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.
Marita nodded dumbly as her mouth watered with anticipation. She desperately wanted to make her dreams a reality by suckling on the large mammaries.
Amy quickly slipped her bra straps down her shoulders, pulling down the cups of her bra, exposing her breasts to Marita's hungry gaze.
Without wasting a second, Marita placed her full lips over Amy's puffy brown nipple. She couldn't believe it! She was finally sucking the tits of the woman she had lusted after all this time. She poured her attention into her breast-suckling, lightly nipping at the woman's 'Hershey-kiss' nipples. She slathered her warm wet tongue over them, slurping and sucking on them, popping both nipples into her mouth and alternating between them. She wanted to bury her face in them, and remain smothered by the soft, fleshy orbs.
"That's right, ah. Suck my titties! You're such a hungry little slut," Amy cooed at Marita.
The feeling of Marita's eager tongue massaging her nipples was giving her intense pleasure. The other woman was massaging and squeezing her tits, bringing them together and cupping them, before devouring her nipples one at a time in her hot mouth.
Sucking Amy's tits was making Marita's pussy slowly moisten and secrete a steady flow of pussy juice. Amy cradled her head to anchor it to her left tit, like a mother securing a child's suckling mouth. Marita began to rub her cunt along Amy's denim- clothed leg to relieve some of the pressure she was feeling.
"Your pussy is so hot! I can feel it through my jeans. Let me see your pussy," Amy said, before forcibly yanking Marita off her tit by her dark hair.
Marita released her nipple with a loud 'pop'. Her pink tongue desperately searched for the yummy nipple again. But Amy had other plans. Marita was not the only person who had been fantasizing about feasting on a wet cunt.
Amy had noticed the sexy brown-skinned woman from the first day she came into the cafe. She had wanted to bend her over and go tongue-diving in her hole, but had opted instead to remain professional. Still the lust lingered and became more apparent with each passing day. Now, finally, she was going to get to taste the other woman's pussy.
Amy spun Marita around and pressed her body against the sink. Marita couldn't contain her excitement. She could feel Amy's breasts against her back as the other woman caressed the flesh of her buttocks. Marita had a beautiful, wide ass that poked out in an alluring way. It was an ass that begged to be squeezed and smacked. Amy lifted the hem of Marita's modest purple dress over the top of her ass. It was an absolute thing of beauty.
"I bet this is exactly what you wanted, you little slut," Amy said with a groan, as she spread the cheeks of Marita's ass apart.
"Yes. Please! Do whatever you want to me," Marita pleaded, with her hands gripping the sink.
