My third job was at an internet provider in a major downtown area. It was a massive building with multiple floors and a bunch of other companies all centrally located with a coffee shop and eatery at the bottom floor. It was at this coffee shop one morning that I met Krystal, a short, dark haired Latina girl that made a great cup of coffee. Every morning when I would come in, she lug her little frame and massive tits from one side of the counter to the other, greeting people and making an assortment of various caffeinated delights.
After the morning rush, things would slow down to a crawl, and this was typically when I would come downstairs for a second cup and chat. It was very difficult not to get caught staring at her massive chest, especially when she would start laughing. Over the next couple of weeks, we became friendly, trading flirtatious barbs while I swallowed down my second cup.
One weekend, my phone rings and I get told that a major line is down. So I get my car and race to work in the hopes that this isn't going to take an entire afternoon. When I walk into the downstairs area, Krystal acts surprised when I come up to the counter on a weekend. I briefly explain what happened as she makes me a cup, and hurry off to my office to get to work.
It's a massive fucking mess, but after getting a couple of routes added I was able to negate the largest chunk of the issue. I leave my desk and go into the lobby bathroom to take of things, but when I walk out there's Krystal with a cup of coffee in her hand. She explains that since she knew I didn't have time to come get a second cup, she figured that she would just bring me one. I thank her and we sit down on the lobby couch and chat for a minute. She explains that she had never been in any of the offices, so we get up and I show her around.
