I had never made coffee, not like at a coffee shop, and I thought it would be fun to learn. I have some friends who own a coffee shop. The owner had an assistant who for personal reasons had to quit. I had some extra time so she asked me to fill in here and there. I came there a few hours here and there and learned how to use the machine. Eventually I helped out with a few events they had with larger numbers of people. I really enjoyed it even though surprisingly it is a challenge. The satisfaction of creating a nice cup of coffee with lovely foam on top was motivation to keep practicing.
Part of the reason to train me was that the owners had to be gone for a week and needed someone to fill in. This is a new coffee shop so there are not a lot of drop ins for coffee yet. It is more of an off the beaten path destination and come to the shop for events type of coffee shop. So I knew if I watched the shop, there would be few if any customers. Mostly they just wanted a body there. Well I had a body and I agreed to do it.
After a few days of not much going on and sitting and working on my site most of the time, a family walked in. I chatted with them for a few minutes and then they left. Right after, a guy walked in selling newspaper subscriptions. He saw that I was just there casually and I told him I was not the owner and couldn’t say if they wanted the newspaper. I told him he could stop by next week. He was pretty good looking young guy who happened to be black. I offered to make him a coffee. Trust me at this point my coffee skills weren’t the greatest yet so who knows what it would look like. I told him all this too. He said I was way hot so he wouldn’t mind if the coffee was watered down or even burnt as long as I made it. Oh now he was flirting! I laughed and called him a flirt. I invited him to sit and visit.
At this point in the long week I was aching for someone to talk too. He was fun to talk too. He told me about his job and his family and all that. I became impatient, which is not like me but he was so good looking. I wanted to touch him but I wasn’t brave enough to say anything. When he got done with hi coffee, he said he had to go but wished he could stay for more. I just blurted out, you could stay for more. We were sitting at a small table and he reached over and pulled my chair close to him and grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. I thought for a second to hesitate… but then gave in. It only took seconds. His hand was on my pussy and I was paralyzed but said not here since there were windows all around. I said lets go back in the conference room. I knew it had a lock, not that anyone would come in but just in case. There was also a couch where he quickly was on top of me. He was working as well and I assumed his time was limited since he didn’t hesitate. His cock was immediately out and was pushing in my pussy hard. I wasn’t stopping him. I was letting him do what he wanted since I wanted it too. Eventually it slipped inside me and I squealed out loud. He pumped and pumped as if I was water and he was dying of thirst. It was such a rush!! I moaned and yelled until he came in me hard.
I flopped back on the couch in an adrenaline rush. He got up and buttoned his pants and left. I don’t know who he was but I was left dripping and aching for more. No really I wanted moreeee so badly. It took me a few minutes to get up and get myself back together as a normal person. My breathing wasn’t even normal for quite some time. I’m not sure what there is left to say as the rest of the week was low key and boring. This event kept me going for sure. Enjoy the pics of the coffee I actually made during the week. Wish I had pics of the sex too 😉