It was Wednesday, around lunchtime, and university had already finished for the day. To actually make use of the day, and not just lie in bed with Grindr which usually is the case, I had decided to go to a cafe to finalise my essay within sustainable operations. I had ordered my usual, a black coffee, a toast with chicken and pesto, and the cheapest cookie I could find. I have recently started going to the gym, something I often use as an excuse to have an extra cookie or two. I have never really liked my body, but have already started seeing muscles forming, especially around my chest, stomach, and arms, which has drastically increased my self-confidence.
I look into my computer as I take a bite of my cookie. I have only written half a page and is struggling to find motivation to continue. I study my reflection in the screen, my short blonde hair slicked to the side, my distinct jawline, and my soft lips. I force myself to write another sentence which results in me getting into some sort of a flow.
After a while, I get up to order a refill for my coffee. The cafe is still fairly empty as I walk to the counter. There is a young woman with two children having milkshakes, two seniors sharing biscuits, and one man reading the newspaper. I order a refill and the man behind the counter fills up my cup before I get back to my seat.
I grab my phone as I take a sip to see if I've missed out on anything. No new messages. I open instagram but finds nothing of interests. The only notification I had received was from an email broadcasting some sale. My boredom takes over me, and I take another quick scan around me before I open Grindr. I am met by the same old faces as the city I live in is on the smaller side. I habitually scroll through to see if anyone new has popped up but sees nothing of interest. Just when I'm about to close the app, I get a text from a nearby profile without a picture.
"Hey"
I'm contemplating whether I should respond directly or not when the next message pops up.
"Is this you?"
Just a second later, a photo of me sitting in the cafe pops up on my screen. My heart skips a beat as I quickly look around to see who could be typing, though everything looks ordinary. The woman is still trying to keep track of her children, the seniors are just finishing their cookies, and the man is still reading. My brain is trying to figure out who's on the other side of the screen while simultaneously trying to think of how to respond. Parts of me is scared, while another is curious and a little bit turned on. I respond:
"Who are you?"
I quickly get a reply.
"I want you"
"I'm in the toilet, come join me and I'll take care of you"
I have a second look around me, still seeing everyone in their normal places. I'm trying my best to recall if there has been anyone else who has entered the cafe, but with no success. I'm not used to this direct invitation, but in a weird way my body reacts to it and I can feel how my cock is getting harder from just the thought of walking to the toilets. I get up from my chair with a mixed feeling of hornyness and curiosity and walks towards the toilet door. There is only one toilet and it looks to be quite large. I can see that it's not locked as I put my hand on the door handle and opens it.
As I walk into the toilet, I see the man behind the counter cleaning the mirror. I quickly scan his body with my eyes. He is tall, has brown hair, and a muscular body. Probably in his late thirties. He is really hot. I get unsure if he really was the one typing.
"Oh sorry, I didn't know you were cleaning" I say.
"Don't you worry, lock that door behind you and come here". He throws away his cleaning cloth to the corner of the room and watches me as I walk towards him.
"I can't lie, I haven't been able to stop looking at you since you walked into the cafe. Good thing with working behind a counter is that no one could see when I was touching myself thinking of you. And when your face popped up on Grindr I just knew I needed you". He takes another step towards me.
"Now, get down on your knees won't you?" He says as he put his hand on top of my head, pushing me down in front of him.
