I was slightly ashamed that I spent as much time as I had at the local coffee joint, but I loved all things caffeine related, and the more work I had to accomplish the more coffee you’d see me guzzling. I had taken a liking to Phil, the handsome Barista that was also attending the local college. He was polite, worked out, had the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen and knew exactly how I liked my coffee.

One Thursday evening I was working particularly late when I noticed the entire shop had completely emptied out. After a few moments, I realized Phil hadn’t seen me in the back corner and had already started locking up and shutting down. I walked up to the counter, my heels making soft noises on the tile floor.

“Hey Phil, I think you’re going to need to let me out. I didn’t realize that you were locking up already.” He turned and looked me up and down. My red dress hugged my curves and had a cowl neck that draped to the top of my cleavage. I worked hard at my law office and enjoyed showing it off with the nice clothing I liked to buy.

“No, I knew you were still here.” He said softly as he walked over to me. “I just wanted to be alone with you for a few moments before I left.” He walked toward me and said, “It’s just that I wanted to tell you that I…” and instead of finishing he pushed me against the wall, my ass smacking sharply against it, and he planted a fierce, wet kiss on my lips. I kissed his full lips back and found myself surprised he didn’t taste like coffee. I reached around and gripped his firm ass that I had been staring at for the last two weeks and groaned.

I shoved back and we fell into one of the booths with me on top of Phil, kissing him as hard as he was kissing me. Our lips and tongues explored each other, and our hands started unbuttoning and diving under clothes to tantalize flesh. Phil had his hand up my skirt pealing my black silk panties off. I straddled him while untying is apron. I couldn’t get enough of touching, caressing and stroking this man I’d fantasized about. He may not have tasted like coffee, but the café smelled like chocolates and coffee beans.

He rose, pulling the rest of his clothes off and then sat in the large, overstuffed leather chair near the café fireplace, pulling me along with him. I thought he’d pull me down onto his lap, however he leaned forward and started teasing my pussy with his tongue. He dipped it gently between my lips and then spread my folds to dip his fingers into my moisture. He worked them in and out until I was moving with his mouth; my hand working his rod up and down. I loved feeling how stretched and smooth his skin was.

A moan slipped past my lips, and I thought my knees might buckle with pleasure as an orgasm moved over me, spreading warmth everywhere. Phil pulled me down onto his shaft hard and fast, bringing a shutter of pleasure out of me. He ground us together, moving and whispering how bad he wanted me. “Ever since the first day you strutted in here with that short skirt and high heels.”

His hands felt along my ass as he moved us together faster and harder. I felt a finger enter me and I moaned; I was close to coming again. Phil started nipping first one nipple, and then he sucked the other into his mouth. Teasing and biting until I was rocking hard against him panting, “I’m gonna cum…” repeatedly until I quivered and screamed pushing against him dripping with moisture. I was finished, but then he picked me up to bend me over the table in front of him. He drove hard into my cunt while fingering my butt, and I bit down on my lip so hard it started to bleed.

He started smacking my ass lightly at first, and then as he panted faster there were harder and faster slaps. With one swift move he pulled me against him, his thighs shaking behind me, he came deep inside me. I could feel the heat spreading against the walls of my pussy, and the sensation brought me to pleasure all over again. For a moment the two of us could do nothing but quiver against each other, slightly afraid to move.

We collected ourselves and sat in front of the fire for a while, sipping cocoa and talking about how long and how often we’d fantasized about each other. We exchanged contacts and agreed to meet for coffee as often as the urge hit us.