[Oct. 29] Cozy Café

[Oct. 29] Cozy Café

From a female's perspective:

I observe him grinding the coffee beans while averting his eyes from me. He works part-time at a coffee shop after college, and typically works until late. Luckily, his shift is about to end in an hour.

This is the time of day I usually attend my tutoring sessions. But today, I'm here because I have the day off.

I'm seated in a corner, admiring him from a distance as I wait for him to complete his shift. He didn't anticipate seeing me here, not at all. His shocked expression is unmistakable.

I receive a message from him inquiring about my presence at the coffee shop. I nonchalantly respond, "I'm waiting for you." He responds with a perplexed look, gazing at me from behind the counter.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything crazy." I text him. He bewilders me with his expression as I approach the counter, placing my order. "Until you ask me to." The amused expression on his face prompts my desire to push his limits.

I take a sip of my coffee, casting a cautious glance at him. I didn't come here with any mischievous intentions, but his stunned reaction tempts me.

"Look at you toiling away. What a good boy you are." I observe him scrolling through his phone in disbelief. Then he realizes.

He begins tapping on his phone screen. "You said you wouldn't do anything crazy?" Aw, such a loving boyfriend I have. I can't help but laugh.

"I'm doing something? Oh really? All I'm doing is sipping my coffee while eyeing my adorable boyfriend working hard." Noting the emphasis on "hard", he looks taken aback.

"Stop!" He tries to silence me as he gives me a glare. "What are you doing? Can you explain?"

Male's perspective:

She seductively licks her lips, staring deeply into my eyes. Her legs touch and she crosses them, suggesting something is on her mind. She asks what she is doing.

"You know the answer." I watch her smile at my response and tap away on her phone as the work catches my attention. However, her distraction is proving difficult; I must focus.

Feeling relieved, I move to a corner near the counter, away from my supervisor's eye. One more worker still serves.

"You forgot 'mommy'." She nibbles her bottom lip, waiting for my reply. "I'm searching for where to put an emoji."

"Stop!" My ears blush as my body warms up and my palms grow sweaty. "I must work. Please!" I'm not shocked by her conduct. She's reckless and bold. I'm just anxious.

"What am I doing? What's in that devious head of yours?" Her chest pushes against the table while she curls her elbows around the surface, managing to show off her waistline.

"Okay, I won't text you until your shift is over. I'll even stop eyeing you constantly." I plead, waiting for her agreement so I can resume my responsibilities.

"All right, I'll stop texting you, but I want an answer first." I'm directed to look at her and confirm. "Why shouldn't I keep glaring at you? Are you hard because of it, diligent worker?"

"Stop!" I avoid the response multiple times until I eventually concede. "Yes, I am hard. Now stop."

The slyness in her smile is disturbing. She seems unlikely to comply. However, contrary to expectation, she ceases. "I just want you to bring me a cupcake, and then I'll cease bothering you."

"You promise?" He appears uncertain while gazing at me. "Okay, yes. I'll deliver the cupcake."

Female's perspective:

As he strides toward me, I notice the enlarged bulge. He's struggling to walk normally. "Here. From now on, no texting until your shift ends."

"Is that a threat? From where I'm sitting, you can't possibly threaten me." His eyes pan in case anyone is nearby. My man is having a hard time suppressing his erection. "Your cock is trying to burst from your pants."

"I'm leaving. I'll go now." Even his voice is shaky. "Aim for success. Lake hard." He narrows his gaze at me. "Okay, very hard," he shrugs, still unmoved by my antics.

Finally, he returns to grind the coffee beans while leaning against the wall. His difficult efforts to maintain his composure are evident.

However, his concentration will not last.

Bit by bit, I notice him staring at me. His eyes flutter at me as I lick my fingers spotless. Bolting on, he catches me savoring the sweetness of the cake.

Purposely, I let frosting fall onto my cleavage, having him observe as I clean it off with my fingers. And sure enough, I secured a text.

"It's unfair." His eyes demonstrate how much this is true. "Why are you not responding?" Yet another text surfaces.

I just glance at it and return to observing him. I anticipated not texting him. Furthermore, I stated I wouldn't do anything until he begged me to. Consequently, I'll adhere to my terms.

"What's wrong? Why are you not replying?" He persists, as I proceed to finish off my remaining cupcake, putting my phone on the side table.

Before long, the cafe owner had to leave due to an emergency. Now he has to shut down the cafe.

I can perceive him struggling, as he can't touch me while there are still one or two customers in the room. Oh dear!

Female's P.O.V

I'm holding back a volcanic eruption inside me, peering at her. Why isn't she replying? And why do clients hang around? There never are customers at this hour.

I'm frustrated mentally, studying her teasing behavior. I can't keep distance from her lips, her frame, and the method in which she licks her fingers.

I allow her to remain in my sight for another ten minutes, witnessing the last of the patrons.

"Why didn't you reply to me?" I immediately stand before her composed face, inquiring eagerness the query constantly on my mind.

The icy quietness intimidates me more. The nighttime dark has eradicated any boundaries. I query again while she stirs the remainder of the coffee in her mug, turning her gaze up to mine.

"Did you make me vow to not respond?" She rises, delicately resting her hand on my cheek. Her gaze remains relentless. "And didn't I also say I'll only do something if you ask me?" She leans closer to my face, cupping with her additional hand.

"Do you want me to do something?" It seems I've been apprehended carrying out something wrong. I remain still, calm. "I guess you don't want me to do anything."

Abruptly her hands begin to slide away from my face when I keep them immobile. My respirations become hastier than my heart rate. My desire swallows me.

"Do something!" Her face stays calm, while mine can't resist the heat.

"Tell me. What do you want me to do?" She moves closer to my ear, softly grazing her lips.

"I'm so turned on. Please!" I pretty much plead under my breath, anticipating her to touch me. Instead, she holds my face affectionately, staring directly into my eyes as she pushes me onto the table. "What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me. Please! I - desire you to fuck me." She softly nibbles on my earlobe, mumbling. "What do you want me to do?" She's purposely setting me off! She's prompting me to say it.

"Carry out something." Her face is still calm, yet mine can't help but ignite.

"Kiss me! Please!" I practically plead with my whispery intonation, anticipating her to kiss me. Instead, she holds my face tenderly, gazing directly into my eyes as she pushes me onto the table. "What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me. Please! I - wish you to fuck me." She jumps in with a kiss, going from gentle to forceful. Her passion injects into me, turning into my mouth in the form of her tongue as I grab onto her waist.

I reciprocate with my lips, plunging deeper. I sense the heat of her body. Her heart beats close to mine. Her desperate tongue retreats from my mouth, craving more. "Again!" Her avaricious eyes anticipate my response as I deliver. "Mommy!"

I can't help but cede to her. The aggressiveness and desire she generates in me are scarce and intoxicating. "Have your way with me, please! Have your way with me any manner you want. Please, mommy!" I thirst for it even more and more.

END OF PART ONE.

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