My morning work commutes are finally starting to get easier. Since moving from a backwater town on the east coast, to this rule metropolitan area, healthier living has been on the forefront of my mind. So a month back, I decided to stop driving the hour-long commute to work and bought myself a shiny new bike. After a week, I nicknamed 'birth control'. Not only did I look like an overgrown child riding the damn thing thirty minutes everyday, but I am pretty sure the seat cut off all reproduction functions in my dick. Nevertheless I was bound and determined to make this work.
The chilly crisp air feels amazing on my ride this morning. I check my watch to see how I am doing on time. Ahead of schedule, perfect! Time to stop off for a coffee.
Kats Koffee Shop, I've been past it dozens of times, but this is my first time inside. Small, quaint, with a mix of modern tables and chairs to clash with the rustic decor and artwork.
"Ooop." I hear from behind the counter. A cute woman is quickly trying to smooth down her skirt behind the counter.
"O, Hi!" Her words come out breathy, like she had been running around all morning.
"Hi. Are you ok, miss?" I replied.
"Yep!" She bolstered. "Just busy busy busy."
Looking around, it doesn't look like she has had a customer all morning.
"Right." I say, a little confused. "Could I have a large coffee, please."
"Of course! Any flavor or cream?"
"No thank you. Just a light roast, black, please."
As she spins around, to pour my cup, I have to stifle a laugh. Whatever this perky ball of social awkwardness was doing before I arrived, caused her skirt to be tucked into the back of her underwear. Not that I am going to complain, her firm round ass clad in black lace panties definitely caused my cock to stir.
As she turned back towards me, I quickly looked up to meet her eye contact, my grin pulling sharply at the corners of my mouth.
"That will be three fifty please." Handing me the coffee with a smile. I passed her a ten dollar bill.
"Keep the change as a tip for the view. I love black lace." The confused look on her face made me chuckle. As the door closes behind me, I hear her exclaim "SHIT!".
*Later that night*
The ride home from work was exhaustive. Probably due to a project at work mentally draining any and all motivation I had for the day. Throwing my keys on the kitchen counter, my microwave says it's eight PM. Yeah that sounds like a good time for bed tonight.
Stripping off my sweaty riding clothes, I start the shower. My body is definitely improving from bike riding, looking over at myself in the mirror. Lines of definition are more prominent, less of a gut, more toned muscles, and I think my dick may have an extra inch added to it as well.
Better watch it there Billy, or your ego is going to start showing. I chuckle to myself at the thought.
The hot shower felt better today than it has in a long time. Washing away the stress and dirt of my day. Relaxing sore muscles and my mental state. My thoughts wander back to the coffee shop girl. Her shapely ass in black lace panties. My cock swelled as I stroked it to the mental image. The thought of sliding my dick down her backside as she poured coffee, brought me closer to the edge. Her legs spread as I slowly slid myself inside her. Moans of pleasure from us fill the empty coffee shop, as we orgasm together. My cum splatters on the window of my shower, as the post wave of relaxation washes over me.
