The Young Barista - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Young Barista - Part 3

... “With the way you look, I bet you got a lot of attention at all those state dinners.” I said playfully. Sam chuckled, “Well, kind of. When I was about fifteen or so, I noticed at the dinners that men would start looking at me differently, with more desire in their eyes. It was a little creepy, but I also kind of liked it. It really made me feel womanly.” “You are very womanly, that’s what I love about you and why I’ve been so attracted to you.” With one hand, I reached out and placed my hands on Sam’s exposed creamy thighs, slowly caressing them and wedging my hands between them. “Mmmm, that feels nice.” She placed her hand on top mine, parted her legs slightly and lay back in her seat as we drove along the coast to this very nice restaurant I picked out. ................................ “Your table is ready Sir. Please come with me.” Smiled the smartly dressed waitress. Sam had her arms around mine and for the first time, in a very long time, I felt like a man again, as I escorted my beautiful young date to our dinner engagement. The restaurant sat along the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean. It was almost seven in the evening; the sun was a golden glow but hadn’t set yet. The waitress showed us our seats, a table by floor to ceiling windows that gave way to an impressive view of uninterrupted expanses of ocean and coastline. People looked as Sam and I walked through the dining room to our seats, men stared at her long legs as she glided past them, women looked out the ...

... corner of their eyes and envied her striking form. We certainly drew a bit of attention, which was risky, if not thrilling in its own way. “I’ll be right back with your menus, can I start you off with a drink in the mean time?” If our waitress suspected that Sam could have been under the legal drinking age, she didn’t bring it up. I caught her glancing down at the ring on my finger and must have surmised that it was not her place to express judgment; after all, this table could reap a good tip. “Yes, I think we’d like to have a bottle of your local Pinot Grigio.” “Good choice Sir, I’ll be right back.” With our waitress away to fetch our drinks, Sam leaned in and gave me a naughty look. “She didn’t ask me for ID!” Her eyes sparkled with a youthful glee and charm. “Well, it’s because you are with me beautiful.” I winked back. “Do you think she knows? I mean I saw her look down at your ring.” Sam asked. “I think she might have an opinion or two, question is, are you comfortable with all of this?” “I’m very comfortable with it Josh.” Sam gave me a warm smile. “It is strange to say this, but it is somewhat thrilling. All the people looking at us, being seen in public, I feel like a somebody, not just some high school girl anymore.” “You are more than just a somebody Sam, you are my somebody.” There, it happened, I made a declaration of what has been developing all summer long. It could not have happened in a sexier setting with a sexier girl than Sam. I was flushed with emotion and ...