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Cafe Delight

Café Delight Big Mike wiped down his tools and returned each one to its proper place in the toolbox, then lowered the hood of the classic Camaro and lightly buffed the hood to remove any fingerprints, then stepped back to admire his baby. Seeing no smudges, he tossed the rag on his workbench and hurried into the house to shower. He stood under the steaming spray, letting the hot water sooth the tension from his broad shoulders and wash away the dirt of a tough day’s work. He turned the shower head to massage and directed the pulsing jets on the back of his thick neck. His mind drifted as his muscles relaxed under the pounding spray. His soapy hand slid over the slight bulge of his belly and drifted down to give his fat dick a squeeze as he recalled making love to Anita the morning before. He slowly stroked his semi-hard dick, thinking of her thick red lips wrapped around it. The clock in the living room chimed six o’clock, interrupting his reminiscence. Realizing he was running late, Mike pushed Anita out of his head and let his penis slip from his hand. After running a few errands, Big Mike parked the Camaro behind Buck’s café and entered through the back door, as usual. Big Mike had dinner at Buck’s every Monday. He had dinner there two or three times a week, but always on Monday. The food was good, and the prices reasonable, but those weren’t the reasons he ate there. Suzy, was the reason he ate there. She worked every Monday night, she worked other nights as well, but ...

... Mondays were usually slow giving her time to chat, and flirt, with Mike. Mike loved to tease and flirt with all of the waitresses, but especially Suzy. Though Suzy and Big Mike constantly flirted with each other, things had never gone any further. Mostly because, Suzy had, after a passionate five-day romance, run off to Vegas and gotten married a few days before she and Mike met. Though the passion responsible for her marriage had dwindled rather quickly, Suzy resolved to stick it out and Big Mike knew better than to fool around with another man’s wife, even if that man was a complete ass. Over the following two years, Mike and Suzy had developed a strange relationship. They would sit in the nearly deserted café talking, laughing, arguing, flirting, and teasing each other for hours. To the casual observer it was often hard to tell whether they were best friends, passionate lovers, or bitter enemies. Suzy’s green eyes lit up, and a broad smiled spread across her round face when Big Mike walked in and took his usual seat at the counter. “Hey sailor, looking for a good time?” Suzy called doing her best Mae West impersonation. Big Mike carefully looked her over from head to toe, his gaze lingering on her ample bosom before continuing down to admire her shapely calves. “Sure. What’ll it cost me?” he smiled, preparing to duck any object that might get thrown at him. “More than you got.” She scowled. She banged his coffee cup on the counter and filled it with fresh hot coffee. Mike ...