The Barista - Sex Stories

The Barista

I’ve been using my local coffee shop for years. I was a patron long before my accident. Unfortunately, I now needed to walk with a stick permanently, which made carrying a tray loaded with coffee and a sandwich or a slice of something delicious something of a faff. On the plus side, all the staff know me, and they know my order, large Caramel Latte and diabetes be damned.

It wasn’t uncommon for me to walk in, wave a greeting to the staff that happened to be working that day and take my habitual perch at the back of the shop so that I could write my stories and people-watch. Then, a few minutes later, they would kindly bring my order to me, so I could enjoy my time there and not worry about having a disability for a while.

That kind of consideration and level of customer service is excellent when so much of life is so challenging. Not that I mind. I would, of course, rather have two working legs, but I don’t, so this is the hand I have been dealt to play with. So, I do so with a song in my heart. However, the accident could have so quickly and easily taken much more than the use of my leg from me.

On this particular day, a Sunday – May 28th, 2023 - I woke early, far earlier than usual, and gently kissed my still-sleeping wife on the forehead. I was in the mood for coffee, not an instant coffee, but a proper barista-style coffee. However, the craving I had wouldn’t quit until it was sated. I am sure that you, dear reader, will be familiar with this type of craving and ...

... have had at least one experience.

My wife’s eyes fluttered open briefly, and she gave me a lovely, lazy grin as she stretched like a cat laying in the sun, her hands reaching above her head and grasping the ironwork of the bedstead and pulling herself up into a half-sitting position. She inadvertently jostled the silk scarves tied to the ironwork for some of our more… playful love-making sessions. She giggled at the memory of the last time she had tied me up. Leaving me tied to the bed while she went out with her girlfriends to a club. I’m still planning my revenge, and it will be epic… But I digress.

“Would you like a proper coffee, baby?” I asked her as I kissed the side of her face and traced the delicate contours of her modest but perfectly formed breasts with my index finger. Even after all these years, I still marvel at how responsive her nipples are to the slightest touch of my hand anywhere on her breasts. I gave the nipple nearest to me a playful pinch, not hard enough to hurt but certainly enough to cause her to catch her breath and enjoy the delicious sensations that I knew would be instantly transferred to her rapidly moistening pussy.

“Ummm, sounds delicious. But I want some more sleep. Why don’t you take your laptop to the café and write me a story while you enjoy your morning? Then, you can bring me one back when you come home.” She turned onto her right side and kissed me slowly and passionately. Our tongues danced a slow waltz about each other, and ...