15 comments/ 32892 views/ 6 favorites *$$$ (Starbucks) By: Krenna Smart (*) ($$) - Starbucks "I'll have the phonetically enhanced coffee I said to the starry eyed Server at Starbucks." "The what? was his reply?" "You know, I said. The Super Grande Mocha Cappuccino latte." "Decaff?" he asked. "Of course" I replied, not wanting to confuse him. "Do you want cappuccino or latte?" he asked. "Both," I said. "You can't have both. It's either Cappuccino or its latte." "Oh," I said, embarrassed by my lack of advanced coffee knowledge. "Why can't I have a latte cappuccino?" The guy stared at me like I was from another planet. "Okay, I said. "What's the difference between a latte and a cappuccino?" The frosty-haired women with the white miniature spaniel behind me in line cleared her throat. I looked at her. She looked at her watch, I got the picture. The line behind me was growing and the crowd was starting to look ugly. I realized these people were serious about their coffee How can anyone be serious about something called a mocha decaf white chocolate latte with whipped cream on top at 7:30 a.m. unless they're drunk out of their skull and haven't gotten home yet to sleep it off is my question. But these people all seemed to be geared up and ready to meet the world this fine, rainy LA morning. All they need is to have their pumps primed. With phonetically enhanced coffee. Decaff, of course. None of them seemed hug over from their single malt happy hour adventures the night before. Maybe their brains regenerate over night. They work all day in an atmosphere so stultifying they can only order one syllable drinks in the p.m. and make up for it in the a.m. by ordering the most complicated coffee concoction Starbucks can come up with. I finally settled for a grande Americano and went to sit in the corner and watch the scene unfold as I waited for my cuppa. This I think looking around is America at its best. A cup of coffee with a wireless computer connection so the left hand doesn't get bored or out of shape while the right hand holds the cell phone to the ear. They make the straws long enough so you can sip through them with out letting go of either connection. You can even bring your dog into Starbucks as long as it's no bigger than a bread basket, matches your outfit or your hair, looks like its owner, is wearing a shirt and reminds the owner to tip. I made that part up. The tipping that is. Everyone knows its proper etiquette to drop your change into the tip cup just loud enough to let everyone know you're not a dead beat. Have you noticed? White dogs are in this year. I wonder what the folks in Watts think about all those pretty little mega-dollar white puppies the yuppies carrying around. Black people in tiny apartments have huge black dogs and white people in big houses have small white dogs. Go figure. Maybe the white owners think they're carrying a weapon. Watch it. I'm carrying a loaded pup. I realize my mind is wondering in a politically incorrect path so I curb it. I shouldn't be so snide. I really do love Starbucks. They're the McDonalds of the coffee culture. I feel at home there. I recognize the logo and know the color scheme. I know the low-fat blueberry muffin I drink with my decaf won't stick to my butt like the Egg McMuffin I used to eat. And it tastes just as good. Really it does. I know the bathroom will be clean, even though it is bisexual. I know the servers are clean. I know they're smart 'cause they went to Starbuck academy. I know they're peppy from inhaling all the coffee fumes. I know I can sit for hours nursing a single cup of coffee while I job hunt. That is the best part. And I don't have to envy them their job. I don't think I could bear yelling "Mocha grande super cappuccino latte, decaf" all the time with a smile on my face It's a crying shame my parents aren't alive to see the gentrification of the coffee shop. They were the original coffee fanatics. My father beat Mr. Coffee to the punch by 25 years back in the fifties when he hooked the old percolator to an alarm clock which he set for 6:00 a.m. The smell of fresh brewed coffee jump started the entire family every morning until I left home at 17. My dad was too modest by far. Had he thought to patent that coffee timer he'd have died a multi-millionaire. We took fresh perked coffee awaiting us at sunrise as a fact of life not realizing what a potential gold mine my inventor father had come up with. The coffee went right along with the blasting a.m. news radio which joined our morning fray the second my dad walked into the kitchen. KYW news Philadelphia would stay on all bloody morning, every morning. Ackkk. But the coffee was superb. My parents drank it like water. They went through at least three pots a day. Morning, noon and dinner and decaff? Fugetaboutit. No way Jose. Ah how my mother would have loved Starbucks. Phonetically engineered coffee. What a treat. Too bad ya can't smoke inside anymore, she'd complain. "The world's going to hell in a handbasket. "How in the hell can I enjoy my coffee without a cigarette?" My mom would have looked at the board and growled how the hell do you get a straight cup of coffee here. I don't want a cappuccino latte grande. I just want a cuppa joe. My dad on the other hand would have been transfixed. He'd have had to try every one. Each would be better than the next. That was the difference between my parents. My mother was an angry smoker who needed the fix of the caffeine, tobacco and alcohol to get her through the day. My dad was chronically depressed and thus always pleasantly surprised when things went well or tasted good or what ever. Fresh, early morning coffee was a mystical experience for him so he created a way to have it. That was back in the days when the A&P ground its 8:00 coffee in the store and boy did it smell good. Those were the days. A simple ground, roast coffee. No Vanilla café latte mocha grande expresso cappuccino for me. Good God, I can't even say it with a straight face. Right around the time of the '70s gas crisis there was also a coffee crisis. I forget exactly what happened but the price of coffee started to sky rocket. My mom started hoarding 3 pound cans of A&P coffee. The refrigerator in the basement was stocked with it. As were the closets and the kitchen cabinets. She was a depression kid and knew the score. Best to be safe than sorry. So every time she went to the grocery store she came back with about 24 lbs of coffee. That went on for about a year. And me. I don't drink coffee. I'm a Pepsi Generation kid. People look at me funny when I order diet Pepsi at breakfast. Heck, we all have our vices. Caffeine is caffeine is caffeine. I cut my teeth on coffee. It puts me to sleep. Besides, I like the bubbles. Starbucks Paul was sweating. Whether it was from the southern summer heat or the anticipation of meeting Stephanie, he couldn't tell. Perhaps it was both. Paul knew it was both. He knew from the first picture he'd seen of Stephanie that he was in trouble. Paul knew his strengths and weaknesses all too well. Stephanie, as with any other beautiful woman, fell into the latter category. Paul had chosen a coffee shop thinking it would be good neutral territory. Keep it public, keep it light, and keep it fun. And, most importantly, try to keep it as platonic as possible. At that moment, Paul caught his first glimpse of Steph and those platonic thoughts went straight out the window. She was stunning. Her pictures hadn't done her justice. Her attire fit the warm summer day well, cut offs and a white T-shirt. Sexy and simple. Just perfect. His mind swam with thoughts of what he'd do to this woman given the right circumstances. Stephanie gazed across the patio, scanning to see if this man that had befriended her online was going to be as great in person as her own thoughts had made him out to be. Men never made her nervous but she found her stomach a flutter, full of butterflies, anxious for this first meeting. Their eyes met and they smiled at each other. Paul waited patiently in his patio chair for her approach. He didn't want to seem anxious by jumping up and running over to her like an excited schoolboy. He watched her move gracefully across the patio. Her breasts bounced lightly with each step as she approached and Paul noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. EGAD!!! How was he supposed to focus in the presence of this sexual goddess? Good thoughts, clean thoughts, platonic thoughts. Paul's brain was racing and before he knew it, she stood in front of him expectantly, catching him off guard not knowing what to say. Steph could tell he was nervous. She knew the power she had over most men and was determined not to exude it in Paul's presence. He stood (unsteadily) and raised his hand for a Hi-buddy-buddy handshake. Stephanie took one quick look at Paul's hand before stepping in and wrapping her arms around him. She leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Nice to meet you." Paul was in heaven. Her aroma intoxicated him. He felt her warm smooth skin against his, her lips against his cheek, heard her soft silky voice inches away from his overly sensitive ears. They pulled back and laughed simultaneously. Paul managed to hide his arms, which were now covered in goosebumps from his close encounter. Of one thing Paul was now sure. He was in very deep trouble. Stephanie exuded a confidence filled with sexual energy, something Paul found simply irresistible. As they headed inside to get their drinks, Paul offered his arm and Stephanie gratefully took it. Both were thinking of the evening ahead and all its many possible outcomes. They stood in line eyeing each other both with silly grins on their faces from the newness of the moment. Steph continued holding onto Paul. He took a chance and wrapped his arm around her waist giving Steph a quick squeeze. She leaned into him, wanting to feel his warmth. The AC was roaring inside and it didn't take long for her to show the temperature change in the most notable of ways. Paul had a difficult time not noticing Stephanie's breasts and their hardening nipples. He imagined what they would look like, imagined what they would feel like. Would they get as hard with his caress or would it take some nibbling and sucking to make them so erect? He tried to put those thoughts out of his mind with little luck. They both ordered similar drinks heavily laden with caffeine and sugar and headed back out to the corner of the patio. It didn't take long for Stephanie's breasts to recover once outside in the heat again. They sat next to each other enjoying their drinks, quiet at first. They talked about trivial things, the mendacity of work, and the crazy weather. Even now they could see the puffy clouds pass overhead, some more threatening than others. They already knew a great deal about each other through their emails and seemed now to be at a loss for what to say. It was a sweet but awkward moment. A cute woman exited the shop with the same affliction Steph had. - Does that happen to all of you? Paul asked with a nod toward the nipply woman. They laughed together which eased the tension. Paul took a chance, leaned over, and kissed Steph gently on the neck. Her breath caught but she didn't pull away. Paul risked a few more kisses and then gently bit her neck before pulling away. As he did he noticed goosebumps on her arms. His nibbling had had the desired effect. - I guess it's not just the cold that effects them, Paul said with a slight smile as he noted her reaction to his kiss. Steph looked down to see her aroused nipples poking up through her shirt. - They react to many different things, she countered. Paul took his first good look. Steph stuck out her chest to show off. She could see the immediate desire in his eyes and decided to go a step further. She adjusted her chair directly in front of Paul with her back towards the few other people outside. Paul gave her a quizzical look, which turned to shock as she carefully lifted her shirt for his personal viewing pleasure. Paul took a quick look around and then realized that no one else could see them. The evening was already dusky and they were hidden in the shadows of the patio. He brought his eyes back to gaze upon her perfect breasts. Her nipples were still hard from his kiss. He unconsciously raised his hands toward her but then pulled back trying to be a gentleman. She took his hands and placed them on her chest. - I want you to, Steph said. - I've been waiting for this moment for too long. I need the attention and you're going to give it to me. Paul took another quick look around then relaxed seeing that no one was able to see what he or she was doing. His hands moved simultaneously, one mimicking the other's caress as they moved across her breasts. She let out a low moan, bit her lip to hold back a louder noise. His touch felt divine and Steph couldn't resist any longer. She moved a bit closer, lifted his chin with her hand and planted a hard deep kiss on Paul. His arms wrapped around her against the warm skin of her back and pulled her even closer. They made out for what seemed like hours, not caring about the time or the other people outside. Paul alternated between fondling Steph's breasts and running his nails over her torso, lightly scratching her back, tickling her sides and belly. When they finally broke their embrace, darkness had completely fallen. The patio was empty; their blended sweet drinks now separated into layers of milky water and dark brown goo. Both of them were highly aroused from their make out session and stared into each other's eyes looking for a next move. - A walk? Paul suggested. Steph adjusted her skirt and stood, pulling Paul with her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him in a strong hug. She hadn't felt this alive in a long time and she wasn't about to let the evening's pleasures end here. - OK, she said. - But, the night is still young and we're just getting started. Paul nodded in agreement as they left the patio and headed down the street both wondering what else the evening had next in store. They walked along the storefronts hand in hand, window shopping and chatting about the items within. It was late now; the stores had long since closed. One shop had a dark entryway that Paul decided to take advantage of. He pulled Steph in and slid his hands under her shirt. She gave in instantly letting him kiss her neck while massaging her breasts. She braced herself against the wall to keep from loosing her balance. She felt light headed and weak in the knees. Paul's hands moved slowly down her torso, over her belly. He deftly unbuttoned her cut offs and slid his hand down her pants in one smooth motion. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. Her underwear was damp and Paul knew when he slid her undies aside that she would be sweet and slippery wet. He rubbed her swollen lips through the panties. Steph let out a loud moan and her knees buckled. Paul wrapped his free arm around her for support while he continued to rub her. Her clitoris felt hard to his touch and his pace quickened back and forth over it. Steph was in heaven. She focused solely on Paul's sensual touch. She couldn't get enough of his hands on her. – More, More, she thought. This translated into heavy panting and moans escaping her mouth. She could hardly stand and was thankful for his support while he rubbed her. Steph reached in pulled aside her wet panties. She needed Paul's touch on her bare skin. He took his queue from her. Her lips felt hot too his touch. They were smooth and soft and slippery from her aroused state. He caressed them gently at first. Applying more pressure with his middle finger, Paul slid it deep inside of her while laying a crushing kiss on Steph's lips. His weight pushed against her supporting her more for her legs were incapable of holding her weight now. They made out as he touched her, his finger curling to rub her Gspot as he slid it in and out of her. Her moans were stifled by their kissing but Steph still made quite a lot of noise. Paul was thankful for the late hour and the lack of people out and about. He moved his kissing to her neck and slipped a second finger inside of her. She was extremely wet and her moans were increasing in strength. Steph wasn't holding back. It had been ages since she felt passion flow through her in such a way. She wasn't about to keep quiet or stop for lack of decency. When Paul slid a second finger into her, she began to feel an orgasm building. She reached down and began to play with her clitoris. Steph rubbed it hard in unison with Paul's finger fucking, her free arm wrapped around him for support. Her muscles clenched hard around Paul's fingers for long seconds as she climaxed. She lost herself in the sublime orgasm as it washed over her. Her muscles continued to flex around his fingers as she came. Paul could feel her juices flowing down his fingers over his hand. That kind of mess he did not mind one bit. He held her tightly against the wall while the orgasm ran its course. Her moans, which had been so loud a moment earlier sounded labored now, exhausted. Steph wrapped her other arm around Paul barely having any energy to hold on. Paul slowed his rhythm greatly and then gently removed his fingers from her wet pussy. He was quiet as she took a moment to recover, resting her head on his shoulder. Her breathing slowed and Paul could feel her strength returning as she began to better support herself. Steph took a second longer and then looked up into his face. She was hot and knew her face must be flushed. She could feel dampness on her cheeks and forehead. She smiled weakly at Paul. It was the best she could manage with what little strength she had left. Eventually, she stood up on her own accord and tried to straighten her clothes out. Her T-shirt was up by her underarms and her shorts had managed to work their way down to her ankles. She did not know or care how. She pulled them pack up and composed herself as much as possible. Frazzled was the best she was going to look the rest of that evening but she didn't care. She leaned in and kissed Paul lightly on the lips. - Ready to move on? he asked. She nodded in response, taking his hand in hers and they continued down the street in search of further adventure. Starbucks We have seen each other in line, in fact I go now mostly to see you. Glances, a word, but I don't know how to move farther. I have been divorced for a year now, not sure how to get back into dating. And you are so pretty, long flowing hair, sweet smile and a sparkle in your eye. And a body to stop time, I could look all day. But you are beyond me, still kinda shy. One day, you sit for a few minutes, the store is empty. I order and when I turn around you are gone. I am disappointed, because I promised myself I would approach you today. As I look where you were, a portfolio catches my eye. I walk over to pick it up and my heart skips a beat, the perfect way to approach you. I open it in hope that your name and number will be inside. It is, but then something else catches my eye. An envelope with my name on the outside. I am confused, and I take it out. It says my name and "Open Me." I open it and there is a note and another envelope. The note says "Hi Chuck, I got your name from then calling out your order. I have been watching you, and know you are watching me. You are a sweet guy, and I am guessing newly single. I saw you trying to work up the courage to come talk to me, so I thought I would break the ice. As you probably know, my name is Amy and I too am recently single. My husband decided that a one night stand was the thing to do on the road. Problem was, it did not stop there. He moved out 6 months ago and I am ready to get back into the arms of a man. I hope you want to be that man. If so, Open the other envelope and see what you are getting. I will be waiting for your reply." With shaking hands, I open the other envelope. Inside are some pictures. The first is you in the same outfit you had on today. A short wrap skirt, a low cut blouse and crop jacket, and high heel pumps. The next several were of you in various sexy poses. The last picture was of you sitting in Starbucks, with your skirt open to revel your thong. I grew hard looking at the pictures. The next note said that you do not want to play games, just see if the sex would be as hot as you think it will be. If so, come by this address tonight at 9 pm. The day drug by, I stopped a 100 times to look at the pictures. I ran home at 6 to start getting ready. Shower, shave, teeth, 4 different outfits later, I am on my way. Stop for wine, and a little present. I am so nervous and excited. This is more than I ever imagined. I drive slowly, to calm down and not be early. At exactly 9pm, I drive up. Nice house in a suburban neighborhood. One last check in the mirror, am I drooling? Adjust the hard on, grab the portfolio and gifts and up to the door. Before I can knock, you open the door, standing behind it. "Come in, Chuck." I walk in and you close the door behind me. I turn, and am stunned. You hair is flowing over a short silk robe, and heels. That is all you have on. You reach down and untie the robe. You drop it off your shoulders and you completely nude. I start to speak and you put your finger over my lips. "We can talk later, I need to feel you. All of you." With that, you take off the gifts, and remove my jacket. You then slowly unbutton my shirt, kissing my neck and chest. Then you take hold of my belt and unbuckle it. Unzip my pants and slide them down into a puddle around my ankles. You reach down and grab my cock. You begin a slow stroke as you nibble on my neck. You move up and down my shaft, and tickle the head with the other hand. You start deep kissing me as you work my cock. You move down my body, pushing me back against a table in the hall. You stop at my nipples, start sucking and nibbling. I cannot believe how this is happening; never in my wildest dreams would I have expected this. You work your way down and start to work on my cock. Light slow licks up the shaft, swirl around the head. You then take the head into your mouth, a low groan escapes me. You work the head, stroking with your other hand. Starbucks Bathroom I was sitting at my local Starbucks, enjoying a latte and the newspaper when a beautiful girl sat down at the next table. Aside from her full tits and curvy ass, I was seized by a sense of recognition. When she looked up from her book, I saw the same look on her face as she checked me out. Then it hit me. I had watched this girl grow up! She used to live next door to me and, in that time, I had seen her go from an awkward little girl to the first throes of womanhood. I had bought another house five years before and, by the look of things, little Jenny had grown up nice! It hit her about the same time as me and she got up and came over to my table. I stood up and she threw herself into my arms. “Joe, it’s so good to see you! Do you remember me?” “Of course I do! Last time I saw you, you were in junior high.” “Yeah. What have you been doing with yourself?” “Same old. How about you?” “Well, I just turned eighteen and I’m going to graduate from high school in a couple weeks.” We spent several minutes catching up, when she dropped the bombshell on me. “Joe, you do know I had the biggest crush on you?” I was stunned. While I could appreciate what a cute little girl she had been, I had never entertained any improper thoughts. “No, I didn’t.” “Sure. Whenever my girlfriends came over they used to tease me about it. Whenever I saw you bringing your dates over I got so jealous. I always wished it was me you were with.” “Really?” She nodded. “I even wanted you to be my first fuck, but you moved away.” I nearly choked on my drink when I heard these words. I looked at her and her face was all sincerity. My eyes went up and down, seeing her denim miniskirt and the tight tank top she wore, with a black bra underneath. The image of Jenny as a young girl was quickly being replaced with one of a hot young woman. Sexy thoughts began to fill my head and my loins stirred. “You shouldn’t say things like that to an old man like me.” “You’re not so old. And you’re still very sexy.” “Thanks. You know, I could tell when I first moved in and you were eight that you were going to grow up to be a hotie.” “Really? How?” “Your ass. It was so tight and round. Plus, I looked at your mother. Apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” She smiled at me and placed her hand on mine. She looked into my eyes, all youth and exuberance. Somehow I guessed she was feeling something more grown up than just a childhood memory. “Jenny, do you know what you’re doing to me?” She reached under the table and placed her hand on my crotch. The bulge in my pants left no mystery of my desire. “I sure do. Now, what do you want to do about it?” I leaned over and kissed her, a goner to my lust and passion. She started rubbing my cock as she kissed me back. In my ear, she whispered, “Have you ever fucked in the bathroom of a Starbucks?” “No.” “Then it’s about time.” With that she led down the back hall to the restrooms. A casual observer might mistake us for father and daughter as we walked to the men’s room and closed the door. My hands went straight for those firm, young breasts as she melded her mouth to mind and started working the zipper of my pants. I pulled the straps of her tank-top and bra down and gazed at those beautiful globes of flesh I had seen start so many years ago. I grasped them hard and kneaded them like bread dough, bringing my mouth to one then the other. They stood at attention from the stimulation. Jenny wasted no time fishing out my penis, stroking it to full attention. She was a little surprised than my pork sword was as big as it was. “Jeez, Joe. If I’d known you had such a monster cock I would have hunted you down years ago!” “I get the feeling you’re not a virgin, then.” She laughed. “Shit, no! I’ve been fucking since I was fourteen.” “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you?” “Yeah!” “Tell me then.” “Fuck me!” “I can’t hear you.” “FUCK ME!” “Beg for it!” “Joe, give me that horse cock now!” With that, she got down on her knees and took my nine-inch pole into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head and worked her way to my balls. Very gently, she took one then the other into her mouth. She had obviously done this before. Wanting to hold off cumming I pulled my cock out of her mouth and pulled her back to her feet. I reached under her skirt and ripped off her panties. With my right hand I massaged her clit and finger-fucked her tight little pussy. I locked my mouth onto hers as I thrust my fingers into her box. She humped my hand and, in no time flat was gripped by a shattering orgasm. As she settled into it I turned her around, leaned her against the wall and guided my cock to her whole. Though she was wet from my earlier efforts it took me a bit to get myself balls-deep in her teenage pussy. Once inside her I held nothing back, thrusting into her with all the power I could must. She whimpered, groaned and moaned as we coupled. Her cunt was hot and tight, but stretched to accommodate my manhood. My hands danced back and forth between her ass and tits, rubbing, pinching, and just holding them. She reached between us and started to play with her own clit and my balls, which were swinging wildly as I pounded her. After about five minutes of doggie-style, I turned her around, picked her up and put my cock back in her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I gripped one firm ass cheek in each hand. I loved how her tits bounced as I fucked her and, before long, she came again. “Don’t cum inside me!” She pleaded. “What?” “It’s too close to my time. I don’t…want to get…pregnant.” I increased my thrusts at this news that I was fucking a fertile, unprotected teenager. For some reason the thought I might knock her up really turned me on. I could feel the sperm boiling in my balls, ready to shoot out into her. But, my brain won out and I put her down and pulled my cock out of her. She got back down on her knees and again started to suck on my pole, but this time she rubbed my balls with one hand as if trying to coax the spunk out of them. When she sensed I was about to blow, she stuck a finger in my asshole and massaged my prostate. With that surprising turn I exploded, shooting my man cream all over her face and tits. We quickly got ourselves together, put our clothes back on and left. She slipped her torn panties into my pocket as a souvenir. “Joe, that was really hot.” “Thanks. How many guys have you fucked? You sure don’t do it like a teenager.” “I like to do it. And I still wish you had been my first. When I lost my virginity, I closed my eyes and imagined it was you.” I didn’t know what to say to that. I gave her a kiss and she placed my hand on her breast. “Can we get together some time?” I asked, like I was the teenager. “Yeah, Joe. I would like that. I may even have a friend or two that might like to meet you, or should I say meet your meat?” “Get on the pill, though. There is nothing better than cumming inside a bare pussy.” One final kiss and I left. We exchanged phone numbers and left with a great memory of mating in a Starbucks bathroom. Starbucks Encounter Lily woke up horny that morning. The sheets wrapped around her legs pressed into her pussy and sent chills up her body. Her hands glided up and down her bare stomach, tickling herself—making her nipples tighten up and poke out against her tank top. She immediately thought of the guy she had seen the day before, working behind the counter at Starbucks. His broad shoulders and lean arms, his tight ass when he bent down had made her feet tingle as she watched him make her drink. This was a new guy at her usual coffee spot, and yesterday she had to breathe hard to conceal her excitement. "Thanks," he said to her, looking her in the eyes as he handed off her drink, "Have a great day." She looked him in the eye hard and sexy and wished him the same great day, but she really wished they would share a great day together! "You're new here, what's your name?" she asked, hopefully. He didn't look as impressed as Lily had hoped. He told her Mathew and went back to working without so much as another glance. This morning in bed, now pressing her tits hard against herself, she imagined him on top of her; imagined his scruffy face next to her ear, breathing hard, then his hard cock (which she had imagined seeing the shape of the day before), entering her without hesitation. She wanted him to fuck her real hard and slow, slamming into her pussy over and over. Legs spread, she slapped her pussy with her hand while squeezing her nipples. In her mind he grabbed her arms and held them above her head, almost hurting her wrists. She let out a long, loud groan as she stuffed her pussy with three fingers and rubbed hard on her erect clit. Her arms pushed her tits together and her hard nipples pointed up to the ceiling; she stuck out her tongue and wished she could reach them—would love it if Mathew were sucking on them as he fucked her… harder… harder! until finally she came with a loud, fucking, scream! She released a breath and gasped for air. There was no way she was going to let this guy ignore her today, she thought as she dressed after her shower. She put on a new pair of tight jeans and looked at herself in the mirror. Her long legs came together, with a little space just below her ass cheeks. She felt her ass, and it was fucking firm, with just a little cushion. She slid on her shirt, pulling it down, tight against her big jugs; it was peach, almost shear, and she didn't need a bra to keep the shape of her full, but slightly hanging tits. Since about 8th grade she had had full, D cup boobs, and they were never an embarrassment for her. Her friends used to giggle and ask to feel them; they were heavy and soft, and she secretly loved having her friends touch them. She used to get wet in the hallways of school while her friends gave her and her bust the attention they deserved. She knew how to hold herself, and in this case, she didn't hold her tits up at all, but let them hang there, moving around naturally in her shirt. In the mirror, she could just make out her little areolas coming through the shear top, her nipples poking slightly upward. She put her hands above her hips, holding her thin waist. Her wavy dark hair fell just above those massive jugs. She didn't wear much makeup, but she never had to. Her pointed Italian features gave her a sexy, exotic look and the mascara made her look like she would screw just about anything that came her way; which is how she felt at this point! She was ready. And not without a plan. Starbucks was packed. The place buzzed with machine noise and people talking. As she waited in line, she was assaulted with sideways glances and outright stares, though none of them made contact with her eyes. A young guy ahead of her in line practically turned around just to stare at her unbelievable, free-hanging breasts. Shamelessly staring at her, she could see that his dick was hard. Wouldn't it be fun to let him have his way with her, she thought? She smiled at him, and he turned back around, embarrassment. The girl at the counter took her order, and smiled up at her. This Starbucks girl wasn't bad herself and was showing some cleavage from her low-cut shirt. They gave each other admiring glances and Lily wondered if there was any way to get her in on the action too. She smiled to herself thinking of it, and wow was she horny as hell. "Have a good one," she said, and purposefully took the Starbucks girl's hand when taking her change. She gave her a little wink too; She was so fucking horny! The boy making her drink looked up at her this time. She pressed her firm breasts against the high counter, pushing them up just a little. Her boobs were so level you could have set something on top of them (She was picturing his cock laid across them, slapping her nipples). "Hi Mathew!" she said, and he looked up to see her glorious tits and beautiful smile. This time he noticed! "Hey," he said, "How are you?" He was struggling not to look at her nipples showing through her top, but she caught him glancing down at them. He barely knew what he was saying, but kept talking. "What are you up to today?" She was thrilled by the effect she had on him. He was probably weak in the knees (which would put him in perfect position to suck on her pussy, she thought). "I'm just cuming in for my daily fix," she said, smiling at him, practically winking. She moved so that her breasts slid on the counter a little, and she bounced almost imperceptibly, looking like she was waiting patiently for her drink. Mathew almost spilled the drink trying to hand it to her. "Have a great day," he said, cheeks red, completely unable to make a smile. "Thanks," she said coyly, "I will. And you too! I'm just going to leave this here while I use the bathroom." She turned around, her tits bouncing from the counter, and moved her hips sensually as she walked around the corner. She half expected him to just follow her right into the bathroom, rip her clothes off and start pounding her! Instead, after a minute, she came back out and poked her head around the corner. Over the noise of people talking and the machines running, she called out to him. "Mathew! Could you please cum here a second?" She showed worry and urgency on her face to be convincing. Mathew looked petrified "Just a second," he said, looking twice as worried as she did. In a moment he was there, poking his head in the bathroom door "Is everything OK," he asked through the crack in the door. "I'm having a little problem and need your help quickly. Please come in here and shut the door." Hesitantly he walked in, the door closing behind him. Lily stood facing him, her shirt soaking wet, holding her hand over one of her breasts, pretending to try to cover them up. "I accidentally got my shirt wet, and its totally see through," she laughed. "I can't go out there like this, its too embarrassing." Mathew tried to avoid eye contact and moved his head erratically as he talked. "Ok, well, here, why don't you take my undershirt so you can get out of here?" He unbuttoned his shirt as fast as he could, and pulled his shirt up over his head. Bare chested, he held out his shirt for her to take. Now everything was where Lily wanted it. She slowly lifted her shirt up, and over her head with both hands, not even pretending to turn around. Mathew tried not to look, but slipped and took a couple of glances at her chest, her huge tits being held up as she lifted her arms. His cock was now pushing against his pants, and he tried to push it down. Lily, looking Mathew in the eyes, took his shirt and dropped it to the floor with hers. He looked up nervous and expectantly at her. Lily looked at him long and hard, and without another moment's hesitation and without further explanation wrapped her arms around him, pressed her tits up against him and started kissing him. "I'm so fucking hot!" she almost shouted in his ear. Mathew's head was spinning. He grabbed at her jeans and pulled so hard that he got them over her hips and down to the ground without unbuttoning them, then did the same to his. As his cock rose to meet her pussy, he grabbed at her while they kissed. He spread her ass cheeks wide and Lily lifted one leg up onto the toilet seat. He stuck two fingers up and into her soaking wet pussy. He was finger fucking a complete stranger without so much as a word! He was putting his thumb into a complete stranger's asshole! He couldn't believe it, but he was so fucking horny he would have done anything at this point. Lily pushed her ass down into his hand as hard as she could. She wanted him to stuff her holes. She reached up and pulled his head down to her tits and he started sucking on them hard, suckling on her nipples like a baby, and biting them wildly. "God, these fucking tits," he shouted… there had been a knock at the door but they ignored it; the thought of being fired didn't even cross his mind. Taking her by the hair, Mathew shoved her down to the sink. Bent over, her tits fell perfectly into and lay in the sink. From behind she felt his hard rod begin pushing into her soft pussy. It came into her without apology and began ramming into the walls of her dripping wet vagina. Her pussy wanted it soooo bad. "Oh shit! Oh shit! I want to be fucked so bad," she yelled. "fucking please screw me hard!" Mathew put his hands down into the sink and caressed the tissue of her tits as he pounded her hard, then fast, then faster, smacking into her ass cheeks with every thrust. She was moaning hard now, "Ooo! Oooooooooowooowooooo!" was all she could make out. He pinched her nipples and licked at the back of her neck. "Wait!" she said, and turned around, sitting up into the sink. "Suck my pussy! I need my pussy sucked hard!" He bent down and put his mouth right into her pussy lips, slipping his tongue in and out hard, then began sucking, licking her clit, sucking her clit, swallowing all the juice her cunt was dripping. He stuck a finger into her asshole and fucked it. She sucked on his fingers as he sucked hard now on her cunt, spreading her pussy lips and just lapping hard at it, getting his tongue as deep as he could. Her asshole tightened up and she began squirting cum all over his face. "uuuuuuungh! Fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Suck on my cunt! Fuck you, uuuuuuuuuuuungh! Uuuung, fuck! Fuck! Fuck my asshoooooole!" He started swallowing and sucking, let his tongue slip into her asshole. He was drinking the cum of a complete stranger! He couldn't believe it, but his cock was so fucking hard. Now she lay across the toilet seat and he leaned over behind her. Her asshole was wide open and he lay into it. Her head was shoved against the wall and her neck was bent uncomfortably, but she didn't care. "Fuck my asshole! Cum in my fucking asshole!" she screamed. As he pounded into her tight hole, over and over, her tits slapped against the toilet. Wack, wack, wack, as he drove his cock into her ass. "Make me shit your cum!" She was saying this to a complete stranger! He almost lay on top of her now, held her down with his body as he fucked her hole, then, thought that he wished he would make her pregnant, he moved his cock into her pussy and banged her as hard and fast as he could. Someone was calling from outside the door, "What's happening in there?" He put his lips down to her face, up against her lips and slid his tongue into her mouth as he nailed her, and he was cumming, gushing cum into her cunt "Oh, fuck! Momy, fuck you" he yelled. "Oh, yes, yes! This is what I want! Cum in my pussy, fill my pussy up!" She spread her legs as far as she could so he could get deep into her cunt. He shot his load way up inside her and she felt it up in her hips. They were panting and neither of them could move. What just happened? Lily thought. I just got fucked by a total stranger in a Starbucks bathroom. The last drips of cum came from the head of his cock and her pussy lips quivered.