Coffee evening.

I saw her there; her long beautiful brown hair was curled ever so lightly and twirled down against her mid back, resting peacefully. Her bangs right above her eyes as she looked so intently at the monitor in front of her, so concentrated it made her look cute in advance. I was used to visit this pretzel branch after work, at least for the last 2 weeks when she started working in here. We would exchange few words and that was it.

 

She was typing up my order, unaware my sharply gaze staring directly at her, her short buttoned all the way up except for the most important 2 buttons, the ones I needed to be buttoned so that my eyes wouldn’t be focused on her cleavage.  I couldn’t help but bit my lower lip as I taped my fingernails continually, my anxiety was in crescendo. I was having an inner conference, trying to decide whether I should talk to her or not, because… Why would I do that anyway? Why would a client start a conversation just because? But my body was burning up at the idea of having her eyes on mines.

 

This was weird, as a straight woman I’ve never been interested in girls, actually I’ve never had the necessity of kissing one, not even sex. I was married; I had a lovely husband and 2 kids, whom I loved a lot.  Maybe it was it…. Maybe it was the fact that I’ve been married since I was 19 years old with the same guy I hadn’t had the opportunity of trying something new.

 

Of course I’ve thought about being with other boys, I had dreamt of my personal trainer having sex with me in the changing room, normal stuff a married woman can fantasize about, but this was… different. As a straight woman I can totally say… when we stare at a girl it is because we are:

 

1.- Checking her outfit.

2.- Checking her makeup.

3.- All of the above.

 

And every time we see a gorgeous woman we have the desire of being as pretty as she is, not to be with her, and right now I was feeling the second one. I came back to my table, I think I was the last client of that day because the store was empty, coffee scent all over the place, the one I asked for; she was preparing it along with my pretzel sticks.

 

I had to talk to her, so without thinking about it so much I stood up and walked towards the counter, I licked my lips, moisturizing them like if that would make my words come out easier, I cleared my throat and coughed a little bit trying to caught her attention.

 

“Excuse me, miss…” I began, feeling my heart about to explode. What was I supposed to say? I’m 33 and she must be 22, I’m married, she’s single or maybe she has a boyfriend or a girlfriend? My body isn’t the same after 2 kids, hers… is just marvelous. But it was too late, her brown eyes were looking at me, and she was smiling.

 

“Hm, yes? How may I help you?” the soft and sweet voice filled my ears. “Sorry I’m taking so long, the coffee machine ran out of water and I had to pour in some more.” She apologized, and I could swear to god she was blushing.

 

“Ah, yes… Egr, you see I was wondering if….” My trembling voice was there, I almost had a heart attack, and what would I say? We were all alone. “Do you like latte as well?” I asked, clumsily and she tilted her head.

 

“Sorry, what?” She questioned, looking puzzled.

 

“Do you like latte?” I asked again, leaning on the counter.

 

I could hear the girl’s brain working so hard like if that was a difficult question, looking at me. ‘Cute…very very cute’ I thought to myself. 

 

“Oh, yes… I do.”  She answered quickly, walking towards the coffee machine and coming back with my order. “Why?”

 

“Would you like to have a cup with me?” I asked, sweating nervously but trying to sound as cool as possible.

 

She seemed to think about it a couple minutes. “Mhm… Yes, why not?” She smiled widely, and my heart almost exploded. “Please take a seat and I’ll meet you there.” I did as she said; I waited while crossing my leg over the other as I adjusted my shirt and skirt, unbuttoning three buttons. 

 

Five minutes went by and Camila came in, her long milky white legs visible in the slightly above knee black skirt with her white top, her black vest adorned with a little pretzel shaped pin, her breasts almost popped from her shirt, it took all I had to keep my mouth

Closed. 

 

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Veronica?” The girl said, containing all her happiness, she was holding a tray where out two coffees and my pretzel sticks were resting.

 

“How do you know my name?” I asked, cocking one of my eyebrows.

 

“Erg, you come very often so…” And something clicked on my brain; of course she had to know my name.  “Oh yes please, have a seat Camila.” I smiled warmly, embarrassed.

 

“Oh, wait please, I have to do something.” She excused herself, and walked to the door, closing and locking it while shutting the blinds. “It’s late already and I don’t want to receive more clients.” She explained, smiling again.

 

I felt nervous all of sudden, just the two of us, locked, coffee smell all over the place, and suddenly I was wondering if she smelled like that too. She noticed how zoned out I was, bringing me back to earth with a soft cough. She came back and sat in the chair in front of me, placing the tray on the table between us.

 

“So… why would you like to drink coffee with me?” She asked, tilting her head and it was so cute.

Swallowing, I crossed my leg and leaned back into the chair. “I thought you may want to relax a little bit and… Coffee is magic.” I explained politely even if I was older, her beautiful large brown eyes looking up at mine. 

“Um that’s right, coffee is magic even though there are other way I like to relax but this would help.”  She said, a slight smirk playing on her plush pink lips. 

 

“Oh my god…” I thought, was she… was she flirting or I was just… Oh. I cleared my throat, trying to sound relaxed. “How come?” I asked, surprised. 

“Do you really want to know? Well it seems like you need it too. You seem to be one of the women who work really hard.” She took her vest off, showing off her cleavage, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt and showed off her white skin.

 

“Oh yes…” I mumbled.  “I always have to work overtime… so coffee is my best friend but I’d like to know what you do for… relaxing.” I said coolly, I wanted to be flirty too.

 

“Oh, would you?” She asked in a soft voice, picking up one of the pretzel bites.

 

“Um… yes.” I said, looking at her actions.

“So where do I start?” She asked, leaning on a little bit, causing her buttons to almost get unbuttoned, revealing more of her creamy boobs, I unconsciously bite my lip. She bite the pretzel bite, chewing on it slowly, her reddish lips were covered by sugar and cinnamon. I was so aroused by her actions I had to take a sip of my coffee to keep myself awake, because with her it seemed like a dream. 

 

“Well are you willing to take the risks?” She asked, and I removed in my chair, trying to ease the pang that was happening between my thighs. 

 

“As soon as possible.” I mumbled really nervous but excited, I didn’t know what was happening but it was lit, she smirked to herself and smiled.

“How about now?” She questioned, smiling flirtatiously and I choked.

 

“Now?” I almost fainted there; we were in her work place, alone and the coffee scent taking over us.

 

“Yes, so that you can go home knowing exactly what to do when you get stressed.” The younger suggested, moisturizing her lips with her pinky tongue.

 

“Oh.. I…” I shuttered, not knowing what to do. I could felt my core getting wet just by the situation I just got myself into, my pussy was screaming “Yesssss.” But my brain was setting all my alarms on. My husband’s face showed up along with my 2 kid’s faces was well.

 

“What? You kill the lion but then you’re scared of its skin?” She questioned in a funny way, I froze. She took another pretzel bite placing it on her lips, pulling her tongue out and licking it softly. My eyes were aroused once again by her tongue, imaging how they would feel on my nipples.

 

 

“I aint no quitter.” I stated, mirroring her actions with another pretzel bite. She noticed and mischievous smile adorned her face.

 

“Oh… good by me.” I nodded, and watched as she leaned down, her brown hair falling and her breast hanging down. I had a really nice view of her cleavage.  “What about drinking coffee first? Just to prepare you for what’s coming.”

 

“Oh my god, are those D’s?”  I thought, “Holy shit, thanks you god for this… goodness.”

She licked her lips and stood up, she walked towards me. “May I have a sit, Mr,?” She asked politely, I managed to nod, clumsily. Suddenly I had the irrevocable feeling I was about to get in deep waters.