She visits the same coffee shop every day, this woman, still young, fresh out of college, getting her career on track. She dresses conservatively as her parents preferred, she hides her true form under business casual, nobody knows how busty she really is, how her body is built for the most lecherous of men. Her parents ingrained in her to play last- an afterthought in her scholarly path. All work and no play has made her a dull girl- a lustful girl, school work and grades come first, she missed many parties and chances to let loose, taking her own virginity with Brutus, her nice sized dildo, practically every night, while her dorm-mate had the time of her life, getting dicked down at her leisure. Such ingrained parental programming left her horny... desiring, even away from home- only outlet being a night in with Brutus, reading smut on Literotica, Archive Of Our Own, where she can find it, or various porn based sites.
Declined too many parties and offers from her dorm-mate for real fun. She's out and on her way, why can't she let loose- they have no grasp on her, anymore- her parents, they wouldn't even have knew back then, and it wouldn't have hurt if she "took a break" even then, her learning wouldn't have suffered. Why can't she just do it? Clearly under that pencil skirt, button down shirt, and suit jacket, there's something guys dream of; big tits, a fat ass, nice thighs, and nearly toned stomach. A relationship would be nice, but fresh in a job; extra responsibilities is not something she wants, she just needs, desires to be laid well, worry about such a serious commitment later, before she's too old. Just once, she wish she could give herself to a real man... or a few times, or a few of them. Them she'll hit the dating scene, where the things around a guys dick actually matters, but now; she needs to let loose, needs a good pounding.
She spots what would be her first victim; some generically handsome employee; what's his story, who cares, he must like getting laid, so what if he's some marginally paid barista, she's not looking for a real date with him, that might hurt him on the bills, or something, since he might stay with four or five friends making a two bedroom apartment work. His lustful, sexually insatiable plaything is all she wants to be; that carnal relaxation she, and clearly he needs as much as she does, with the stress of being a public service employee. He was probably pretty fit under that uniform... and packing. She could only imagine, as her mine ventured to ideals, most lecherous, until a wake up call; on her second cup, as per her ritual of pre-morning work, to help her day move, she had to use the bathroom. Her imagination was ready to beat her there, with him in tow, she walked up with her receipt, ready to put in the code... but it didn't work.
"Excuse me," she asked her dream hunk, "there seems to be a problem with getting in the bathroom."
"Oh yeah... its kinda been on the fritz, a person is supposed to be coming to replace the unit."
"Well is it still accessible, I really need to use it."
"Uhh... sure, it's been touchy, but you can get in."
"Can you show me how to make it work, I need to finish up my work."
"Ya just gotta play with it," he pointed to the buttons.
"Can you do it for me, you seem to have it down packed," she gave him a friendly smile.
"Yeah.. like this," he forcibly punched in the employee code, and opened the door.
"Thank you so much."
"Anything else I can help you with?"
"Well... since your asking; I need a refill, as they say, third times the charm... and if you could make sure nobody steals my stuff; that'd be nice."
With a smirk on his face, he asked; "okay... do you need me to help you in the bathroom, too, or whatever?"
"I think I can handle the bathroom just fine, thank you."
"Are you sure? You seem like the time that thinks we're here for your beck and call, just 'cause you bought some of our overpriced fair trade coffee- I'm not here to pull your pants down, and wide, ya know."
"I'm not that entitled, I can handle those things, but... since you offered; I can be a little... shy... in public bathrooms. Maybe you could help loosen me up? It gets so tight down there, I need something to... relax my... parts."
"Relax your parts," he gave her a look.
"Yeah. Think you could do that? I mean... you did offer help, despite not being part of your job. I don't wanna hold up customers and take up the bathroom. I get so tense, it could be several minutes before I can get a few drops- people might think I'm not doing what I'm supposed to, them I'll be so embarrassed on top of it all, and then I really won't be able to go, it'll just make it tighter, and hurt more, then I won't be able to concentrate at work."
"Uh-huh..."
"I'm serious. I'll even tip you well enough."
"A tip, huh? Just to loosen you up?"
"Yeah. I usually try to go before I leave home, but two cups of coffee run right through me, todays one of those days work is super stressful, and I just get... all tense."
"Tense" he questioned, "it makes you tight?"
"Really tight. Tighter than usual."
"And you need to be loosened up... for work?"
"That's right."
"How am I supposed to do that- get you nice and loose, so you can pee?"
"And ease my work day."
"...yeah... and that."
"I know you can think of something," she looked at his crotch, "you make good coffee, and broke the secret to this janky lock... you can figure it out."
"And you're too tight to pee?"
"It makes me so tight down there... tense... my job could be on the line if I can't focus, then I wouldn't be able to come here every morning... and I can't make my own coffee."
"You are a great customer... everyday you come here."
