Caramel Mocha at the Java Jungle by adamwroberts
A young barista fulfills her fantasy of seducing the delivery driver in front of a customer. , It had been two weeks since our last encounter. Something I’d grown accustomed to. He comes in every other Monday to the Java Jungle to deliver a single box of chocolate chip cookies from Josef’s Vienna Bakery and Café. The cookies were nothing special. The owner only sells them in our shop because his brother owns the bakery. But the man that delivered them really looked like something I could take a bite out of…
He was in his early 20s and his name was Miguel. Dark brown, wavy hair, and hazel eyes with a mesmerizing outer green hue but a rich, dark brown inner hue to them. He was kind of tall and muscular; I’d say about 6 feet. His dark skin made him look Puerto Rican. But his arms were the biggest turn on for me. They were strong and smooth except for a couple of veins protruding from under his skin, a symbol of strength and endurance. He had a thick wire tattoo creeping up the outside of his left arm to the left side of his neck.
The last time we met he was in his typical FedEx delivery uniform. He stopped in with his usual medium sized box of cookies and approached the counter, grinning. He said, “Hey, Jacquelyn. Looking beautiful as always. Need you to sign,” as he handed me the digital pen and pad. I blushed from his compliment and quickly signed the pad, then said to him as I took the box and handed the equipment back to him, “Just like a man to tease a woman with a compliment and then disappear for two weeks, leaving her wanting more.” I smiled at him to let him know I was teasing, but he did something unexpected: He placed his firm hand around mine as he took the digital pad back and looked into my eyes, grinning, and said “Well maybe next time I’ll just have to stay a while longer.” He finally took the pad and walked out of the café, leaving me mesmerized and a little wet.
I spent the rest of that day reliving that moment and ached to go home to let loose my desires. It’s been a fantasy of mine to seduce that FedEx delivery driver and let him take me right in the middle of the café for quite some time now. The sexual attraction between the two of us was always there, but I was beginning to believe it wouldn’t go anywhere. But now, after that day, I’ve decided…I want him. And I’m going to make sure I get him.
Today, I decided to risk going to work in something other than my work clothes. I put on a low-cut, black skirt, with white, lacy underwear beneath it. I put on a matching, black poet blouse with my name tag pinned to it in typical Java Jungle style, right above my left breast in a way that I thought might attract attention to my cleavage. Finally, after doing my hair and makeup, I added a touch of the perfume he said he liked a few weeks back to the side of my neck and behind my ears and locked a silver heart key necklace around my neck. It was time.
I waited, impatiently, at my register for Miguel to show up. I thought anxiously about how, with my luck, it’d probably be a different guy or the owner would have suddenly canceled those crappy cookies and I’d never see my FedEx delivery boy again. But sure enough, at about half past 2 o’clock, Miguel rolled up in his truck. I felt my heart suddenly start to race as I stepped out from behind the counter and waited in front of it for him so he could see my full body and outfit.
He stepped out of the truck. My breathing suddenly seemed uncontrollable as he stepped through the door, grinning, like always. I perused my lips with my tongue and darted my eyes quickly to the customer that was still inside, leeching off our free wifi service. It didn’t matter. He could watch for all I cared. Nothing was going to stop me from getting this man to ravish my body today.
After what seemed like ages, Miguel was finally right in front of me. I was blushing. I could already feel myself a little wet. I looked into his eyes as he burned a hole into my soul with his deep, penetrating gaze. He said something that sounded like “Delivery,” but I was too busy focusing on how we were already pressed up right against each other to notice. He set the box down and then pressed into me so I felt my lower back against the counter.
He was wearing cologne that drove my sense of smell wild. I breathed in the scent from his chest deeply and looked up as I felt his hand brush down my arm slowly. My heart went wild as he pressed his pelvis into mine hard and I already felt his long erection through our clothes. I let out a small gasp as I felt his lips on my earlobe and heard him say “I want you.” I was already wet and getting worse by the second. I closed my eyes and finally let go of society’s morals and rules about sex as I whispered, “Fuck me. Here. Now. Please,” into his ear.
I gasped. It happened almost instantly. His firm hands were suddenly on my ass and he was pulling me against him violently. I let out a small moan as my pussy tightened in anticipation, eager for him to fill me. I could see the customer staring at us as Miguel attacked my neck with his lips and tongue. Good. I hope that dirty bastard enjoys watching this beast of a man take me.
I felt my hands fumbling for the belt on his khakis. I blushed furiously after I looked down and realized that he not only had his hand on my thigh now, but at how large his erection was. I couldn’t believe how hard he already was just from a little groping. I looked back up into his eyes and licked my lips seductively as I started to undo his belt with my left hand and grabbed his dick through his pants with my right.
His breathing began to speed up suddenly. I gasped as I felt his hand slide under my skirt and let out a soft moan as I felt his fingers start tracing my opening through my panties. I let out a small whine for him as I heard him say, “God baby, you’re so wet.” After I finally got that damn belt off, I undid his khakis as quickly as I could and pushed them down. He kicked his shoes off and his pants away as he pulled me against him violently. I looked over at the customer that was now playing with his dick under the table and looked at him right in the eyes and bit my lower lip. I figured I may as well give him a good show; maybe I’ll get a good tip out of it.
It seemed like my hand was on autopilot as I felt it slip between the folds of Miguel’s boxers and pull his cock through the slit in his shorts. I pulled back momentarily to look at it and gasped: it wasn’t porn star enormous, but it was definitely bigger than average. Thick, too. I moaned as I longed even more for it to enter me and started sliding my hand up and down it, slowly, and in a circular pattern. He let out a small groan and I felt him bite into my neck and I shrieked a little as he suddenly pushed my underwear to the side and entered me with two of his fingers.
My pussy tightened up hard around his fingers and my cheeks turned furiously red because I could tell I was dripping all over his fingers. I couldn’t control how badly I wanted him. It just kept entering my mind how this was already the best sex I had ever had, simply out of pure lust.