The Barista - Sex Stories

The Barista

... then having to dry the car seat as well.

As I stood, I forgot to account for the wet flooring, and my stick slid away from me as I put my weight through it. I followed it down and instinctively reached out for something to grab onto. Unfortunately for poor Casey, that something was the sleeve on the left side of her shirt, and there was a loud tearing sound as the sleeve came away in my hand.

Somehow, I managed to keep my footing and regained my equilibrium. Casey led me to the washroom and had me stand against the sink. She seemed oblivious that her torn top allowed me an unimpeded view of her braless milky white left breast and its pink areola and perky dark rose-coloured gum-drop nipple each time she stood in profile to me.

This sight alone was enough to stoke the fires of any red-blooded male; the fact that Casey was also busying herself with pointing a source of warm air at my midriff and patting at my groin fervently with a cloth was doing nothing to stop my erection from developing to see what all the fuss was.

“Oh! Oh my,” Casey said. Not sure what to do as my shorts started to tent. Her eyes were large as saucers, and she unconsciously licked her generous lips.

“It’s perfectly natural, given that you are touching me there, and your left tit is hanging out of your shirt,” I chuckled mischievously. I hadn’t realised that Casey wasn’t aware of the state of her shirt.

“It’s what now?” she muttered, only half registering what I’d said as she was ...

... transfixed by the now fully erect cock in my shorts.

“OH SHIT!” Casey muttered. I chuckled again and thought, ‘And light dawns on the situation’ to myself. I watched as she looked at the damage to her shirt and placed a hand inside, squeezing and pinching her nipple as she looked up at me with lust burning in her eyes.

Then, the craziest thing happened. This young nymph yanked down my shorts and was surprised to see that I was commando. In my defence, I had left the house in a hurry. My pink cock wobbled merrily before Casey’s face, and I saw her pupils dilate. In no time, she lunged her head forward and enveloped my cock in one deft movement.

Watching my shaft disappear between her perfectly plump lips stole my breath away, and I let my head fall back as I enjoyed the sensations of her mouth bobbing up and down on my rock-hard cock. I held on to the sink counter for dear life to support my weight. I had no idea how long this would take, and I couldn’t stand for long periods. I could feel her tongue tickling my balls at the bottom of her stroke. This young girl loved giving head, it seemed.

Delicious sensations started building in my balls and the pit of my stomach, and I knew I wouldn’t last very long if she kept this pace up. Occasionally, she would pop me out of her mouth and run her tongue around my glans, then tickle the frenulum with the tip of her tongue before taking me back in her mouth again.

The sheer suddenness of the situation, the naughtiness of the ...