The Young Barista - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Young Barista - Part 3

I pulled up at our agreed upon rendezvous point, it was at the bus stop a couple of blocks away from Sam’s house, a route that her parent’s seldom took. She was the only one at the bus stop and as she came into view, I could not help but stare. There she stood, looking simply exquisite in a very tight fitting, long sleeve, short black dress. She had matching heels on that were not so high that it made her look slutty. No, not at all, it was only about a two-inch heel, but the effect of it lengthened her already slender and toned legs, which just drew the eye up all the way to the hem of her short dress. I found myself holding my breath. As I came to a stop, she slid, actually more like glided, into the seat next to me; I just had to gasp at how different and stunning she looked. She was all made up, but oh so very naturally and without a need to overcompensate. The make up did what it was supposed to do, highlight her beauty, not recreate it. I smiled at Sam and took a moment to absorb the glorious form next to me; her hair flowed majestically over her shoulders and down her back; her skin glowed from a light bronzer she wore and she smelt simply wonderful. Sam reached out and touched my hand; she radiated a smile that just melted my heart. Whatever doubts I had about our forbidden date tonight vanished. “Wow……you - look - incredible!” I did nothing to hide my amazement. Sam leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips. “So do you my handsome man,” she caressed my face, “I ...

... have been thinking of you all day -- I’ve been really looking forward to tonight.” Sam cooed into my ears. I had to steal another kiss from this stunning beauty. I placed one hand on the back of her neck and pulled her gently in for another kiss. As our lips and tongues met, I started to feel that dreamy state begin to overcome me again. The type where my vision begins to blur and a sense of euphoria fills my nervous system. As we parted lips, I had to ground myself a bit for the drive to the restaurant, it is a good thing it was not that far away. During the drive, we had a chance to chat. “Sam, I’ve said this once, but I’ll say it again, you look beautiful !” Sam was very pleased by the fact that she had succeeded in getting the effect from me that she had intended to. “How in the world did you go from savvy teenage girl to stunning runway model?” I marvelled out loud. “Aw Josh, now you are just making me blush.” She indeed was blushing. “You have to know something,” Sam said, “my dad, being the diplomat that he was, often had to host State dinners and functions. So when he first got the job, this woman from the State department would frequently visit my mom and me and taught us how to dress for these special dinners. She would tell us how to act, what to say, what not to say and things like that for each visiting dignitary. Etiquette stuff you know. After a while, she and I became good friends and she gave me a lot of tips on how to look nice. She was my mentor in a way.” ...