Naughty barista (M/F) | 2016

For a few years I worked as a barista at a university cafe while I put myself through (a different) school. The cafe I worked at was located in the law school so most of the patrons were graduate students, professors, university staff, and guest speakers, etc… Between the customers and the vendors (our coffee supplier was down the block and seemed to only employ super hot guys), there was a lot of eye candy which made my shifts more bearable.

Due to the bad decisions and petty retaliations of some long gone employee and a student there was a strict no fraternization rule for staff and customers. However….

There was this one guy that did general maintenance and landscaping for the university. I had shared a smoke and brief conversation with him once but for the first couple years I worked there we didn't hang out and he didn't come in to the cafe very often. Mostly I would just wave at him when I saw him around. He was in his early/mid-twenties, bright blue eyes, messy blonde hair, usually a little beard growth, strong arms, and typically wore overalls or carhartts with paint and dirt on them from work.

Out of the blue he started coming in every day when I was working. We would exchange banter as I made his drink, sometimes it was flirty but not overly, and occasionally I would join him outside for a smoke when I could take a break. One day he was in my line as usual and after I rung up his drink he paused before stepping away, failing to suppress an embarrassed grin. He had a beautifully contagious smile that always brightened my day. Collecting his confidence he stepped closer and leaned over the counter.

"Would you like to go out sometime?"

I felt my face flush. Screw policy, I wanted this guy. I smiled back but didn't answer right away, trying to stay casual and not draw too much attention. I flipped over his receipt and wrote my number on the back before passing it over to him.

"Sure."

This time as I made his drink we didn't speak, just grinned like idiots at each other over the espresso machine.

"See you soon." He said as he took his drink and left.

When I called him I told him we had to be discrete around campus, but that I would love to get together anyway. We went on a few dates but I know you don't want to hear about that so I'll skip it. He was a very classy guy despite his rougher appearance at work, a true gentleman (almost to a fault, at least at first). One night we had been out dancing and he finally invited me back to his place for a drink. He had a nice apartment with a good view of the city, fairly minimal but he had some nice art pieces and a ton of books and records. He poured me a bourbon as I looked around. We chatted for a while but he was being a bit standoffish. By the time I drained my glass I decided I would be the one to get things started.

He was going on about authors and musicians I had never heard of. (It was starting to feel like a Portlandia skit and I had stopped listening and was just taking him in as he thumbed through his collection). I interrupted him mid-sentence.

"John."

"Yeah?" He looked up and found me looking intently at him. I closed the distance between us and set my drink down.

"Kiss me."

He paused a moment, then gave me one of those beautiful smiles and gently ran his fingers through my hair, grabbing my face with both hands and pulled me in. My hands slipped under his shirt and began exploring his body and pulling him closer. Our passion elevated quickly and I pulled him towards me so I was back against the wall. He took the cue and pushed me roughly against it. His fingers tightened around my hair pulling my face back and I let out a little yelp of pain quickly followed by a devilish grin showing my approval. He studied my reaction and cocked his head.

"You're kind of dirty aren't you?"

"A little." I admitted casting my eyes down, and to my delight he pulled my head back further so I was looking into his eyes. I couldn't fake being coy very well and he saw through it. I smirked back and him and grabbed him by the throat quickly switching our places and pressing into him with a kiss. He didn't seem too phased and I was happy my gentleman was keeping up. He watched me cooly as I backed off and removed his belt, never breaking eye contact. I dropped to my knees bringing his pants down as I went and he took off his shirt at the same time.

Soon he was completely naked and I was still fully clothed. I took his semi-erect cock completely into my mouth and felt it start to swell as I let it slide in and out of my mouth. Pleasure took over his face as he ran his hands through his hair and leaned back against the wall giving me a very pleasant view of his stretched muscles.

I was enjoying the power I had, with him completely naked at at my mercy. I reached one hand around the top of his ass pulling further into my mouth while my other hand stroked his balls, taint, and the bottom of his shaft. I alternated between deep throating him to teasing his head, to stroking him while letting my tongue slide down to the base of his cock and balls.

No sooner had I slipped his sack into my mouth that I felt his hand grip my hair and pull me away. "You need to slow down there." He groaned. "I don't want to come yet." He almost tripped trying to get his pants the rest of the way off while lunging for me at the same time. He flung them off angrily then regained himself and came for me again, this time slow and deliberate. His hands slid under my dress and cupped my ass firmly, lifting me slightly.

"You look so beautiful in this dress I almost want to leave it on, but I still haven't seen you."

I pulled it over my head for him, underneath I was wearing just a thong. He stood back for a moment to take it in.

"God I could just eat you."

He bend down and scooped me up with one strong arm under my ass and carried me to the bed. Feeling the heat and weight of him on top of me was so comforting, his smooth skin sliding over mine. Of all the men I have ever been with John was the most beautiful. He had an amazing body, strong and defined but not overly ripped (I don't like the body-builder look personally), kind of rugged in an artistic way, and bright, piercing eyes. I wanted him to take me so badly in that moment.

Instead he started kissing my body, teasing my nipples with his tongue and kissing my stomach and sides. He hovered over my wet panties and kissed my clit softly through the fabric before continuing down my legs all the way to my feet. I was writhing and moaning uncontrollably. All I wanted was to feel him inside of me, to have our bodies pressed close together.

"Please." I pleaded.

He ignored me and continued to tease my body with his hands and mouth for a few minutes until he finally peeled my thong off and plunged his tongue into my hole swirling it around the opening and then pressing it as deep into me as he could before bringing my juices up to my swollen clit. I was in agony. I had day dreamed about him in the past and the past couple weeks of dating with barely any physical contact had finally come to this. I was impatient. I needed him, I hadn't had sex in a few months and was very unhappy about it. He held my wrists down and went to town as waves of pleasure surged through me. I screamed his name and begged him to fuck me. Still he ignored me and teased and penetrated me with his tongue for another 15 or 20 minutes until I came again. (Later I would discover he had an oral fetish).

Finally he released my legs and they slumped to the bed clumsily, my body felt like jello. He used the sheet to wipe off his drenched face and turned me over as I tried to regain myself. No sooner had I propped myself up on all fours then he thrust himself inside of me hard and I collapsed face first into the pillows. His hand on my back kept me there as he pounded away at me. After a while he slowed down, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them apart, massaging them, enjoying their fullness then occasionally giving deep thrusts which made me squeal from the sudden pain. Doggy style has always been intense for me, something about my physiology and the angle of penetration can make it hard to take, but I was so turned on that the intensity just felt amazing, even if the deeper thrusts brought a little pain.

After a while he paused to get us some much needed water and I climbed on top. I rode him slowly at first, grinding on him deeply and then pulling up so I could feel the entirely of his shaft sliding in and out of me. Just getting to look at the gorgeous man I was fucking made it hard to tease us for long and soon I was bouncing away, fucking him as hard as I could. Our moans intensified together and soon I felt the heat and wetness of his come exploding inside of me. I was right behind him and kept riding him hard until I finished even as he whimpered from the intensity of being fucked post-orgasm.

Finally we collapsed, letting the pleasure wash over us. As I came back to myself I realized we both started work in less than three hours and debated whether sleep would be worth it or not. But we were so exhausted we just lay there listening to the sounds of the city and watching the light from passing cars dance across the walls, enjoying the time we had before starting an undoubtedly rough day.

The last thing he said was

"You know, I don't even really like coffee."

I laughed.

"We have other things you know."

"I know, but if I ordered a latte then I had at least a couple more minutes to talk to you. I usually gave them away."

I laughed again and kissed him on the chest, the smile remaining on my lips as I drifted off.

John and I dated for about three months and my work never found out. He was a sexy guy but in the end we just had different interests and although the sex was incredible we weren't that compatible in other ways. He was clearly looking for a girlfriend and I just wanted to have fun so we went our separate ways amicably.

Our separation freed me up to have other adventures which leads into another tale that was requested by a few people: my first time with a woman. I'll put that one up soon. Hope you enjoyed!

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