The Girl at the Coffee Shop (F/F)
Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2021 6:11 pm
Hey guys! So, in between my busy schedule, I plan on writing a series of short stories from my perspective as the protagonist. If you have any suggestions for future stories, please message me! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! (:
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It was a day like any other ordinary day. Oh, except today was not ordinary. Today was an experience beyond my wildest fantasy.
It started out with my normal routine. Rolled out of bed at 5:30. Began with my hair and makeup. Moved to the closet for a cute outfit. After some time spent debating, I settled on white ankle socks, white Nike air force 1’s, black jeggings, and a green top covered by a black jacket. It was the perfect balance of formal and informal. A balance I often found myself wearing to my work.
After packing my laptop and tablet, I grabbed my maroon bag and walked out the door at around 6:56. As per my routine, I started to drive my way over to the Starbucks near my work. Andddd this is where things picked up. I walked in which was unusual for me, but the drive through was packed this morning. As I stood in line, I noticed her.
She stood about 5’7”ish with raven black hair held back in a pony tail. Her pink top stood out against her beautiful dark skin. To go with her top, she was wearing black leggings and white high top converse. My eyes wandered from her curvy figure to her legs and feet. I had been coming here for over a year and never saw her.
“Excuse me..” the lady behind me interrupted my thoughts. “The line has moved..” she said shortly.
“Oh...yes, I’m sorry..” I mumble as I step forward.
As my eyes go back to wear “she” was standing. My eyes started at her feet and began to work their way up when I noticed that she had turned..and was staring straight at me.
I quickly divert my eyes as my faced flashed red. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile.
“I can take you here,” the next cashier called for me.
As I fumbled for my phone in my bag, I saw her walk up to the register.
“It’s okay, Tom. I’ll ring her up,” she said to the man at the register.
He shrugged and went to the coffee machines.
“What can I get for youuu...” she practically purred at me.
“Ummm...I ....I’ll have....” I mumbled as I suddenly forgot what I order every single time. My eye flashed to her name badge as I continued to make a fool of myself. “Natasia” is what it read.
“Might I suggest our new drink?” She smiled at me as we locked eyes. “It’s a hooot espresso filled with darrrrk chocolate and covered in sweat cream foam..”
“Um...yes please..” I stuttered as I handed her my phone to pay.
She scanned the app but..didn’t give my phone back. She swiped off the app and into my contacts. As I stared at her as she began to add herself as a contact, my heart began to race.
“What’s the name for the order?” She said as she handed me my phone.
“Chelsey...erm or Chels..or Ch—“ I was cut off by her finger on my lips. The touch of her smooth skin excited me beyond belief. Then, as quickly as she placed it there, she removed it.
“Chels..I like it..we will have your drink out in a moment..” she flashed another smile then turned on her converse clad feet and went back to making drinks.
I quickly walked over to the counter to wait, while sliding through my contacts for her name. “Tasia” is what she had put.
My mind was racing. She was so bold, so assertive, so sexy. Yet, I knew nothing about her. For all I knew, she could be just the flirty new girl.
Or...she could be mine...
“Chels,” I heard her say as I quickly looked up from the phone. She was at the counter smiling at me, holding a grande dark drink.
I put my phone away and walked over. “Thank you, Tasia..” I smile.
She bites her lower lip and hands me my drink. “You’re welcome, Chels. I like your shoes. You should text me...soon...”
At the word “soon,” I saw something in those big brown eyes. A flash of something. Something dirty. Something kinky. Something I liked.
“Umm..yes...I will be back after work..” I stammer, a little more confidently.
“I can’t wait that long. Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes....” she says seriously. Then, without time for me to reply, she turns and walks away.
I watch her sexy feet and legs walk away, stunned momentarily. I shook my head, metaphorically pinching myself to make sure this was actually happening. I then walk out to my car and set my bag inside, along with my coffee.
I grab my phone and check the time. “7:35” it read. Not much time. I have work at 8:00 and my workplace was 10 minutes away.
I lock the car and head inside, straight to the bathroom. I open the door and walk in, perhaps a little too quickly.
As soon as I get inside, the door slams shut and the lights go off. I hear the deadbolt click on the door just as a hand wraps around my arms and another clamps over my lips.
“Mmmmph...” I moan, but don’t struggle. I knew who this was. I wanted this.
“Shhhhh quiet Chels..I only have 15 minutes to ‘clean the bathroom’ so you’ll have to cooperate. Nod your head.” I quickly nod my head.
“Good..” she purrs in my ear.
She spins me around and pushes me up against the sink. She pulls out her phone and flips on the flashlight, setting it on the counter next to me.
She pushes me up on the counter so I am now sitting and my legs are dangling off. Then, to my surprise, she pulls off my right shoe, roughly. Holding my hands in a prayer position, she uses the laces to tie my hands together. Next, she pulls off my right sock and forces it into my mouth.
“‘Mmmmmmph!?” I moan in surprise, but I feel myself getting very wet.
“Shhhh bite down on that sock. Don’t you dare spit it out.” She commands. She kneels on the floor and pulls off my other shoe.
“Mmmmmmmm....” I hear her moan as she smells it. As she is smelling with one hand, she uses the other to remove my other white sock. She places my left shoe over my bound hands and sets the sock on my lap as she kneels on the floor and starts rubbing my feet.
The rubs turn to her shoving her beautiful face into my feet. I feel her warm tongue start to move up and down my soft toes.
“Mmmmmmphhh...” I moan into my own warm sock. I look down at my bound and shoe covered hands. She is good..I thought.
“Mmmmmmmmmm..” she moans into my warm, saliva covered feet. Her worship gets messier as she lets her saliva run over my toes. I feel her other hand softly start to tickle my soles.
“Mmmmmphhhh mm mmmmph..” I gag talk as I look at the dimly lit clock on the wall.
She ignores me and turns her attention removing the shoe lace from the shoe that she had placed over my bound hands.
As much as I am enjoying this, I’m already late for work. My phone buzzes in my back pocket. Probably work.
Using the shoe lace that she removed, she crosses my ankles and tightly binds them together.
She then stands and plants a firm kiss on my lips.
“Mmmmmmm...” she moans. “I usually don’t kiss on the first date. I hope this was exciting for you, but I have to get back to work.”
She turns and walks to the door, unlocking it. “If I were you, I would get free before someone sees you like this..” Then, with a smile on her face, she walks out, leaving the door unlocked and me in this predicament.
I start to wiggle my wrists and ankles frantically. Just as I am starting to loosen the knots, I hear the door handle start to turn. . .
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It was a day like any other ordinary day. Oh, except today was not ordinary. Today was an experience beyond my wildest fantasy.
It started out with my normal routine. Rolled out of bed at 5:30. Began with my hair and makeup. Moved to the closet for a cute outfit. After some time spent debating, I settled on white ankle socks, white Nike air force 1’s, black jeggings, and a green top covered by a black jacket. It was the perfect balance of formal and informal. A balance I often found myself wearing to my work.
After packing my laptop and tablet, I grabbed my maroon bag and walked out the door at around 6:56. As per my routine, I started to drive my way over to the Starbucks near my work. Andddd this is where things picked up. I walked in which was unusual for me, but the drive through was packed this morning. As I stood in line, I noticed her.
She stood about 5’7”ish with raven black hair held back in a pony tail. Her pink top stood out against her beautiful dark skin. To go with her top, she was wearing black leggings and white high top converse. My eyes wandered from her curvy figure to her legs and feet. I had been coming here for over a year and never saw her.
“Excuse me..” the lady behind me interrupted my thoughts. “The line has moved..” she said shortly.
“Oh...yes, I’m sorry..” I mumble as I step forward.
As my eyes go back to wear “she” was standing. My eyes started at her feet and began to work their way up when I noticed that she had turned..and was staring straight at me.
I quickly divert my eyes as my faced flashed red. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her smile.
“I can take you here,” the next cashier called for me.
As I fumbled for my phone in my bag, I saw her walk up to the register.
“It’s okay, Tom. I’ll ring her up,” she said to the man at the register.
He shrugged and went to the coffee machines.
“What can I get for youuu...” she practically purred at me.
“Ummm...I ....I’ll have....” I mumbled as I suddenly forgot what I order every single time. My eye flashed to her name badge as I continued to make a fool of myself. “Natasia” is what it read.
“Might I suggest our new drink?” She smiled at me as we locked eyes. “It’s a hooot espresso filled with darrrrk chocolate and covered in sweat cream foam..”
“Um...yes please..” I stuttered as I handed her my phone to pay.
She scanned the app but..didn’t give my phone back. She swiped off the app and into my contacts. As I stared at her as she began to add herself as a contact, my heart began to race.
“What’s the name for the order?” She said as she handed me my phone.
“Chelsey...erm or Chels..or Ch—“ I was cut off by her finger on my lips. The touch of her smooth skin excited me beyond belief. Then, as quickly as she placed it there, she removed it.
“Chels..I like it..we will have your drink out in a moment..” she flashed another smile then turned on her converse clad feet and went back to making drinks.
I quickly walked over to the counter to wait, while sliding through my contacts for her name. “Tasia” is what she had put.
My mind was racing. She was so bold, so assertive, so sexy. Yet, I knew nothing about her. For all I knew, she could be just the flirty new girl.
Or...she could be mine...
“Chels,” I heard her say as I quickly looked up from the phone. She was at the counter smiling at me, holding a grande dark drink.
I put my phone away and walked over. “Thank you, Tasia..” I smile.
She bites her lower lip and hands me my drink. “You’re welcome, Chels. I like your shoes. You should text me...soon...”
At the word “soon,” I saw something in those big brown eyes. A flash of something. Something dirty. Something kinky. Something I liked.
“Umm..yes...I will be back after work..” I stammer, a little more confidently.
“I can’t wait that long. Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes....” she says seriously. Then, without time for me to reply, she turns and walks away.
I watch her sexy feet and legs walk away, stunned momentarily. I shook my head, metaphorically pinching myself to make sure this was actually happening. I then walk out to my car and set my bag inside, along with my coffee.
I grab my phone and check the time. “7:35” it read. Not much time. I have work at 8:00 and my workplace was 10 minutes away.
I lock the car and head inside, straight to the bathroom. I open the door and walk in, perhaps a little too quickly.
As soon as I get inside, the door slams shut and the lights go off. I hear the deadbolt click on the door just as a hand wraps around my arms and another clamps over my lips.
“Mmmmph...” I moan, but don’t struggle. I knew who this was. I wanted this.
“Shhhhh quiet Chels..I only have 15 minutes to ‘clean the bathroom’ so you’ll have to cooperate. Nod your head.” I quickly nod my head.
“Good..” she purrs in my ear.
She spins me around and pushes me up against the sink. She pulls out her phone and flips on the flashlight, setting it on the counter next to me.
She pushes me up on the counter so I am now sitting and my legs are dangling off. Then, to my surprise, she pulls off my right shoe, roughly. Holding my hands in a prayer position, she uses the laces to tie my hands together. Next, she pulls off my right sock and forces it into my mouth.
“‘Mmmmmmph!?” I moan in surprise, but I feel myself getting very wet.
“Shhhh bite down on that sock. Don’t you dare spit it out.” She commands. She kneels on the floor and pulls off my other shoe.
“Mmmmmmmm....” I hear her moan as she smells it. As she is smelling with one hand, she uses the other to remove my other white sock. She places my left shoe over my bound hands and sets the sock on my lap as she kneels on the floor and starts rubbing my feet.
The rubs turn to her shoving her beautiful face into my feet. I feel her warm tongue start to move up and down my soft toes.
“Mmmmmmphhh...” I moan into my own warm sock. I look down at my bound and shoe covered hands. She is good..I thought.
“Mmmmmmmmmm..” she moans into my warm, saliva covered feet. Her worship gets messier as she lets her saliva run over my toes. I feel her other hand softly start to tickle my soles.
“Mmmmmphhhh mm mmmmph..” I gag talk as I look at the dimly lit clock on the wall.
She ignores me and turns her attention removing the shoe lace from the shoe that she had placed over my bound hands.
As much as I am enjoying this, I’m already late for work. My phone buzzes in my back pocket. Probably work.
Using the shoe lace that she removed, she crosses my ankles and tightly binds them together.
She then stands and plants a firm kiss on my lips.
“Mmmmmmm...” she moans. “I usually don’t kiss on the first date. I hope this was exciting for you, but I have to get back to work.”
She turns and walks to the door, unlocking it. “If I were you, I would get free before someone sees you like this..” Then, with a smile on her face, she walks out, leaving the door unlocked and me in this predicament.
I start to wiggle my wrists and ankles frantically. Just as I am starting to loosen the knots, I hear the door handle start to turn. . .