Creamy Cove

As the waters grew calm over the ocean's surface, Dion began making his way toward shore. Being on the water since the afternoon had exhausted him, and he was ready for a pick-me-up. Once on shore, he began making his way down the beach, toward the coffee shop he passed by earlier that day. "Creamy Cove," he read out loud upon seeing its sign. He couldn't help but chuckle at the name.

Dion walked up the steps, straining with every step. He cursed the pain in his legs beneath his breath, then stepped inside. Immediately, the barista at the counter stole his breath away.

She had long, beautiful hair that flowed like water. Her skin looked enticingly smooth, lightly tanned, and she wore nothing but a green apron. Dion couldn't look away from the sight, and he could almost feel himself drool. Her apron clung tightly to her chest, the outline of her bosom visible from a distance. The small apron failed to contain her breasts well, and he could see portions of the sides of her breast pressing out, almost begging to be free. He could even see the faint bulge of a nipple squared on the center of each breast, and her areolas were large enough to peek from the side of the apron.

The barista giggled at Dion's reaction, and she covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. In doing so, she pressed her right breast upward with her arm, causing the very edge of her dark-tinted nipple to peek from the apron. She gave Danial a bright smile. "How may I help you?"

Dion blinked. "Am I on TV right now? Am I about to get Punked?" He looked around, searching for a camera. As he did so, he made his way up to the barista.

"I'm sorry?" she asked, raising a brow.

Dion looked at her, then laughed as his cheeks turned faintly red. "Sorry, I've just... never seen such a nice-looking uniform before." Up close, he became certain he could see her nipples through the apron. It also wasn't clean, and he noticed several fresh stains on her chest.

She giggled at him. "Thank you. We were hoping to attract some more customers, but I'm afraid you're all we've had today!"

Dion thought to himself for a moment. Not a single customer all day? Something about that didn't seem right, but the beach was emptier than usual for the day. Perhaps the storm last night had scared people away from swimming. "Has it been just you working?"

The barista nodded. "Something like that," she said. "I was just about to close, actually!" She giggled again. "One customer isn't gonna pay the bills..." She turned and moved toward a cabinet and removed a cup from its shelf.

Now that she had finally moved, Dion could get a glimpse of how long the apron covered her. It didn't go past her knees, but it also didn't have a back to it. She had exposed her smooth back, soft, plushy thighs, and her round, bubbly ass. The sight took Dion back, and he began wondering if this woman knew what she was doing to him.

She turned back, then began preparing a cup of coffee. "... So, this one's on the house." Once she finished making the beverage, she handed Dion the drink. He looked at it, smelled it, and determined it was a fresh cappuccino. He smiled at her.

"Wow, thanks! But I have plenty to pay you. Are you sure you want to just give this to me? I can pay for it."

The barista rubbed her cheek softly, then took one of her brown locks and began twirling it with a finger. "No no, it's fine." With a gentle smirk, she leaned in closer. "Would you like some breastmilk with that?"

Dion struggled not to spit out his cappuccino at the unexpected request, and his eyes immediately darted toward her chest. The stains were getting bigger, but slowly, and they weren't on the outside of the apron. They were coming from the inside. His hand shook as he gripped the cup, and he nervously brought it closer to the barista. Without taking her eyes off of him, she removed a breast from her apron, pointed her thick nipple over the cup, and gently massaged her tit until milk began spraying into his coffee. Dion gulped.

After taking a drink, the taste was breathtaking. Her milk had to have been sweet. She had added nothing else other than the liquid, but it tasted far different from your average cup of black coffee. He wanted more, but before he could order another cup, the barista spoke up. "Still thirsty, baby? You can have it straight from the teat." Her smile was now filled with lust, and a primal hunger twinkled in her eyes.

Dion felt his pants strain from the power of his erection, and his cock twitching against his crotch almost pained him from the pressure. He couldn't say no, and he followed obediently as the barista opened the counter door for him. She then placed a plastic sign on the countertop: Lunch-break, it read. She then led him behind a soft curtain. The room inside looked like a break room, and it even had a soft couch.

After reaching the couch, the barista sat down, then grabbed Dion's writ and dragged him into her lap. Her soft, cushy thighs felt like soft pillows, and she had his head cradled gently in her left arm. Before Dion could even say anything, the barista took out her left tit and pushed his face against it.

Dion didn't hesitate, and he latched onto her large nipple immediately. He sucked at her breast hungrily, and he gulped down her nourishing milk happily. It did taste sweet, and the gentle moans he could hear only made his erection worse. That was until he felt an extra pressure against his loins.

She stroked the bulge of his cock with her hand, stopping only to lightly squeeze his balls. "Oh, you're such a hungry boy, aren't you?" she asked him with the kindest voice he had ever heard. She undid his pants, then leaned back to release a pleasured sigh. "You're doing such a good job, my hungry boy..."

Soon, she pulled down his pants, and with his cock free from its constraints, she wrapped her dainty fingers around its flesh and began pumping her arm.

Dion moaned loudly against her supple breast, gently rocking his hips against the rhythm of her hand. He felt his pre-cum collect in her palm, which made her hand glide effortlessly across his sensitive skin. When his fluids weren't enough, however, she opted to use her own. She removed her right breast from her apron, massaged it roughly with her right hand, and collected a few drops of milk. She then rubbed it against his cock, causing it to twitch and spasm.

After a few moments of milking each other, the barista released his cock and replaced it with her right breast. Leaning down, she took her nipple between her lips and sucked gently at the skin. She squirmed ever so slightly, but soon enough took her mouth away, keeping it shut. Afterward, she took her left tit away from Dion, and she pressed her lips against his.

The sensation of her lips blew Dion away, and she shared the milk inside her mouth with him. He drank it happily, and their slow kissing grew quickly to a passionate fervor. They held each other's faces tightly, and they hungrily kissed each other for more. She felt so pliable in his arms, and he felt her breasts leaking atop his shirt.

When they finally pulled away from what felt like minutes of their tongues dancing together, the barista turned toward Dion, leaned against her back, and opened her legs to him. "Mate with me," she cooed. Her pussy was slobbering wet, and she was already staining the couch with her nectar. "Please. I'm burning to feel you inside me. Please, just mate with me!"

Dion's dick was already inches away from her vagina the moment she started pleading, and the sweet smell of her honey was making him feel faint. He plunged his throbbing dickhead between her moist lips and glided into her tunnel with no regrets. Her pussy clenched tightly at the intrusion, and she barked out a moan. Her legs moved to rest against his shoulders, and she braced her arms against the couch as she began gyrating her hips against his cock.

"Yes my mate, yes!" she cried, her voice quivering from the way Dion began quickening his pace. His thick cock rammed its head against her g-spot with every thrust, and his balls slapped her anus with every movement. In the heat of the moment, Dion slapped his hand flat across the barista's ass, and after a second slapped, she yelped out another pleasured bark.

Dion, opting to ignore the woman's peculiar kink, kneeled and wrapped his lips tightly around the barista's nipple, sucking harshly as he began drinking from her tit. Her legs buckled, and he felt her pussy's walls throb and clench around him. Even he began moaning roughly against her breast. "I-I'm close," he said, his voice muffled against her skin.

In response, the barista wrapped her legs and arms around him and held him tightly against her. She furiously ground her pussy against his rigid cock, and her movements were so rapid, her milk began dripping and spraying everywhere. "Oh cum in me, cum in me my mate!"

Dion slammed his cock into her again and again, unable to pull out. Quickly, his pace faltered, and his movements became uneven. His cock twitched and pumped inside of her, spilling his seed into her like a deer rutting a female. The two of them moaned loudly as they became lost in their orgasm, and Dion collapsed atop the barista's breasts, still leaking their warm milk.

After a time of laying there, the barista gently tugged on Dion's curly hair. "Are you okay?" she asked with a giggle.

Dion shared a chuckle, and he slowly climbed to his feet. "So... are you doing anything after work?" he asked, moving away from her to give her space. He couldn't stop staring at her body, and he felt his penis twitch again.

She giggled, gesturing to where she had thrown his pants. "Are you about to give me an invitation to something?"

"Just a trip to my house. You know, get some more privacy." He slowly wandered to where his jeans lay, and while putting them on, he noticed something lying against a bookshelf. Someone wadded it up and just threw it there, it seemed, and it looked like a strange sort of coat. He wandered over and picked it up, examining it. "Hey, what's this?" he asked.

The barista, adjusting her breasts to conceal them in her milk-stained apron, stood up and looked toward Dion. She immediately blushed. "It's, my... lucky seal skin!" she said, stammering. "Don't worry about it, let's head over to your house, my ma-" she paused, "-man." Her face burned a bright red hue. "I'll close up shop!" she said, then quickly moved behind the curtain.

Dion smiled, excited about the night ahead. He looked down at the sealskin in his hands. Morbid, he thought to himself, but hey, if it's important to her. Eager to impress, he quickly made his way to the Creamy Cove's exit with the sealskin in his hand. She wouldn't want to forget this here. I'll tell her I grabbed it for her!

After he tucked the sealskin away in his backseat, hiding it beneath a blanket, the barista approached and tapped him on his shoulder, still only clad in her dirty apron. "I'm ready!"

Dion jumped slightly, but greeted her with a smile. After opening the passenger door for her, he couldn't help but give her naked ass a light slap. "My house isn't too far," he said. After getting into the driver's seat, he took one more look to admire the barista's side boob, and he started down the road.

"I'm Hali," she said.

"Dion," he replied.

-End of Part 1-

Commissioned by Anon a few years ago. First time posting to LitErotica, so I'm learning the format. I hope you enjoyed.