I met Cathy at the local espresso stand where she works as one of their sexy baristas. Since I started to go there, we seem to hit it off well. I'd always walk in and she'd get on my usual. Usually, I'd go there for the coffee, but also to see her. She was around nineteen, about five foot seven. She had shoulder length brown hair that was always down. She always wore the tight shirt that really stuck her chest out and did little to hide the tattoo right above her bum, especially when she had to bend over to grab something.
I'd be dishonest if I didn't admit that I had a thing for her. I'm a happily married man of fifteen years, but this little thing always had me going to bed with a grin, especially when the wife was in one of her moods. I could fantasize about how many things I would do with her before falling asleep at night. Oh for the chance to spray my spunk all over her wonderful face and tits. I would have done almost anything. It turned out I wouldn't have to wait.
One day, she admitted to me that she was going to school and she was moving away. I was crushed until she asked if we could have dinner before she left. Figuring a good alibi for the wife, I agreed and we decided to meet that night. We exchanged numbers, wisely I gave her my cell just to keep things hidden, and I left with more anticipation in my head. Right after lunch, she called me and told me to meet her at her place since her roommate would be away. We agreed to meet at six. I then called the wife and told her that I would be working late because of the project I was working on. She wouldn't have minded anyway since she was on the rag. I dreaded the wait.
