Night Shift Baristas-- Part 3- Dessert choice: Tangy - Sex Stories

Night Shift Baristas-- Part 3- Dessert choice: Tangy

... of corned beef hash. Liss got an omelet. I kept finding myself touching her hands during the meal not quite holding hands but being pleasantly playful. She caught me at it smiled, blushed a bit, and whispered for me to stop. She still did cutesy things she fed me a delicious chunk of omelet from her fork and wiped a drop of syrup from my lip. She even stole a strip of bacon from my plate without repercussions. I popped a twenty and a five on the table and we went off to the store and her car. The store had opened a little while ago but no one we knew noticed us. The first few customers of the day started to bustle in for a new read for the week or a morning latte. Liss got out of my car, and opened hers door, popped the hood and grabbed her sunglasses. “I Forgot these,” She told me, “The sun is way too bright without them.” She went over to her engine and reached down for something. She pulled it out and replaced the terminals to her battery. Then she got a little wrench out of her back pocket to tighten them fully. She waved to me, and got in and started her car, pulled out and drove off. I popped my car into reverse and headed home. I was still tired and wanted nothing more than a shower and another couple hours of sleep. I got home and went into my apartment. I grabbed a glass of water from the fridge and headed to the bedroom. Liss stood in front of the closet trying to pick out a dress. She found her favorite simple sundress and then turned to me. “I’m calling dibs on ...

... the shower first I’ve been in these Café clothes for two days now. I think we should have a light dinner something to finish off that Muscato.” “I was hoping for a steak myself, beautiful, maybe get the grill going. The wine can hold for another day.” She smiled “We’ll see; maybe if you’re a very good boy.” I went over and kissed her on her shoulders and neck. “And what do I have to do to be a ‘very good boy’?” She turned to me, looked up at me smiling, “You have to fuck my ass nice and hard. You’re too soft with me when other women are here.” “It might tip most of them off if I fucked you like the dirty slut you are, Liss.” “I know; but I still have to complain about it sometimes.” She got on her tip-toes and kissed me quickly. “You know, a week from Thursday, Tiara closes with us, doing the magazine section. She usually asks for a ride from somebody, the schedule just so has it so the rest of the closers don’t live in the same direction as her place. She did just go through that nasty divorce too.” Her eyes had started to sparkled aready. “Really, I’ve told you how much I love her legs; they’re so long and shapely.” “I know how much you like them darling. You’ve only mentioned it about thirty times” “Closer to fifty, probably.” “Do you want company in the shower?” “Nope. I’ll be fast though; then butt sex, hard, and then you can shower. I’ll even wash your back for you. After that you can barbecue and we’ll plan out the Tiara adventure.” “When do I get my nap in?” “Never, old ...