Would you like some coffe?

     It was a typical day in my life, nothing special to be honest. My every day routine consisted in get a cup of coffe at Collin´s. The place was not the big deal but at least the prices were good enough, nothing to complain about it except for the horrible white-yellow wallpaper; it is not personal but that wallpaper made the place looked like a sort of cafeteria taken from the 60´s, a part from it everything was alright. My job was not interesting -well not for everybody- but it payed my bills. To be an accountant means to dedicate your life to numbers, meet nice, horrible people -horrible most of the time- pesimistic people, sarcastic people and weirdoes. 

     Nothing special in Keith Frazer´s life. At three o´clock, sitting on my regular chair at Collin´s I spent two hours reading some paperwork and drinking my coffe until five o´clock, the precise time to go home. Everything in this universe has a reason; from the smallest actions to the biggest events and I was at Collin´s everyday at three not because of the coffe or the disgusting white-yellow wallpaper -God, I really hate that shit-, I was there just because of Amber.

     To put this clear, the waitresses in Collin´s were old, full of wrinkles and almost blind. wearing those old spectacles where you can see their eyes bigger than their mouths -cartoon eyes I would say- asking you the normal question before taking your order “Would you like some coffe?” but Amber was not like the rest; she was the exception, the Aphrodite, the pearl of the ocean among all this rusty place. White skin, long black hair, brown eyes, sweet legs, nice breasts and a good ass. Amber might be twenty two, I did not care about it. I wanted her. 

     One day I was reading a report about a client that really needed a woman on his bed or at least go out a little bit often, his credit card was about to blow out because of all those hot websites he was into. That day was cloudy and windy, I was focus on my papers when a coffe appeared on the right side of my table. I opened my eyes and made a quick review of my actions the last ten minutes. Finally, I murmured “I didn´t ask for coffe” then I put the papers on the table and looked at her “You always drink coffe while you´re reading, honey” there she was, in front of me with her sweet voice and rep lips “I took a step forward” she said “It wasn´t necessary” I added “No problems, sugar” she replied “If you need something else, let me know. I´m Amber by the way” she added while she was walking back to the counter with the jar of coffe on her right hand.

    No words to be said, she did the first movement and I had the intention of taking the call.

    My visits to Collin´s were getting more and more fascinating as the days passed by. Short conversations with small details about her that turned my imagination on a couple of times and in a certain way I could notice her thoughts about me on her face, the way she sometimes looked at me suggested me that she was looking for somthing more than a simple conversation with a guy like me “What´s your name, sweety?” She asked with an innocent tone “Keith” I replaid quickly “Nice. A part from coffe, what else do you want?” she asked again. I wanted all but my words were stuck in my mind because the necessity of watch her breasts “Are you there?” she said “Whatever! we have time, Keith. Right?” she added while having sit in front of me “The hell…” I murmured when I saw her action “There aren´t clients today” she said. I looked around and noticed that the place was empty -I was the only client, actually- and we were alone “Where are the others?” I asked “It´s ok. It happens every wednesday” she said and crossing her legs she continued ” Wednesdays are like free days for us” I watched the way she moved her legs and my brain was buried with thousands of images and ideas of what I could do with those legs.

    I did not think of my next words, they just came out of my mouth by themselves “And what do you do on wednesdays?” I asked “Not much. Hang out with a friend or watch you” she said “Really!” I was surprised “I´m Collin´s granddaugther. I can do whatever I want here” she said with certain seduction on her tone “And whatever means…” I felt curious “Whatever you imagine, dear” she replied quickly “I can imagine a bunch of things” I added “I can do all of them” she said.

    I ended up my day thinking about all the positions I could make with her body. To have her was my goal. She was a challange, an exciting experience… a smooky girl. 

   Amber told me that life could be amazing only if we allow ourselves to live exciting experiences with new people, people that you do not know at all -unknow people according to Amber-; without limitations. She also confessed me that she had a cigarette every wednesday at the back part of the cafeteria.

    I asked her why she was working in a place like that, she just answered with a simple “I like the people here” so I took it as “I like mature men” which it was not bad. 

   Another day at Collin´s  checking reports and watching numbers but the routine had changed. Amber was part of the day, she had this custom of bite her lower lip sotfly and looked at me while attending other customers. I was reading my papers when she came to me “I fucking hate the wallpaper” she said. I was shocked with her affirmation but at the same time great -Finally! someone thinks the same shit-. I put the papers on the table and looked at her calmly “I agree with you, babe” I said “It´s fucking horrible, makes you feel you´re in a sanatory. Disgusting” she said “60´s are done, grandpa” she added “You should tell him” I advised her “To Mr. Collin you mean?” she asked “He´s dead” she added “Sorry about that” I said “It´s ok. He died two years ago. Lung cancer” when she said it I pushed the chair in front of me with my left foot creating an invitation for her to have sit “Sad, right?” she continued “Who´s in charge now?” I asked “Harold” she replied and sat down on the chair “Harold?” I asked again “My grandpa´s right hand and the chef” she explained “Got it” I said. Harold was always in the kitchen, I could barely see him through the little window of the counter, he was tall and big not a guy you want to mess around. I was in the deepest part of my thoughts when she said it “I fuck with him from time to time” Amber kept herself in silence for ten seconds then she added “But I´d like you to fuck me” I drew a small smile on my face “My pleasure” I said.

   the time was high speed, everything was blurred I felt her red lips agaisnt mine and my right hand on her ass. When I opened my eyes in order to check around and take some air Amber was against the wall. I did not know what happened but we were in the back of the cafeteria next to the garbage and my only thought was “I love wednesdays”. I was unplugged of world, my hands had proper life. I lifted her skirt up and put my right hand between her legs, she moaned softly. Her hands reached my belt and after it my pants. she was wet and ready to be fucked. I took her panty with my fingers and put it aside, she took my member out of my pants and enjoyed the view. We both looked at each other as two animals about to fight and without talking I took her by her thighs and lifted her up until my hips. I penetrated her with wrath while covered her mouth with mine, the speed was getting faster and faster and her moans were getting louder and louder.Then, she put her feet on the ground, turned around showing me her ass. I took her by her hips and penetrated her again.

   After a few minutes we were having cigarettes and some coffe Amber got from the counter and gave it to me in the back part. the steam was soft and danced with the wind, It was cool and a little cloudy. I thought about my routine and my simple life, I was sastified my life had another activity added “I love wednesdays” I murmured to myself.