Venti mocha. He sat at the small table in the corner against the wall. He always came to the coffee shop an hour before close, ordered the same drink, sat in the same seat. His briefcase was open, papers filled the table, occasional tapping on the keys of his laptop. There was always work to be completed but he never worked on it here. The scene he created was a diversion from the task at hand. He used his cell phone to take pictures of one of the girls behind the counter.
In high school and college, he sought after the cheerleader type, skinny, blonde, perky. He realized now that most of those girls had no substance, mentally, emotionally, or physically. These days, his eyes were drawn to voluptuous brunettes. The barista certainly fit the description. Her breasts were barely contained in her polo shirt prison. Her khaki pants always hugged her curves. She was the perfect thickness and he could not divert his attention away from her ass when she turned her away from him. There were other girls working in the shop who gained more attention from the male customers but she never showed that she was upset and because of this, he was even more attracted to her. She knew who she was and she was happy. Even her smile gave him an erection.
It was a few minutes before closing time and the only other customers were an elderly couple at the other end of the shop. The girl began to clean tables when she knocked a box of sugar packets on the floor. He reached for his phone and snapped a picture as she bent over. His peripheral vision made him believe that the elderly couple had seen what he had done. He glanced over and the old woman was looking in his direction. He thought that he had overstayed his welcome this evening and quickly packed his briefcase. As he exited, he hadn't noticed that one of the papers had fallen to the floor. The girl noticed the paper just as the car left the parking lot. She slipped it in her apron pocket and continued cleaning.
She turned the dome light on in her car and unfolded the paper in her pocket. Most of the information was foreign to her but she did find what she was looking for. She drove to the address, just outside the city limits. She thought to herself that she was crazy for doing it but the paper contained detailed financial figures. The thought of the owner's gratitude made the trip worthwhile and she continued on.
The house was at the top of the hill. She parked on the street and walked up the driveway. She saw a single light coming from the house, flickering from behind curtains. Instead of knocking on the front door, her feet led her to the window. She felt intense guilt and her heart was racing as she peered through a small crack between the curtains. The light was coming from a computer monitor which displayed a picture of her picking up sugar packets. She was void of all emotion until her eyes scanned the room and saw the guy who always sat in the corner. His pants were down and one of his hands was firmly gripping his eight inch cock while his eyes were glued to the jpeg. She struggled to breathe as she watched him. She felt no anger or shame, only warmth between her legs. He sped up as he began to climax. Her eyes were wide as a long, thick stream of semen raced out of his cock. He continued to come for a few seconds. She was amazed by the amount of ejaculate he had produced and momentarily forgot where she was when she blurted out Wow! He looked up as he cleaned the area and she immediately began to sprint.
She glanced back only once halfway down the hill. A light was on now and she saw his shadow moving. When she reached the car, she drove away and began to assess the situation. There was no real reason to run. She could have called him out for spying on her and invading her privacy and personal space. She thought he could have pursued her for trespassing. She put what happened aside and thought about the rest of the situation. How long had he been photographing her? Her mind went back to the point of climax. His head was back and he had come more than she had ever seen before. He was completely aroused by a picture of her in her work uniform. He was not unattractive but she had only noticed him as a regular. After seeing his cock, her mind opened. The moisture began to build in her panties again. She took a deep breath and continued home, sorting out the events of the past hour.
He thought that he had heard a sound outside his window. He quickly closed the picture file and cleaned himself as he reached for the light. He scanned all the areas in and around his home but found nothing. Maybe the guilt had caught up with him. His mind raced and sleep would not come for quite some time.
After extensive deliberation, he decided to return to the coffee shop the next evening. When the line thinned out and he reached the counter, the erection was almost immediate. She wore a low cut shirt, exposing more of her large breasts. She handed him his latte, a napkin, and a warm smile. He was motionless for a moment and then snapped back to reality. He gave her ten dollars for a five dollar cup of coffee and told her to keep the change. He was unable to make eye contact the whole time. She glanced down and saw the erection as he walked away. It was hard to miss.
He reached his table and spread out his usual paperwork fort. He looked up to see her taking her apron off and saying goodnight to her coworkers. His heart sank as she walked out the door but he did get a short glimpse of her perfectly round ass. He finished the coffee as he gathered up his paperwork. He picked up the napkin she gave to him and a folded piece of paper fell out. Slowly unfolding the paper, he looked over it. It was a financial statement from his company with a handwritten note at the bottom.
I saw you last night. I saw you.
He stopped breathing and his heart stopped as well. He had heard something outside and now he knew that it was her. What did this note mean? How much did she see? How pissed is she that I have been watching her? Although he was over six feet tall, he felt about an inch tall as he left the coffee shop.
He drove home with a huge lump of shame in his throat. He turned the car off and held his head low as he walked the sidewalk to his home. He put the key in the lock and began to turn it when a voice came from behind him.
"I saw you."
His fingers opened and the briefcase fell to the porch floor. He was almost paralyzed; the only motion was the rise and fall of his ribcage as he breathed. He heard the steps behind him and he felt her breasts press against his back. Her arms wrapped around his waist and unfastened his pants. His erection shot out like it was connected to a spring. She put both hands around his cock and pulled her body closer to his.
"Why didn't you just ask? I mean, how long have you wanted this?"
She gently squeezed his balls as she firmly stroked him. He put his hands out and braced himself against the front door.
"Oh, don't get too comfortable. Turn around."
She held on to the base of his shaft and turned him towards her. When they faced each other, his night vision had adjusted enough to make out her face in the moonlight. He thought that she looked more aroused than he was. She looked up at him and continued to stroke him slowly.
