heart pounds a little at the thought you might be talking to me like that. “Thanks!” I say awkwardly realizing I just said thanks to you a second before “uh I mean again” Stopping for a second you give me a quizzical look sensing my nervous geekiness before turning to grab a cup from the sleeve of paper cups. As you do my eyes drinking in your unbelievably sexy body. your tan back beneath your knotted t-shirt. Tight. Smooth all the way down to the waistband of your yoga pants. Black yoga pants clinging to your firm ass. The seam riding the cleft between your cheeks down into what must be the most heavenly place on earth. Unbeknownst to my my cock stiffening and raising against my business casual pants. “Oh… Out of cups” you say looking over your shoulder at me. Your eyes widened and that smile creeps across your face for some reason. “let’s see if anything is down below” opening a lower storage cabinet and bending down in front of me. On to your knees looking way in the back. Oh my god every curve, every crease between your legs on display. The perfect mounds on your ass begging for my hands to grip them. “I don’t see any do you see anything?” you call back to me. I can feel a drip escaping the tip of my cock as the muscles in the shaft flex and strain with blood rushing in expanding its size incredibly. “Uh um what’s that?” I stammer back at you. Popping back up with a bounce giving your tits a nice jiggle “oh nothing just thought you might have had a good view from where you were. For the cups I mean” You notice the wet spot and the bulge in my trousers. Feeling like a complete idiot I realize what you already know and I fumble to hold my laptop bag in front of me. “Ok give me just a second” you say. “I have to grab a sleeve from the back” you say bounding around the counter to the front door “But first, I need to lock up since nobody else is here to help with the register”. I swear to christ you gave me a devilish smile. But who knows I am so turned on by you I could be imagining anything. You disappear into the back room and after a few seconds you call out “Hey! Can you give me a hand here?” Now I KNOW I am the other person in the shop but surely there must be someone else in the back right? “You didn’t leave did you?” whoa… I slowly start walking to the doorway to the back room. Calling back to you as I poke my head into the entrance “Are you talking to me?”. Standing there looking at me with your hands on your hips and a smirk on your face “really? who else would I be talking to silly?” The cups are up top on that shelf but I need you to help me hold me steady. I have fallen off this thing twice already. Come here”. Still holding my bag in front of me hiding what must be an insanely large wet circle on my crotch. “And set that thing down good” you say to me. Fuck. You are so cute. And so innocent looking. Now you are going to know what kind of pervert I am. “Um are you sure?” Not even a word. Just a look back. “ok.” I say. You mercifully turn away as I set the bag down and you start to climb up on the stool “grab my legs and hold me steady. Use both hands this thing is a death trap”. I have to be dreaming. This cannot be real. placing my hands just behind your knees just touching you has got my cock absolutely drooling in my pants. The step stool teetered a bit and I had to slide my hands further up your thighs. “oh there you go. That was close. Grab on tight and hold on to me” you tell me. Pressing my thumbs into the inner part of your thighs and wrapping my hands around your legs I can hardly take it. A lustful groan escapes me. “what was that?” you ask as you reach over head and lift up on your tip toes placing your ass right in front of my face. Cock flexing, relaxing, flexing, relaxing, dripping, drooling. I can hardly stand it. You lift the box from the top shelf and turn, “wha!!!” It happened so fast. Off kilter. Tumbling. Arms around my neck. Catching you. Stumblin backwards. Your legs wrapped around me. Landing on my ass. You on top of me. Pressed against me. Terror fills me thinking I failed you. You laughing hysterically. Your baseball cap cocked sideways on your head. Giggling and laughing you exclaim “Told you. Death trap!”. We both let out a burst of laughter but yours trails off as you feel my bulge beneath your own soft crotch. Your giggling becomes a soft moan as your hands find my shoulders, steadying yourself you press down against me. “Mmmm I think I found the large”. My voice caught in my throat I try to say something but nothing comes out. I am too overcome with what is happening. “Shhhhh” you say to me placing a finger on my lips. “I know how you look at me. Every morning you’ve been coming in here looking me up and down. Thinking those thoughts about me. Dirty thoughts. Am I right?” I nod back ashamed. You start to swing your hips grinding along my length into you cloth covered slit. “you wanna know something? It turns me on too. Knowing how bad you want me. And when I noticed that bulge in your pants today I got so excited that I had to have you.” You grinding a little harder. Leaning down. In my ear “Its ok I am so wet for you now. Roll me over and pull these pants off of me.” Wrapping my arms around you. Tumbling over you draw your legs up putting your heels agains my chest. Lifting your beautiful ass off the floor. My hands gripping into the waist band of your yogas and panties. Tugging over the curve of that ass. Over your thighs. The crotch sticking to your wet mess between your legs for a second then releasing as I slide your clothes over your knees down your calves and hurriedly knocking off your shoes and removing the stretchy pants from your ankles and feet. You reach down to pull off your top instructing me to “take out that beautiful cock I need to see it”. An instant passes and your shirt is over your head and you are unclasping your bra. Belt unbuckled. Pants unzipped. Your breasts free and magnificent. Nipples hard, reaching out for attention. Pulling down my bowers. The front soaked with all of my want. The waistband catches on the head of my cock bending my rigid member before it slips over the bulbous knob and springs back slapping against my abs. Your ryes widening again “I knew it. You are a big boy! Come here!” Spreading your legs a little wider. Crawling between them. My hands sliding up your tummy. Firmly pressing my fingers into your breasts as they hungrily collapse over your globes. Your nipples pressed into my palms. My cock rubbing against your inner thigh leaving a wet smear as I guide it to your waiting sex. Fuck I can’t believe this is happening. The tip of my head presses against your soft wet opening. Pressing my hips a little more my cock slips against your wet lips narrowly missing your tight opening sliding the length of your slit bumping your sensitive clit “Oh! You exclaim… “Oh…”….. “Llo”….”Ello”….Fog clearing from my head. “Hello?…. Sir? Are you there?” Snapping back to reality. “Hey there! What can I get you? Your usual?” Shaking my head to clear the vision in my head…”Coffee. Large. Medium roast. Thanks”. Your gaze has fallen to the front of my pants. Then with a knowing smile, looking up at me with a smile and those eyes you say to me “I knew it!”

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