Thank god for leather seats (fucking the new hire part2) [FM]

Since the first story did relatively well and I got requests for more I decided to detail my second date with the new hire aka Eric. Some of you also wanted to know what I look like. I’m 5’9 (a giant I know), 120 pounds, Asian, with thick jet black hair that touches the top of my buttocks. I wear a 32C bra and have a small but perky butt. I’ve been told I resemble a younger Gao YuanYuan except I always line my eyes with a catwing. Anyway, this story is quite long so I’ll just summarize the beginning for context. Neither of us had a place to fuck so we decided to watch a movie/fuck in the theatre. On the drive over we were discussing his family man demeanour and how it was all a ploy to make me think he was some upstanding citizen (not that I care, I wanted a stallion not a husband). Fast forward to when we got the parking lot.

[F]ucking the new hire [M]

People always think that working at a coffee shop means meeting hot, single students. This doesn’t ring true when said coffee shop is situated in a business district full of older professionals who look down on you. For an early 20’s girl like me who has a propensity for daydreaming about sex, my days spent serving geriatric customers and angry old office workers were not conducive to what I had had in mind. It wasn’t until maybe six months into the gig that a new hire from across the cafe started coming in. I was instantly smitten by his broad shoulders, big brown eyes, thick black hair, and his dark skin. For two months he’d come in, order a cappuccino, and we’d engage in a little light conversation as I steamed the milk for his drink. His daily visits soon became the highlight of my day and I would instantly break out into a huge ear to ear grin whenever he walked in despite my brain reminding me to stay cool.