I turned into the parking lot and got out of my car. There was this new coffee shop that opened up in town called "Crème au Café". Its not very regular of me to get coffee from other places but I was willing to try it out since my one friend suggested it to me, all be it eagerly. I walked in and, to my surprise, there were very few people there. I expected it to be a little more packed than this, but I guess I shouldn't be that amazed: this is a benefit of my sleep schedule.
Two people are in front of me as I wait in line. The interior design of the place reminded me of the time I went to Paris and drank at a coffee shop there; the coffee there was fairly strong. Looking above me, I see the menu. It was a chalkboard that someone had wrote very neat cursive on depicting the items they had. I continued to stare at the sign as I moved up in the line.
"Hello," I hear a voice greet me. I look down and was shocked by what I saw. It was a beautiful brunette with big, bouncy, round tits. They looked like they take up all the room in my hands. "Welcome to Crème au Café. What can I get you?" She asks sweetly. I stare before shaking my head to snap myself out of it.
"Hey, c-can I get a iced white coffee?" I reply.
"Alright, what kind of milk would you like?" She asks.
I open my mouth to speak as my eyes drift down to her chest. "Can I have...breast milk--- ugh!" I say without thinking.
"What?" She says, confused.
"I mean breast milk, I mean breast milk, I mean breast milk, I mean breast milk, I mean..." I say frantically. She giggles at me and I put my head in my hands. "Uhhh, I'm so sorry," I apologize.
"It's quite alright." She reassures. "You know, there is a special milk that we make in house. Would you like to try it?" She asks, shyly.
"Yes, thank you very much. I'll take it," I say hastefully.
"Alright, your coffee will be out shortly," She says, walking away smiling. I sit down at a table and bang my head against it. I felt stupid: I couldn't have contained myself for a few minutes. But I see now why my friend told me to come here. A few minutes go by and she comes back with a slightly red and sweaty face, a ruffled shirt, and a coffee cup in her hands. "H-here you go, s-sir," She says.
"Thank you," I say, taking a sip. It tasted amazing; the milk was very creamy and smooth. The coffee itself wasn't too bitter as I thought it would be and---paired with the milk---it was overall sweet. "Wow, this is good," I admit, taking another sip.
"R-Really?" She asks.
"Yeah!" I respond. "Oh, and sorry about earlier,"
"Its ok, I get that kind of response a lot from guys that come here." She says.
"Hey, what's your name?" I ask.
"Samantha. But my friends call me Sam." Sam replies.