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The Bikini Barista

Date: 6/23/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Male/Teen Female, Older Male / Female, Teen, Virginity, Young, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

hoping to screw her. It made sense now; eyeballing her, his acting stunned she was there. He must have been crazy excited to see her there and think she was available for pleasure. What worried her was how he would react when she explained she didn't do that stuff. Would he be mad? Want his tip back? Embarrass her? It turned out none of those. On his next visit in two days Mr. Johnson showed up at 1:15, the slowest time of her shift. Customers headed back to work and it was always slow again until 3 when she left. It was dumping rain when he showed up. He ran to the window and wrapped on it with his knuckles. "Hi Mr. Johnson. What can I get you?" "Hey there Katrina . . . " His eyes lingered on her, and she suddenly felt as bare skinned as she was. "I will take a grande frap." Katrina prepared his drink as fast as she could, knowing he was staring at her barely covered ass cheeks. She felt a bit sick to herself thinking that he was probably fantasizing right now about what it would be like to screw her. She brought his coffee to the window, shivering a bit. The rain had brought fall temperatures to the city and a bit of rain was getting into her station. "Was there anything else I can get you?" Mr. Johnson stood staring at her for a minute. More accurately staring at her belly button chain. He licked his lips once, took a swig of coffee and put it back down. "Yes Katrina, I wanted to get you . . . " Katrina felt herself turning red, "Mr. Johnson . . . I know some of that goes ... on here but I don't do the extra curricular stuff. But if you ask one of the other girls . . ." "I don't want one of those skanks. I want the little knockout that was in my class 4 years ago. I thought you were gorgeous then, and you have only gotten sexier. Tell me what you want Katrina. I will make it worth your while." He said in a pleading voice. Katrina could see his shoulders heaving with his heavy breaths. "Mr. Johnson I really, truly don't do that. I . . . I--I'm a . . . ah. . . a virgin" Katrina said so quietly he just barely could hear her over the rain. "Did you say you are a virgin Katrina?" Bill asked her, looking at her over the rim of his glasses, his head bowed. Katrina crossed her arms and rubbed her arms, trying to stay warm, wishing she had bought a space heater. "Y-y-yes. So you see, I am not even . . . " "Oh god Katrina, I want to be your first. Please!" "No, I don't want . . . " "Just tell me what you want Katrina!" Mr. Johnson pleaded, bringing his face closer. Katrina sat and wondered for a moment. She decided to give him a price so high she wouldn't have to see him again. "You really want to be my first? I consider it a valuable gift. I want . . . $5000, all in cash." "Deal!" Mr. Johnson said, a tight smile lining his lips. "It will take me a week and a half to get the money out of my retirement. See you when I get it!" With that he bounded off into the rain before she was able to protest. She couldn't believe it, had he just agreed to give her $5000 ...