Date With A Bbw Barista Ch 04

After I surprised Jim in my apron and we banged on the couch, I was starved. This time though, I had fucked Jim, instead of him controlling the action. I didn't want to be teased this morning, I was revved up from wearing just the apron. Some guys might not have been into that, but not Jim. He had been open to it. I had fucked him hard and then he had gotten off while fucking my titties. He had said it was his best orgasm of his life, so I'd definitely be giving him more titjobs in the future. Assuming "future" was in the cards; so far so good though.

We had gotten dressed and we went to his car and he drove us to a small diner. Which he said had the best breakfast in town. Sitting in a booth across from each other, the server came over and took our order. I ordered pancakes, hash browns, bacon and OJ. Pancakes, scrambled eggs and coffee for him. I don't much drink coffee unless I'm at work. I get it free from there.

"So do you really like antique stores? I buy almost everything I decorate with or wear in secondhand stores. Most guys don't like shopping, let alone antiquing." I asked.

"I do, and I thought we established that I'm not 'most guys'. I love to look through other people's old junk. Flea markets, antique stores, thrift stores, garage sales, estate sales, I like them all. I've found some truly great comics for basically nothing before. I digitized all of my comics except for some of my very favorite ones because space was becoming an issue. I still wanted to be able to read everything, but I liquidated the collection a few years ago. But I still like to go look for them. Now I mostly just buy to resell them for extra money. Last year, I found a Hulk 181 in a dollar box in an antique store." He said.

I'm familiar with superheroes and the stories, but I'm not expert enough to know every issue. Most of my love for superheroes comes from movies, cartoons, and video games. So I asked him what that comic was.

He explained, "that's the first appearance of Wolverine. I flipped that issue for $1000."

"You sold a comic you bought for a buck for a thousand!?" I exclaimed.

He smiled and nodded saying "that's super rare obviously, but I find $50-100 issues fairly often. It's a fun and easy way to supplement my income. And it's a steadier market than stocks."

"Damn, well yeah. Show me how to find some $1000 comics! I could use that so bad right now. My car has been in the shop for a month. Not that I mind riding the bus, but it's always more convenient to have your own vehicle. I owe $600 to get the repairs finished." I told him.

"Okay, so we've got a goal now of $600. Maybe we can dig up a little treasure to resell and get your wheels back. Totally doable." He said.

I was skeptical about funding a car repair with comic books, but you never know. I'd happily learn about flipping comics and collectibles if it brought in some extra cash. Our orders arrived and we ate our breakfasts and continued to chat about secondhand stores. I told him how I liked them because I prefer decorations with a story more than what you can find at Target or whatever. And I like finding unique clothes at them. He said he'd be happy to take to me to all of his favorite spots, and to go to garage sales once they were in season again. I couldn't believe that I had found a guy that liked to go thrifting! Jim was getting better and better the longer we hung out. Sure, I had my bastard radar on full alert still, but I was becoming more optimistic. Which would be a great time for the universe to pull the rug out. The universe is a dick like that. "Oh you like this guy? Psych! He's got a terrible temper!" Cautious optimism seemed like the best course of action still.

Once we were finished with breakfast (he was right, it probably was the best in town) we went to an antique store that he said was where he had found the best items. It was called "One Man's Trash". We walked around the store looking and laughing at the junk. I found a cow paperweight that was horrendously ugly that I had to have. It was only two bucks and it genuinely awful. Horrible paint job, gross colors, one eye was way bigger than the other. Which made it a have-to-buy. Then we went and started looking through a booth that had some comic boxes in it. Each box said "$1 each or 10 for $8." He said this was where he consistently found the best books. The boxes were each facing the opposite direction. So people could look on each side of the table they were on without getting each others way.

He told me to look for issues of characters I'd recognize, like Captain America, Superman, Spidey etc. and if they had an original price of $0.75 or less, they might be a good one. I wasn't having much luck, the only ones I found that were less than $0.75 were Archie. He said there are a couple of decently priced Archie comics, just not many. I found a couple of Madballs comics that I wanted so my side wasn't a total waste of time. He on the other hand, had a small stack of about 6 or 7 books on his side. As I was getting toward the back end of the box I was looking through, I was having to lean over further to reach. I noticed he was staring at my cleavage and I shook my chest a little once I saw him looking.

He laughed and said "that just makes me want to look more." Which in turn made me laugh. I stuck my tongue out at him and we went back to looking through comics.

After we had gone through almost all of the boxes he said "okay, I think I've stacked up your car here. No super expensive books here, but there's probably enough in the $25-50 range to get it done."

"What? No way! Seriously!? You can get can $600 for that stack of comics right there?" I asked.

"Should be in that ballpark. I'll have to look them up to get a rough value of them, but I bet they'll be just about enough. If you want, I'll sell them for you and give you the money. There are some local guys that probably want a few of these. And I'm in some social media groups that might have some interested parties, and ebay is always good for selling them off too." He said.

I walked around the table, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him hard for a few seconds and thanked him. He put his arms around me and moved his hands down my back and booty. I rubbed my hand on his crotch and felt his dick start to stiffen. Lowering my voice, I said "as I thank you, I think you need at least a blowjob."

"Not that I'd ever turn that offer down, but I'd happily do this to help you out without expecting anything in return." He replied quietly.

"I know. Which is why you deserve a BJ." I said with a smile.

He grinned and said "lets head out. Unless you're not finished looking?" I shook my head and went toward the register.

We paid for my cow and our comics and went back to his car. I had to be at work in a little over half an hour, so we didn't have time to go to one of our places. So we drove for a minute to a place that'd be a little secluded. I rubbed his cock through his jeans while he drove. I took his hand and put it down my shirt to play with my boobs. The seatbelt was pressed between them, but that didn't stop him from getting a handful. He parked behind an office building that had an empty parking lot, and I told him to unzip his pants. I pulled his dick out from his boxers and started stroking it. He let out a soft sigh and moved his right arm away from my chest and to the headrest of my seat.

I leaned over and started licking the head of his dick. It made him squirm some. If I had had more time, I would've teased him more to give him a taste of his own medicine. But I needed to get him off fast and get dropped off at the shop. I took his head into my mouth and stroked him a little harder. Then I moved my mouth down his shaft and he let out a soft groan. I took him all the way into my mouth until I felt my lips on the base of his dick. I moved my tongue all around his cock while breathing through my nose. I raised up some and sucked in hard, caving in my cheeks. I felt him put his right hand on my big round butt and start to squeeze and rub it. I was getting turned on too, but my pleasure would just have to wait. This was a treat for him for helping me.

I've always liked to suck dick, and practice makes perfect. Every boyfriend I'd ever been with had gotten blown regularly. I started bobbing my head up and down on his cock. I kept my lips vacuumed onto his shaft the whole time I was doing this. He was moaning with more urgency and I knew he was close to cumming. I had already decided to swallow his cum down to avoid a mess. It wouldn't look great for me to go into work with a cummy uniform. Moving my mouth to his dickhead again, I stroked him hard and fast while sucking on just the head. He squeezed my fat ass harder and he told me that he was about to cum. I made an "uh huh" sound around his cock in my mouth to let him know that it was okay to shoot when he needed to.

He arched his hips up off the driver's seat a little, pushing more than just his head into my mouth and squeezed my butt so hard that it almost hurt. He groaned and his orgasm started. As always, he came hard and he came a lot. His first shot went right down the back of my throat which I swallowed. The next several I caught on my tongue and moved it to the inside of my cheeks. Still, he kept cumming. It seemed like he came for 5 minutes, but I'm sure it was only like 30 seconds. After he was done, he let go of my ass and tried to catch his breath. I took my mouth off of his dick, leaned back up and showed him all the cum in my mouth. Guys like that, so I always show them before I swallow. His load was thick like the other times I'd tasted it, but not in a gross way. Some guys' jizz tastes nasty. But Jim's, while not being good exactly, it wasn't bad either. He watched as I swallowed it all down with a smile. I leaned back over and sucked up any slobber or jizz left on his cock and he pulled his pants back up.

"What about you? Don't you want to get off?" He asked.

See why I was really starting to like this guy? He didn't want to leave me with a Tardis. I said to him, "I'd love to, but there's no time. My shift starts in about 15 minutes. Of course, I'm really ready to go, but you'll just have to repay the favor some time later."

"You got it pretty lady. In spades." He said.

He took me to work and told me that he'd try to sell the comics while he watched football that afternoon. Football and comic sales. That didn't jive in my head, but whatever. I warned him not to sell my Madballs comics and went in to start my shift feeling full. Between the breakfast and a massive load of cum, I'd probably skip the meal I'd usually eat on my break. He said he'd text me later and that he'd pick me up when my shift was over. I was already fantasizing about how he'd repay me "in spades" for blowing him.

***Thanks for reading. The first few chapters seem to be enjoyed, so I'll keep writing if people still like them. Not based on any real people, places or events.