Heavy lidded and orgasm drunk, she levels her green eyes at me as she loosely grips me through my jeans. The taste of her still thick on my tongue and my eyes roll back slightly as a moan escapes me.
*“You really don’t have to”*
*“I know I don’t have to, but I want to”*
She hops off the bar, or tries to, legs still wobbly from her orgasms. I hold her steady against me as our mouths come together, gentle passion weaving between us again. Fingers deftly undoing the buttons of my trousers before her warm hand slips down my boxers to wrap around my straining cock.
*“F-fuck”* my breath coming out ragged, those eyes never leaving mine.
*“Mmm imagine how much better its going to feel with my lips wrapped around it”* her playful voice barely above a whisper.
Who is she? All her previous coyness has fall away to a much more brazen creature and it leaves my blood running hot.
*“Like the thought of that, eh?”* Her thumb circling the pre-cum dripping out of me against the swollen head. It feels amazing and all I can think of is her pink tongue swirling lazily around it. She could undo me with this fantasy alone and the slow strokes continue.
*“What can I say? It’s very tempting”* I try to regain composure.
She kisses me lightly on the lips, almost chastely before she goes to kneel on the rubber mat, in front of me. Working my jeans a little lower, she springs my cock from boxers, granting her full access. It happens so quickly, I barely notice her cheeky smile at the sharks adorning my underwear.
Seconds stretching out before us, her breath so close to cock sending shivers up and down my body. She looks up at me as her tongue licks over her bottom lip, her eyes alight with a wild wickedness. My body tensing further as she closes the distance between those wet lips and my cock, swallowing me down until the head of my cock hits the back of her throat.
She sucks me in a methodically sloppy way, and it takes everything in me not to drag her back up and bend her over the counter. She takes her time exploring the length of me and I’m completely at the mercy of this girl and her sinful tongue. Her hand working the saliva covered inches she can’t quite consistently fit her mouth, her tongue tracing the underside of my shaft.
Blonde hair falls like a curtain in front of her face obscuring my view of her work. I move to tuck it behind her ear, and her eyes lock on mine. A slight inclination of her head encourages me keep my hands in the tangle of it and ever so slightly I thrust into her mouth. She hums against me and I thrust into her mouth again, her mouth creating perfect suction.
As I thrust, her hands travel from my shaft to cup my balls, massaging them lightly. A groan emanating deep from within me, I thrust deeper into her throat. She gags slightly and I pull out of her mouth, saliva from the underside of my cock trails the tip of her tongue. She continues to work me with one hand while the other continues to play with my balls. Distracted by the sensations, it takes me a moment to register her changing her angle and then her tongue is on my balls. The tip of it stroking down the seam of the sack before she switches to use the flat of her tongue.
As she continues to explore, I feel the lightest touch behind them. I jolt a little with how close her fingers are to my asshole. It’s not an unwelcome advance but one I’m not prepared for in the moment. My body tenses ever so slightly and she rocks back on her heels to look up a me.
*“Something to explore another time then”*
Another time?! The prospect of having her splayed out before me again, bringing her waves of pleasure as I fuck her and then her doing the same in kind with a silicone cock of her choosing makes my body go hot and tight. What I wouldn’t give to be without limitations, with a bit more privacy in this moment.
Her mouth surrounds me again and my mind goes blank as I relax into every flick of her tongue, the gliding of lips across my inches. Fingers grip my thighs as she begins to work me in earnest. An expert display of lips, tongue and teeth, guiding me to the edge.
*“F-fuck I’m close”*
She sucks me down to the base and uses her hands to push even deeper down her throat.
*“I-i’m going to cum in your mouth if you keep doing that”*
*“Good”* Her voice edged in lusty bliss.
I can’t stop myself from cursing under my breath with how good she feels and it makes me think about how good it would feel to have other parts of her grip me. The wet heat of her mouth drags me further to the edge, not totally in control as a thrust more into her mouth. Tingling spreads from the centre of me until it feels like electricity running through my veins and then I’m cumming down her throat.
I don’t even realize that my eyes were closed and that my hands are fisted in her hair until the gentle, aching sensation in my abdomen begins to make itself known. My breath is shaky as I open my eyes and little sparks of light dance before me, settling around her like a halo as I look down at her eager face. She smiles at me hesitantly and with some self satisfaction.
*“How was that?”*
*“I’m surprised you have to ask”*
I offer her my hand to help her up off the floor, her knees dotted with the circular impressions of the anti-slip mat she’d been on. I snake an arm around her and bring her in for a tender kiss. She sighs against my mouth and the kiss deepens. Evidence of my orgasm lingering in the slightly salty kiss. My thumb tracing a circle around the stiff peak of her nipple.
In the distance I hear a small chirp of her phone.
*“Fuck, I have to go.”* She kisses me lightly one more time before she begins looking around for the pants we’d haphazardly ripped off her.
*“Hm? What?”*
*“My bus. I set a reminder, I have to go or I’m going to miss it”*
She pulls her panties up her generous thighs and all I want is to be buried between them again, either in thanks or selfish desire to see her orgasm again. I tuck myself back into my boxer and zip up my trouser while I hand her the black jeans that had gotten tangled with a broom.
*“Will you be back tomorrow?”*
*“So eager for round two?”* she shoots back teasingly.
*“Just wondering if I need to make sure the pumpkin spices are ready for your order”*
She grins back at me in genuine amusement.
*“You should always have that stocked. But in all seriousness, no I probably won’t be in tomorrow.”* She shrugs on her jacket and begins to dig through her back pulling out a pair of headphones.
*“So what will I need to do in order to see you again?”*
*“Give me your phone”* she sticks out her hand expectantly. I unlock it and hand it back to her, watching as she punches in her number.
*“There you go”* she hands it back.
*“I’ll text you.”* I say as I tuck my phone into my back pocket and help guide her out from behind the bar,
*“I’ll hold you to it, I know where you work”* Her voice teasing and playful as she slips her headphones on. I begrudgingly unlock the door for her, wishing she’d stay just a little longer.
She leans in and she kisses me one last time before pushing out the door and into the dark. She gives me a small wave as she crosses the street and I lock the door.
I finish counting the till. I finish the supply restock. I finish the schedule for the next week. I post about the winter hours for the shop on our online sites. I write a few emails to the owner about various issues. I do all of this but my mind is always half a thought away from the fact that I just ate a girl out on the counter and that she willingly got down on her knees so quickly in kind.
The security feed is still available. I turn it on and watch from the time she entered the cafe. All shy smiles and bashful glances as I worked behind the espresso machine. I watch as she stares out at the darkening street, lost in thought until I approach her on the screen.
I feel the rush of swelling in my dick as it stirs against the zipper of my jeans. I unzip them again and fist my cock, encouraging the growing need. Her face is obscured in the video but the effect I have on her body is not. The way she leans into my touch, arching against the pleasure that I built is nothing short of beautiful.
My strokes are rough and long, as my thumb works around the head, trying desperately to re-create the touch that had been on me only an hour ago.The screen flickering with my satisfied smiled as she cums again under my tongue. For a split second, I can see her face in the video as she loses herself against her first orgasm. Eyes screwed tight before opening wide. Her body half off the counter as I lift her back up to bring her to orgasm again.
I can feel my breath grow ragged and I become frenzied with as I grasp my shaft wishing her spit was still covering it. My body straining as my orgasm builds in waves of tightness and I stroke faster. As she cums again, I let go, covering my stomach in the evidence of my pleasure.
I take my time coming down from this high. Echos of my masturbatory efforts sending shivers through my body as I watch her exit the cafe on the rolling footage. I feel around for a clean bar rag to clean myself off with and wipe the jizz off me. As I tidy myself up, I go to my backpack and hunt around. I come up successful, finding an elusive USB stick and download the footage to show her later or delete forever, her choice, before wiping the time stamps from the digital archive.
Putting on my jacket, I do one last visual sweep of the cafe to make sure everything is secure and ready for open in the early morning. I switch off the neon sign and lock up behind me. Taking a couple steps, I hesitate and pull my phone from my pocket.
***What are you doing Friday night?***
I walk toward my bus stop and pop my earbuds in. Scrolling through the endless choices in my playlists I settle on something soft and broody, perfect for a dark late autumn evening. The bus pulls up and I hop on, tapping my card in payment, settling in to one of the seats for my journey home eager to wash off the scent of coffee but not the scent of her.
My phone vibrates against my thigh.
***How about… you?***
**Thank you to everyone for their kind words on the last post. I did part two from the man’s perspective. The pieces I like the most explore the perspective from all partners but as a woman, I obviously don’t have the sensational experience that a penis owner has during stimulus, so if you have any friendly critique I’m more than willing to hear it :)**
**And as always, tip your baristas!**
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yjnpms/the_coffee_shop_part_2_mf_oral_masturbation
Absolutely engaging I love how real it seems.
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