The cello complimented the piano elegantly as the smooth rolling jazz sank into my ears, calming my soul. I sat back in the comfort of my chair, with content and pleasure knowing that I needed is my mind to be content in this world. The white noise of the café complimented the calmness of the environment, to be around so many people speaking, yet to not notice, it is an amazing phenomenon. The coffee they serve her is so delightful, it is not supreme, but it is satisfying, one cream and one sugar, that is all I need. I slowly sip the creamy black pleasure as the almost erotically satisfying taste dances on my tongue, and my taste buds which are resting so patiently are enlightened to the chemical mixture of organic enjoyment. As my hard wet dripping tongue licks up another drop of creamy coffee I smile with pleasure. As my taste buds start fucking the sweet, yet bitter micro-orgy of oxygen, nitrogen, and carbon I relax and enjoy the contentment of my environment.
Scanning around, I see elegant purple chairs, professional sturdy marble tables, chandeliers hanging in Christmas tree like designs, and global antiques representing the cultures of Europe, Asia, and the Middle East. But the greatest enjoyment of all is the beautiful Barista who is showing off as much as she is serving drinks. It’s impossible to take my eyes off of her. She’s tall, about five foot eleven, with tight jeans hugging her long legs. Dark brown creamy south Indian descent, enriching long jet black, falling down to her lower back. Her eyes themselves speak to me, the smokiness of her eyeliner so perfectly drawn complimenting her dark red lipstick and hot smile, with pearly white teeth shining back at me. Her figure is an aphrodisiac, tall, toned, and busty. She has this tight crop top that reveals her cute slender belly button and defined lower back. Her enormous breasts keep the crop top hanging loosely so that the bottom of it blows slightly in the wind. Her breasts are absolutely shapely, large, and bouncy as she struts through the café. They are at least an E cup. They have this shapely round curve to them, that makes them impossible to miss. Her bra supports up them nicely as I picture them jiggling underneath her grey crop top. The sight of her beauty I would imagine has distracted many men and inspired many fantasies. As I watch her busily running from corner to corner in the café I find myself envious. Envious because I know that she has a man at home who is luckier then I am. Who gazes upon her Goddess like beauty daily, who must be wealthy, who must be selfish, I am bitter and angry that this feminine Goddess is so unattainable, yet so fucking desirable. I feel the slight wetness of precum fill my jeans… I bite my tongue, I didn’t even realize my dick was already so hard, fuck this woman is unbelievable.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/r7ervy/the_barista_draft