1. The Second Coffee - Take Me Like Your Coffee 3


    Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: TakeMeLikeYourCoffee, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    That regular customer sat at the same table as she always did. Yann have seen her there many times, twenty, thirty, maybe more. He couldn't count exactly, since all her visits merged into one blurry memory. She always took the same table, hidden in a wee room round the corner, basically invisible from the rest of the cafe. He liked that she was a regular. It provided some familiarity and attachment in otherwise very transient job. Thanks to the regulars there were things baristas could look forward to or complain about. He also liked that all of them were slightly mysterious, same way as he seemed to recognise and know her, but knew nothing about her. He didn't know her name nor who she was. All he knew were her habits, what she drank, where she sat, what she read. And it was not sticking to those habits that surprised him that morning. He wondered for who was the second latte she ordered, one more than usual beverage. It was early, his eyes still felt sticky from sleep, limbs a bit stiff and mind hazed by recent, sudden waking up. Yann was always the first to be called in to cover someone else's hangover day off. It was the price of living next to your work space, but there were other, nicer perks too. Like being able to wake up five minutes before you were due to be at work. 'It wasn't even supposed to be my shift', he thought, staring at the first order of the day written on a small scrap of paper. The feeling that something was wrong was magnified by the unusual order, ...
    from that girl in the corner. Why would one person order two lattes? It didn't seem right to him and he caught himself checking if he definitely read it right on the check. He poured the order into two glasses, arranging layers of milk and coffee in a floral pattern with a series of swift moves. His ears still rang with noisy huffing and puffing of the coffee maker and milk steamer. He liked all those noises of his workplace and as they quietened there was almost complete silence, and ringing in his ears. It was too early for lunch rush, the city has not woken up yet, and there was hardly anyone else in the cafe. * He walked into the back room, holding one coffee in each hand, being very concentrated on keeping both of them in balance. Even the smallest moves made his intricate floral shapes on the surface slowly lose their contours. When he looked up, there was no one in the little corner room at the back where he expected to find her. 'She must have sneaked out for a minute', he thought, and started looking for a good spot to put these coffees down. As he was looking around without much success, baffled and considering just going back to the till, he felt somewhing warm and soft on his back. When he thought about it days later, he was certain that her herbal smell sneaked trough the intense coffee aroma even before he felt her touch, but at the time all those sensations reached him all at once. Her breasts, warm and pointy even trough the thick layer of her sweater, flattened ...
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