The Cafe – Short Erotica – NSFW – 18+

She had worked at the cafe for three weeks now. It wasn’t what she wanted to do with her life but she needed the money and the pay was good. She was single, 22 and was studying to be a Dr and she was determined to do anything to achieve her goal.

She was blonde, not slender nor fat, her face was mediocre but what made her stand out was her magnificent breasts. Everyone complimented her on them. She often wondered if she should have used these assets to earn money and give up waitressing but she couldn’t get involved in the world of nude mags and still be the Dr she wanted to be. For now the cafe would have to do.

She stood at the counter alone, it was a quiet afternoon and she had been given the task of locking up that evening so she had to stay until closing time. Her favourite past time when it was quiet was to people watch and make up stories in her head about what they were like.

She looked up to see the only customer in the place. He was an old man who came in most days around the same time and would sit at the same table by the window. He would order his black coffee and everyday he placed a flower on the table across from him whilst he held a crumpled photograph in his wrinkled hands. He often would sit there with tears in his eyes and she wondered how many times he had been through the same ritual, sat there clutching the same photograph, adding to the creases of the paper.

She had never seen what or whom the photograph was of, he would tuck it to his chest as if protecting it with his own life whenever she collected his cup. She imagined it was a photograph of his long lost love and everyday he met the memory of her here in this cafe, the place they met. A real ‘meet cute’.

She checked the clock and noticed it was 3.00pm already and there was only two hours left until closing time. The shop was now empty but with storm clouds brewing outside on a gloomy autumn day she knew a rush was coming the second the clouds opened.

An hour later, as heavy rain started to splash against the window, the cafe was still empty as the door burst open. He stumbled inside making her jump out of her skin. She could not see his face as he still shielding his head with his suit jacket. As he approached the counter she could see his clothes were soaking wet. He put down his satchel and removed his suit jacket. As he moved she got the first glimpse of his face. The first thing she noticed about him was his eyes. Like pools as deep as oceans and she was lost at sea and drowning fast. She took in the rest of his face. He looked kind and handsome with stubble that gave him that rugged sexy appearance she loved so much.

When she looked down further to his white shirt, she saw it was dripping wet. Below the now almost invisible fabric, she saw the hair on his chest and his hard erect nipples. She swallowed hard and bite her lip.

She was lost for words as she stood there with her mouth slightly open and a shocked look on her face. He smiled sweetly at her with the kind of smile that made her blush and melt all at the same time. He ordered a cup of strong hot tea and went to sit at the seat where the old man had been sitting earlier that afternoon.

She made his tea and nervously prepared herself to take it over to him. She straightened her skirt and checked her makeup in the reflection of the coffee machine. She had a simple uniform for work. Thick black tights, a short black skirt, a white apron and a white blouse. She undid the top button of her blouse to reveal more of her cleavage and ran her hands through her hair.

Taking one final look at her herself, she took a deep breath and picked up the cup and saucer and walked over to his table. He looked up as she approached, as he did, she saw his blue eyes piercing her. She placed the cup down on the table. She hadn’t noticed whilst blushing and staring at him that the cup was only balanced on the edge of the table.

It all happened in slow motion as gravity betrayed her and the cup tipped directly into his lap. He stood up as she apologised profusely to him, Tea all over his lap and crotch. He noticed her red cheeks and her flushed neck and chest against the the white of her blouse as she bent down to retrieve the cup. She tried not to notice how his wet trousers now revealed a bulge in his pants as he told her not worry about the tea.

She got to her feet and mortified she stood there unable to talk or move. He smiled and asked if she could show him to the bathroom so he could change. She stammered and motioned for him to follow her. The toilets were past the back room. She locked the cafe door for safety as it was nearly closing time anyway and she showed him where to go.

As she walked back to the counter she heard the click of the toilet door lock behind her. Before she had a chance to dwell on her clumsiness, she heard his voice asking for help. He sounded embarrassed.

The toilet door was open when she nervously got back there. He stood with his wet shirt unbuttoned to reveal his hairy chest, the top button on his suit trousers were undone and his zip was half way down. She stood their gobsmacked as he explained that he couldn’t get his zip down any further and he needed to change into dry clothes before he headed home.

He asked her if she could try and get the zip undone for him. Standing in front of him, not daring to make eye contact, she stood as close as she dared and apprehensively tugged at the zip. It wouldn’t budge. She kneeled down on the cold tiled floor and tried again but it was stuck even more so now. She tried to wiggle it loose and pull up and down on the zip but it still wouldn’t budge.

She noticed that from all the tugging, his cock was now rock hard through his tight grey boxers and she bit her lip in anticipation. She couldn’t help herself as she yanked hard at the zip, pulling it apart beyond repair and revealing his massive erection. She pulled his pants down, saying nothing to him as she took his cock in her hand, bringing him slowly closer to her lips, licking the end. Her tongue gently flicked and swirled around him as he moaned in pleasure. She could taste that he was now leaking pre cum as it wet her lips and made them shine. He looked down at her, her eyes burning into his. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth and gently sucked it, his cock now gliding between her lips whilst the tip of her tongue teased his balls. He stopped and held her chin and gently made her stand.

His hand still holding her face, he brought her closer to him and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hands now on her ass cheeks. As he kissed her, she felt like a fire had been lit inside her and she wanted him badly. He told her to stay there, as he pulled his boxers up. She heard him head out front and pull the cafe blinds down. He came to the back of the cafe to find her standing there nervous and her face red and flushed.

He took her hand and led her back out front, he had cleared a dark wooden table of its cups, sugar bowl and cloth. As they stood there, he began to unzip her skirt from behind and he let it slip to the floor. Next he undid the buttons on her blouse, revealing her large breasts which were barely covered by her lace bra. His hand reached round and unfastened her bra clasp as she now stood there in just her panties, tights and shoes. His hands stroked her breasts and her skin tingled from his touch.

He took her in his arms and laid her back onto the table, her long legs reaching the floor, her ass on the edge. His hands stroked down from her breasts to her stomach, the skin of his hands delicately rubbing against hers. He touched her in a sensual and tender way that made her wetter than she had ever been before.

He lifted her legs up so that they rested on his hips and he ripped her tights at the groin and then her panties. His eyes were wild and burning into her with passion as he pulled his trousers and boxers off and stood with his hard cock in his hand ready for her. He smiled before parting her wet pussy lips and rubbing the tip against her clit. He heard her moan and he saw a shiver of pleasure pulse through her naked body.

He watched as her eyes widened and she moaned deeply as he pushed into her, her nipples now hard and erect. She was so wet and she was so desperate for him to fuck her. He didn’t move or say anything he just stood over her watching, his cock deep inside her and her clenching around him. She could see that his eyes had now turned dark and broody as he pulled out of her and then pushed back in hard, deep and agonisingly slowly.

Each thrust took her breath as he built up his rhythm. He held her ass in his hands, her thighs resting on his arms as he pulled her closer every time he slid into her tight pussy. She could feel him swelling inside her and throbbing as he pumped her full of his cum. He got to his knees, pulling her legs wide apart and slid his hard tongue inside her, tasting himself as she twitched on the table and squirted all over his face.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. She stood their naked, their cum dripping down her legs and the taste on her lips. They smiled at each other, both blushing as their eyes met and with the embarrassment of fucking a stranger. It sure was a nice ‘meet cute’ she thought to herself.

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