Erotica - The Cafe

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When Mercedes went on maternity leave, I resigned myself to slow service by some temp for the next 3 months at my fave cafe.

But the next morning when I walked in, there behind the counter was the sexiest woman that the cafe had ever seen. I slowly approached the counter, taking in the scope of her shape as her back was to me while she was making someone a latte.

I continued to watch her carefully as she finished serving the person ahead of me. I was stuck drooling over her delicate neck decorated with little henna painted flowers when she yelled, "Next!"

"Oh...yeah, could I have a piece of citrus bread?" I stammered.

"You want it hot?" She asked.

I blushed as though she could read my mind. "No, I'll take it as is."

For days it seemed that she did not know I was alive. Then one day I strolled in as usual and waited to be next in line.

When I reached the counter I heard, "I saved you your favorite!"

I looked up at this knee weakening smile beaming towards me, presenting two huge pieces of citrus bread. I grinned at her and said thank you.

"What's your name?" She asked.

"%WOMAN%", I answered.

"Good morning to ya %WOMAN%, I'm %WOMAN2%... nice to officially meet you."

"You too."

For the next couple of weeks as I watch the weather get hotter, %WOMAN2%' outfits get smaller. It quickly becomes torture to get my morning snack when I was craving the snack server.

So this one morning when I walked into the cafe, there was no one there but the two of us and she is on the customer side of the counter wiping it down. I stood behind her, staring at her perfect little ass, when she turns smiling asking me,

"Do you know what you want?"

I looked her in the eye grinning and said, "Oh yeah..."

She giggled and hit me with her towel.

I got real serious and said, "Thank you mistress, may I have another?"

She gave me a long hard lingering look as if to try and figure out if I was serious or not. I quickly changed the subject, turning to check out the pastries though I could still feel the heat of her stare.

Later on that afternoon, I walked by the bathroom and %WOMAN2% reached out and pulled me in. She went over to the sink and began picking at herself in the mirror.

I walked up close behind her and pressed my hips tight up against her ass. Without looking back, %WOMAN2% reached back and took both of my hands up under her titties. I began to nibble her neck and pinch her nipples. That caused her to grind her ass into me and let out a little moan from her throat.

Suddenly %WOMAN2% spun around, put her hand on my chest and push me backwards into a handicapped stall...pinning me up against the wall before closing and locking the door.

I leaned against the wall and watched as she stood before me and lifted her shirt and bra and began to rub her own breasts...slipping her hand into the front of her jeans.

"Fuck! You got me so wet...what are you gonna do about it?"

I sit down on the toilet seat and pull her on to my lap. After fiddling with the button of her pants for a minute, she stood up and shed them along with her panties, resuming her place on my lap...this time with her legs gapped open for me.

I could feel her wetness seeping through my pants as she grinded herself on my thigh. I bit and sucked her nipples, letting my fingers dance around the outside of her pussy lips causing her to grind me harder, her body begging me to feel her deep.

I stuck the tip of my finger in the heart of her nectar and brought my finger up, circling her stiff clit many times and diving back down even deeper in her hole.

%WOMAN2% gasped a pleased, "Oh yes!" before burying her head in my neck in an effort to keep quiet. I tried to make it as difficult as possible. I added a finger to my pleasure assault on her pussy and pumped even faster.

She spread her legs wide, her language for "Gimme more!", so I skipped from 2 to 4 fingers, which she swallowed up easily. I held on to her tight, thrusting deeper and deeper feeling her mouth sucking my neck to keep silent.

I pull my hand out for a minute and spread her wetness all over her puss, getting her clit slick just to slide my 4 fingers back into her...this time using my thumb to stimulate her throbbing clit. I began rubbing it slow to lull her into just going with the pleasure.

As I stroke faster, %WOMAN2% bucks her hips to try and match my rhythm. She digs her nails into my back and bites hard on my neck as I hear a muffled scream escape from her throat.

Just then we hear the bathroom door open and we hush quickly. We hold our breath until the person pees and leaves. Giggling, she hurries and gets dressed.

I smelled my fingers and said, "Same time tomorrow?"

She said, "Don't be late!"

The next morning when I walked in to the cafe, %WOMAN2% was a perfect vision bent over ass in the air cleaning up a spilled mocha. I had to catch my breath and keep from stumbling to the counter.

Seeing her in that position was a good prediction for what she was in store for after the lunch rush. I ordered my usual and headed back to my office. There was a note on the napkin %WOMAN2% gave me with my pastry.

It said, "When the clock strikes two, I'll be with you...the digs not too fancy, let's meet in the pantry.

For the rest of the day the time labored on minute by minute. At 1:55pm I slowly approached the door to the pantry and reached for the knob. Just as I extended my hand the door flew open and a hand grabbed the front of my pants and pulled me inside.

%WOMAN2% stepped back from me with her hands on her hips admiring the thick bulge in my baggy khaki shorts. She was breathtaking in her halter, mini-skirt and apron. I walked to her, putting my hands on her waist pulling her against me so that she could feel the thickness in my shorts.

%WOMAN2% showed me her approval by pressing her lips to mine, wrestling my tongue with hers and grinding her pussy hard against me. I picked %WOMAN2% up onto a stack of full boxes, reached up her skirt and yanked her panties down and over her shoes before putting them in my back pocket.

I then placed her legs over my shoulders, parted her fat pus lips...teasing her stiff clit and making her wetter by the second.

I then had %WOMAN2% throw her arms around my neck as I popped the head of my pony out of my zipper and poked the tip into her increasingly wet hole.

"We don't have time for you to me teasing me this way, you know?" %WOMAN2% whispered.

"Oh, you want more?" I asked, punctuating "more" with a sudden push of my hips, instantly filling her up with every inch.

%WOMAN2% had to push her face into my shoulder to keep from screaming for the whole building to hear as she locked her ankles with her legs tightly around my waist.

I pinned her using the wall as leverage to push even deeper into her. She let out little moans as I pumped my hips steadily, telling her how I'd been waiting for the chance to fuck her this way.

"Was it exactly like this?" %WOMAN2% asked.

"No,..", I said as I pulled out and bent her over to hit it from the back, "It was more like this..."

As I rocked my hips forward into her hard, %WOMAN2% reached back with both hands and spread apart her ass cheeks wide so I could watch the piston action of my flesh pony sliding quickly in and out of her hot, dripping hole.

%WOMAN2%'s moans filled the tiny pantry as I pumped her mercilessly. If I hadn't checked my watch to see her break was almost over, I probably would've stayed stroking the kitty that way for longer But, alas it was time for her to peak.

I reached around to her stiff, standing clit and rubbed her slick juices all over it...flicking and caressing it in circles.

As I began to pick up speed with my clit play, %WOMAN2% begged me to fuck her faster, deeper. I quickly sped up the motion of my hand and my hips wanting to give her all she could handle.

When she started scratching at the cardboard boxes, groping for something to hold on to, I knew she was ready to explode.

Then I said, "This is what I wanted since I saw you bent over, ass in the air cleaning up a spilled coffee this morning."

That description was all %WOMAN2% needed to push her over the edge. As she started to climax, I slipped deep into her and stayed...letting her pussy walls grip and contract around every inch. She whimpered to a halt and sat down on the stack of boxes, sweaty and breathless with a crooked smile.

"I'd hate to see what we could do in a bedroom..." %WOMAN2% laughed.