Barista Banging
In the easiest way I can describe this feeling, it wasn't love. In the beginning god had locked the sins of man away in a single fruit and the trust between him and man was broken by a snake with a good choice of words. The first couple in humanity damned all of us into wearing clothing, but we wouldn't be able to tell whether or not something was truly admirable or captivating in a woman, would there?
She wasn't tall, but she was stout and soft. Her eyes were black like ink, but shone like opal, and her hair bundled into an identical pair of buns was quite the same. You'd mistake her for snow white if she was asleep. Across her small, sharp nose was a sprinkle of freckles, and below those, perfect arched lips that I knew looked beautiful agape.
She had this figure that was supple, and perfect for holding. The best I can say, in the turtleneck that I'm sure is keeping her sore throat warm, her chest and waist fits in a perfect tent frame. I've seen her come in with a crop top before, her stomach is lined with stretch marks that snake up her hips like beautiful rivers, and her piercing only makes it better. In the skirt she paired with her red turtleneck neck, her thighs like tree trunks slid together smoothly, with such strength, like a young female wrestler. The warm color of her skin contrasted night and day with her dark thigh highs that squeezed around her thighs creating this squeeze around her thighs that made men feel the same way women feel about schmedium shirts that pressed on a man's biceps.
This evening she approached me as I stared, giving me a classic line that I could quickly tell was given with a flirtatious tone. "You know it's rude to stare." I had played this fantasy a thousand times in my head before. "Staring can also be a sign of adoration." She paused. There was no laugh, there was no smile, just a sinister gaze. Though for a moment, there was a glance away.
No one else was in the shop. No one came in for breakfast this late. No one except for her. I was convinced she was a vampire. So I spoke with a grin, "What do you come out here so late for anyways? I usually sit out in the back. Watching you come in, order something, then leave. Though I've never gotten to see what you've ordered. You remind me of a vampire."
Her gaze met my eyes. Her coal eyes locked with mine. I couldn't look away. It felt that as if I did, I would miss something important, or she would kill me. It was like staring down a rattlesnake. Somehow, I knew exactly what she wanted. "3 pumps of barista boy cream, coming right up."
I waved to a co-worker who was half asleep in the breakroom. "I'm taking my break… in the fridge. It's getting a little warm. Ive got a timer… so don't bother looking for me." I wasn't one to blush or get heated, but this woman was a special case.
The walk-in fridge wasn't ice cold, but chilly enough that her cheeks became rosier, and her body shuffled closer to mine. Her fingertips were like icy knives tracing my skin, giving me goosebumps as she pressed them against my chest underneath my apron and shirt. Tracing down my stomach, across my navel, and onto the brass button on my black jeans. She looked up at me with her large dark eyes, she appeared sleazy, half awake, dreaming almost. It was adorable…
I let out a sharp gasp of surprise that broke our eye contact when she ran her icy fingers gripped my member. She gave a small giggle and pressed her face against my chest, "It's warm…" she said in a muffled tone. Her smaller hands and size in general were a blessing for confidence. Without looking back up at me she giggled again and i could feel her smile on my chest. "You're staring again… why don't you use your hands too?"
I felt like she was mocking me, but it felt endearing. My hands moved from my sides and slowly caressed the threads on her sweater. It was softer than anything I had ever felt before. My hands traced the knitted pattern to a bump on her chest. As my finger grazed over the bump again her breath hitched, almost paused. I found the ticket. I took two digits and squeezed them together, her whole body straightened and settled with a quiet gasp leaving her mouth.
Then she bit down on my own nipple, I jumped "Ah-ow--" she giggled and looked up at me with a pair of puppy eyes that eased the pain immediately. I was about to ask a question, that even now I cannot remember because of the soft arched lips that met my own with enough force to push me into a cold shelf that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. A rush of her apple cinnamon scent flew up my nose and I was drunk with lust.
Her feet were on the shelf behind her, giving her leverage to keep my back pinned. Mustered the strength to grab her by her plump rump, my hands sank into the jelly-like thighs and ass she had on her. My hands must've been colder than I expected, she yelped, and a puff of her breath drifted from her mouth and she hung by her arms from around my neck as I set her back down.
Even as I set her down her body sank lower, onto her knees. Her body gave a small shiver as they touched the floor. Her expression was soft and needy, her eyes never left mine. It was slightly unnerving, but I couldnt look away. The arch of her lips fit like a perfect puzzle piece on my shaft. She kissed the tip and length several times, like she was giving my cock a taste test. Her breath was warm and heavy, a hand between her legs and a cold hand gripping the girth.
Rather than staring idly by, I rest a hand between her space buns, and her head reacted like a cat. She brushed into my palm as her head slid down my length. There wasn't much of it so the bobbing was brief and quick. Her eye contact broke when she stuffed it down her throat the best she could, she glided off of the tip, saliva dribbling between the knob and her lips. She took a moment to catch her breath. I took that chance to grip the sweater and lift it off of her head, her breasts dropped from the sweater, and just like a hot dog between buns, my member fit perfectly between them. She looked surprised, giving a shiver at being touched.
Her nipples were a soft rosy pink, hard as diamonds and probably more erect than I was. I wouldn't blame the broad, it was pretty cold. I took her nipples between two of my fingers once again, and pinched gently. I'm not good with bust measurements, but I had to say the pair of borderline double D'd breasts smothered my cock like a kolache. She gave a steady rhythm of gasps and moans as we were pressed together.
She looked up to me once again, a small smile curled at the edge of her lips. The same words rang in my ears as she stared at me. "So warm… warm… warm…" fridge sex really brings out the desire to keep warm. So I gave her reason to. I let out my own gasps and pants, feeling myself on edge as I tried my best to last a bit longer. Dribbling from the tip was thick pre-cum, her eyes lit up as her tongue noticed it. She looked up to me again with eager, sinister eyes and gave my shaft a long, slow, lick.
I tried everything, reading our menu backwards in my head, thinking about cleaning the toilets, but it felt like she was squeezing my semen out of my cock like it was a piping tool for baking. Thick white cum shot onto her beautiful rosy face and chest. My cold sack tried its best to give its best load, but she seemed more than satisfied with what she received. She tried her best to catch what she could, her eyes closed halfway.
She stood up and dropped her skirt. "That's pump number one…" she turned around and shivered, her back arching to press her rump against my hips, her body held up by the shelf in front of us. It wasn't frozen, but I know it was cold. She let out a labored, chittering breath. "I'm getting a little cold… warm up my insides too…" her voice was so sweet and soft. It wasnt high like you'd expect, but it wasn't deep either. It was warm, like honey and tea.
I positioned myself, being taller, I had to lift her quite a bit, which gave me all the better reason to hold her golden hip dips. I could feel every goosebump on what was once her smooth skin. The snaking stretch marks hugged my fingers as I lifted her enough just so her feet hardly touched the floor.
Slowly, I made my way to penetrate her, and her body shivered. Mine did too… I almost had lost my balance, but I kept my head on straight. Thrusting slowly I could feel how warm she was, how tight she was. Like her insides were hugging my dick, trying to milk it with each following thrust. It took everything I had not to blast again, but with her breaths getting louder, trying her best to mute herself. She managed to mutter a few words from her cove in the shelf.
"M… more please…"
It was like the whisper of a mouse. I hefted her hips and picked up the pace. My hips clapped against her ass firmly, causing it to quake, her legs hanging down from the height I held her. Her quiet nature broke as she let out a strange gasp and moan, her body in the nook of the shelf close together, cursing under her breath and looking down.
I hadn't noticed, but her buns had undid themselves. She breathed heavily and moaned through grit teeth as a chill rippled through her spine, causing her hips to buck, and to clamp onto me harder. Once again, I nearly lost my balance, but I wasn't done. I thrust faster, her warm ass turning rosier the more my hips came in contact with it. At this point she was heaving, grinding against me, either in an effort to get away or to get more pleasure out of the experience.
A hand reached back to me but her balance wouldn't stay, she gave a frustrated moan and endured the pressure of the situation. I gripped the shelf and gave a final powerful thrust pressing her against the wall releasing the second load into her body. She sighed softly as her breath slowed and turned to me with a small smile.
"HEY!" She shouted, and I stood up straight at the counter. "Did you hear anything I just said?" I looked at her and then back at the fridge. Was I daydreaming on the job?? It felt so real... "Ugh... nevermind." Another wave of cinnamon apple brushed my face as she got closer to my ear and and whispered. "I'll be back for pump number 3 tomorrow…" Icy fingers traced my jaw and moved to her lips.
As she turned and left, I could have sworn I heard the devil laughing.
