The sound of the coffeemaker steadily grinding beans cut through the noise of chatter in the small cafe. Each morning, Marita took the short walk across the street to the coffee shop for her daily fix of caffeine. The bitter earthy 'nectar of the gods' that the cafe provided was only a small part of why she diligently visited the cafe. No, her reason for coming was simple. The barista that worked there was the most gorgeous woman she had ever laid eyes on.
Marita would never describe herself as a lesbian, but she had certainly had her fair share of experiences. Still, the sight of the buxom barista that took her order every morning always left her feeling flustered and red in the face. At first she had assumed her reaction was out of admiration for the beautiful young lady. Then she began to have very...vivid dreams.
The dreams were innocent at first; a small peck here or there, and the occasional teasing caress. Until one night she woke up, her body covered in a light layer of sweat as she lay panting. The dream had been so lifelike! She pictured the barista's full breasts heaving as she feasted on the delectable pussy that she knew for certain was hidden beneath her dark jeans. After that night, she became obsessed with the busty brunette that worked at the coffee shop. Subtly, she began to gather information and study the movements of the barista whose name tag read Amy.
Today she had come in on a mission. Marita was nervous, but had made the decision to finally make her move. She didn't know whether or not Amy was even interested in women, but she could no longer ignore her desires. As she grew closer to the counter, her mouth filled with saliva that seemed impossible to swallow.
"Hi, again! Your usual cup?" Amy asked. Her tits jostled as she moved to take up a medium cup.
"Um, yes, that should be fine," Marita replied quietly. Her eyes were glued to the barista's generous cleavage.
"Is that everything for you, today?" The barista looked at Marita with a knowing eye.
"Listen, I don't know if this is a bit forward but, uh...could I...would you maybe..." Marita kept stumbling, her mouth not forming the words she had rehearsed on the walk over.
"I think what you're looking for might not be on the menu," Amy said with a small smirk. She leaned forward slightly, jutting her breasts forward in a scandalous offering.
"I-I just..."
"I think I know exactly what you want. Meet me in the washroom in fifteen." Amy quickly scribbled Marita's name on the cup, before turning her attention to the next person in line.
Marita nervously fumbled for the five-dollar bill that would cover the cost of the coffee, before sliding it on to the counter and moving to the side. She hoped she had not misread the barista's assertion. Here? In the coffee shop? Marita caught Amy's eye. The barista winked slyly, before continuing to chat up the customer in front of her. Regardless, she would not pass up the opportunity that was before her.
Marita sat in the corner closest to the bathroom and sipped at her coffee. She could barely taste it. Quite frankly, she was being careful not to have too much. There was nothing worse than stale coffee breath. Her nerves were beginning to leave a prickly sensation down her back and shoulders. Maybe the barista was bluffing. She couldn't possibly have been serious.
As Marita tried to rationalize the proposition, she saw Amy remove her apron and place it under the counter. With the apron removed, Marita had an unobstructed view of the barista's figure. Her breasts, that hung high and proud, led to a tapered waist and full hips that hugged the fabric of her plain t-shirt and jeans.
Amy quickly scanned the cafe, before fixing her gaze on Marita, who sat near the back of the cafe. Amy confidently walked in the direction of the washroom, tits and ponytail bouncing in tandem.
Marita could not believe it; the barista had been entirely serious. Now it was up to her to follow through. As the brunette disappeared down the narrow walkway that led to the single-occupancy bathroom, Marita decided to wait a beat before following behind. The few seconds she waited felt like an eternity.
Her throat tightened with anxiety as she made her way past the storage room to the closed bathroom door. She stood before the locked door and knocked hesitantly, rapping her knuckles twice on the wood. The door opened quickly, and Marita was pulled inside.
She was surprised by the strength Amy displayed, but all thoughts were pushed aside the moment she laid eyes on the beautiful woman.
Amy had removed her shirt before Marita came inside. She stood there in a lacy black bra that could barely manage the fleshy globes.
"So you finally decided to make a move." Any whispered playfully.
She backed Marita up to the sink, advancing on her like a lion stalking its prey. Marita could barely hear what Amy was saying, her eyes glued to the exposed tit-flesh in front of her.
"Poor thing. I'm sure you're dying to put these in your mouth. You want to slobber all over these big titties, don't you?" Amy teased.
