The Barista - Sex Stories

The Barista

... her hand reached down to my naked cock.

Instantly, my little friend was curious about the touch of my wife’s hand and started to fill it out nicely. I’m not a bragger, and I am pathologically pre-disposed, to be truthful. I could tell you that I have a nine-inch long, six-inch girth monster nestled between my legs, and you would be none the wiser for the telling. However, I’m average if the national statistics are to be believed. I’ve never had any hang-ups about my size, having been married and divorced from my first wife. That union resulted in a Son who has matured into a wonderful and level-headed young man, so average must be pretty good in my book.

“Nu-uh, you need to get dressed and go out!” she giggled under her breath, having given little me a few light strokes. I love my wife dearly, and we have an honest and open relationship. But she’s such a cock-tease. She knew that my motor would be running now, as slow kissing is my kryptonite, and she was now sending me off into the world with not only a raging boner but also the libido that would want satisfaction sooner rather than later.

“You’re such a prick-tease!” I sighed mock exasperation in my voice. I feigned getting up by throwing the duvet off us, then pounced into a massive tickle assault on her ribs.

She screamed, then laughed, which set the dog off barking. Not wanting to piss the neighbours off too much, I ceased my tickling and gave the dog a fuss, letting her know everything was OK. ...

... Staffordshire Bull Terriers are a wonderful breed, so loving and docile, but they have NO sense of humour! Taking the hint, I admitted defeat and threw on some clothes, grabbed my backpack, which contained my laptop, charger and a few other items, and headed out to my favourite spot.

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The drive to my favourite café was uneventful and only took five minutes. It is situated near the Town Centre and a junction for a major Motorway, so it captures plenty of passing traffic new to the area and local denizens alike. I reversed into one of the spaces reserved for disabled clients and headed inside.

I checked the faces in the surprisingly busy indoor seating area and quickly noticed a couple of regulars sitting with their papers. Then I looked at the staff behind the counter. There wasn’t a familiar face among them. Knowing I wanted my usual drink, the only choice I had to make was what to have for breakfast. I selected a vegan breakfast wrap and waited in line, my back gradually getting more and more painful as I stood waiting.

I guessed that the young lady behind the counter was new, as she struggled with the EPOS system and entering my order. I gave her a reassuring smile; I didn’t mind waiting while the crippling pain in my back made me sweat; everyone has to learn, right? Finally, with my order entered, paid for and being brewed, I leaned forward to ease the pain in my back.

“Are you OK?” The young lady asked of me, concern evident on her face.

“Yeah, all OK ...