The Girl From the Coffee Shop [FF] [Oral] [HJ]

I greeted her with a smile when she as she walked through the door, welcoming her as I did with any other customer. Her head slightly lifted as she smelled the aroma of freshly brewed coffee I brewed not too long ago. She walked up to the counter and gave me her drink order. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, her order went into one ear an out the other. I snapped out of my prolong gaze at her, blushing, apologizing and asking her for her order again. I got lost in her jade green eyes. She smiled and ran her hand through her short, styled hair, moving her bangs from her entrancing eyes. I noticed my hands shaking slightly as I tapped on the screen. As she was paying, I prepared her requested hot caffeinated beverage. I kept looking over to her as she ran her card. My face was a deep red, but fortunately for me it was hot in the café anyway, nobody thought anything of it. I finished making her drink, my coworkers in the back doing prep. I handed her her drink, almost dropping it as our fingers grazed. She continued to smile at me as she headed towards the door. She stopped as soon as she took a sip of her coffee and turned around back to the counter.

“I think there’s something wrong with my order,” she said still smiling.

I apologized profusely and began remaking her drink, almost messing it up again. My boss was now out in the front taking other customers’ orders as the lunch rush picked up. I finished making her correct drink and handed it over to her. I apologized again and she giggled, walking out of the store satisfied with her correct order.

“What was that all about?” my boss questioned as she turned around, preparing a customer’s order, “You almost never mess up making drinks.”

I felt my face grow hotter as I tried to find an excuse.

“I don’t know, maybe I’m just tired,” I lied.

I finished up my shift with no other hiccups and headed home, unable to get her out of my head.

The next day she came in again and ordered the same drink. Luckily, I was able to finish her order with no mistakes. My hands still trembled, and I stuttered as she tried to make conversation. My boss watched our interaction silently. She left as she did the day before, I stood behind the counter watching her.

“She’s pretty cute isn’t she?” my boss prodded subtly.

I jumped and tried to defend myself, failing horribly.

“I never took you as someone to like women,” my boss smirked.

“I like whoever I’m attracted to,” I chuckled, wiping down the counters.

She became a regular, getting the same drink every day. I usually had her order prepared minutes before she came in and ordered. Her smile grew fonder each day we talked. I felt myself getting more confident interacting with her, but I couldn’t shake my blushing. My boss and coworkers teased me, knowing I had a crush on her.

One day as before she left, she left a piece of paper on the counter. I figured it was her receipt and almost through it away, but before I could I noticed she had written on it. She left me her name and phone number, saying to feel free to text her any time. My jaw dropped slightly, and my coworkers joked, making kissing noises. I didn’t pay any attention to them as I saved her number in my phone. I planned on messaging her on my upcoming days off.

We hit it off quickly over the phone. It started off innocent and relatively mundane, sharing our routine adventures we do on the weekends. I wanted to hear from her every day. She asked me to drinks one night and I was more than eager to say yes.

I showed up in a relatively revealing blouse and tight shorts. I spotted her immediately and she waved when she saw me. I made my way over and sat next to her barstool, making sure to sit as close as I could. She had already ordered us a couple of cocktails and opened a tab. We put a few drinks back as we sat there talking about anything and everything. Our deteriorating sobriety led us to act loosely, leaning into each other as we laughed. My cheeks were hurting with how much smiling she was making me do. She was in the middle of a joke when I noticed her hand on my knee. I became flustered and didn’t know how to react. I ended up just putting my hand over hers, softly squeezing it. She smiled more and leaned closer, not hesitating in her speech. I couldn’t help but stare at her plump lips as she spoke. Her hand began to travel up my leg slightly up to my thigh, leaning in more. She hesitated before moving her head towards mine, interlocking our lips. Her lips tasted so sweet, the cocktail perfuming them. I closed my eyes and leaned more into the kiss. Her tongue slipped through my lips and danced around mine. I felt strong primal arousal as our kiss continued. I remembered where we were and pulled away from her embarrassed. The bartender was looking at us, entranced with the spectacle before him.

“Well looks like this place just isn’t private enough for us,” she purred, “Want to come back to my place? It’s right down the street.”

Speechless, I nodded. She paid off the tab and we headed towards her apartment. Luckily, it was only a five minute walk from the bar. She unlocked her door and invited me in, asking if I would like anything to drink or eat. Her hips swayed as she move towards the kitchen, her pert behind bouncing in her jeans. She came back with some tea and we sat on her couch talking. I kept looking at her lips, longing to share the kiss we did earlier again. She seemed to have read my mind as she leaned in to kiss me again. This kiss was hungrier than the last and lasted a lot longer. Our simple kiss led to heavily making out on her couch. She laid me down and hovered over me, lips ceasing to separate. Her fingers ran through my hair an trailed along my neck. She lowered herself to be laying completely on me. I nearly moaned just feeling her chest on mine. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close against me while she kissed me. I felt her hand travelling more down my torso, teasing a finger against the side of my breast. I shifted to let her cup my breast completely, moving my hand to cup hers as well. I let out soft moans as she played with my nipple through my shirt. Her leg moved to be between mine, pressing it against me. I bucked my hips to feel her better, almost using her leg to pleasure myself. She worked her way down my neck with her lips, gently nipping as she went. Her hand slid down my stomach to the button of my pants. Almost with expertise, she unbuttoned my shorts and pulled down my zipper. Her hand explored the top of my waistband before sliding it down into my shorts. She rubbed me through my panties, biting my neck a little harder. I moaned and squirmed under her touch. She slid my panties to the side and began to rub my pulsing clit. Once I was wet enough for her, she slipped off my shorts and panties and put my legs over her shoulders. She kissed down from my belly button to the top of my lips, slowly slipping in her tongue. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as she swirled her tongue around my clit. I ran my hand through her hair and pressed her face more into me. Her tongue continued to work on my clit as she slipped a couple of fingers into me. She curled her fingers and started coaxing me into my first orgasm. I felt the pressure building as she fingered me, a pressure I’ve never felt before. I tried to stop at first, but couldn’t hold in my climax. The pressure released from my body and I screamed her name in ecstasy. I looked down and saw her mouth was dripping wet from my juices. She smiled and went back to eating me out. I was panting after the first orgasm, body tired but still aroused. She flicked her tongue on me and I felt my second orgasm building, barely recovering from the first. I bucked my hips against her hard, begging to have her make me cum again. Her tongue quickened at first then made slow deep licks between my lips, teasing my clit.

She sat up, rubbing me and kissed me as deep as she could. She tasted like me now. I moaned into her lips as I neared climax. My body tensed up as she rubbed my clit. I broke my kiss to moan loudly, my toes curling in satisfaction as she brought me to another orgasm. I could feel her couch was getting soaked from me.

She pulled away from me, smiling her beautiful smile.

“You should come over to my place more often,” she cooed.

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