When Evangeline woke that morning, she felt a deep throbbing ache between her thighs. The sensation simultaneously made her whimper and wince. It was painful, yet somehow pleasant. The kind of ache she'd experienced in the past after a long hard fuck. She laughed to herself. Well, she hadn't experienced that for a long time, so it couldn't be that. She slipped out of bed and made her way to the bathroom, hoping that a long, hot shower might help to ease her aching body a bit.
Once under the hot spray of water, her body relaxed, and the ache lessened, yet she could still feel it deep inside her. For a moment, she considered slipping fingers inside her wet core, wondering if an orgasm might help to bring her some relief, but decided against it when she remembered how impossible it had been to bring herself to orgasm the day before. Only the redheaded stranger had been able to sate her needs.
With the memory of her encounter in the alley the day before, Evangeline felt happier. Perhaps the mysterious woman would come to visit the cafe again today. As she thought of the beautiful stranger, she felt a now familiar flutter at her core. It seemed almost constant these days, with her body in a continuously aroused state.
After her shower, Evangeline dried off and dressed quickly, getting ready for her shift at the cafe. The walk to work seemed to happen all too fast, and she couldn't help looking around to see if she might catch a glimpse of the stranger from the day before. At one point, she spotted a flash of red hair in a crowd a few feet in front of her. Her heart started pounding, and she suddenly felt breathless. But when the crowd cleared a little, she saw it was a man and not her redheaded beauty at all. That realisation left her feeling bereft in a way that she was scared to think about too deeply.
Luckily, she had reached the cafe, and she hoped it would be busy enough to keep her distracted from thoughts of redheaded goddesses. Like clockwork, a crowd arrived for the breakfast rush, keeping Evangeline busy with taking orders, serving food, making drinks, and cleaning tables. Her morning became a whirlwind of activity, for which she was grateful. Yet even with the constant demands from customers, she still couldn't fight the urge to look towards the door each time it opened, hoping to see the redhead who seemed to have such a hold over her.
By 10.30, the breakfast rush had slowed and Evangeline was sent for her break. She took off her apron and left it on the front counter before making her way to the bathroom. She closed and locked the door of the single cubicle before looking at herself in the mirror over the sink. Her face was flushed; perhaps from rushing around all morning, or perhaps from being on constant high alert in her attempts to look out for a certain someone. This was ridiculous. One sleazy encounter with a stranger in an alley and she was acting like some kind of crazed stalker.
Determined to clear her mind, Evangeline turned and leaned back to rest her bottom against the sink. Closing her eyes, she took several deep breaths to steady herself. Just as her pounding heart was slowing to something that felt a little more normal, there was a pounding on the bathroom door that startled her and made it race once more. Even though she knew it was probably a customer, she couldn't hold back the frustration she felt at being disturbed just when she was beginning to settle her nerves a little.
"I'll be out in a minute! Just be patient!"
"No problem, Angel," a familiar voice called through to her. "I'll just wait out here until you're finished."
Evangeline stared at the bathroom door for a moment in shock, as she recognised both the voice and the nickname that had been used. It was the woman she'd been hoping to see all day. When she came to her senses, she rushed to the door and opened it to see the mysterious redhead from the day before standing there. She paused, unsure of what to do or how to react now that she was finally face to face with this woman. Luckily, the redhead didn't seem to have the same problem.
The stranger placed her hands on Evangeline's shoulders and pushed her back into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Within seconds, the other woman had Evangeline backed up against the wall, their mouths so close that she could feel the redhead's warm breath caressing her lips with each breath.
"Did you miss me, little Angel?"
The other woman's voice was so soft and soothing, yet it created such an intense ache at her core, as if she had the power to seduce anyone she wanted with that melodious voice alone. It wouldn't surprise Evangeline if she could do exactly that.
"Well? Did you?" she prompted when Evangeline didn't answer the first time.
