She was the reason he came in every morning.. He really didn't like coffee enough to pay $4.50 a cup but knew her schedule by heart. He knew from her nametag that she was Maria and had started greeting her by name as he ordered. She would smile and say good morning to him like she did to the other customers before him but it made his heart jump just the same. She was not the youngest worker in the shop but she was the only one who made his heart race. He would change lines when she wasn't looking to be sure it was her that waited on him. He was hoping that she noticed him more than the others but knew he was probably kidding himself. He ordered the most complicated drinks they made just so he could watch her walking behind the counter...her short skirt raising precariously as she bent over to get items from below the countertop. His career as a college track athlete had given him a great appreciation for athletic legs and hers were everything he wanted on a woman.
He knew she lived in the apartment complex around the corner from the shop. He knew when she left work and had followed her home a few times... walking on the other side of the street of course to stay out of her view. He was lucky that her apartment was on the second floor and faced the quiet side street. He had seen her walking around her apartment after work, unbuttoning her blouse as she moved from the living room to the bedroom. He had gotten lucky and seen her once or twice in her bra as she removed her blouse and threw it in the direction of what he assumed was her bed. But it was the night when he had been downtown and he had decided to walk her street that changed his attitude toward her forever... made him want her.
She was standing by the bedroom window .. closer than she should have been. She was wrapped in a large yellow bath towel.. her hair wet and her face flushed. He assumed she had just gotten out of the shower as he stood in the shadows of the doorway across the street, smiling at his luck. Her breasts are barely contained in that bizarre origami towel tuck that only women seem to know how to do. Was she aware that she could be seen from the street?
As he was pondering his opportunity, she dropped the towel to the floor. She was standing with her back to him as she looked at what he assumed was a mirror. Her long brown hair, still wet from her shower hung down to the small of her back. Where the hair ends her rounded ass began. He could feel his cock becoming instantly erect at the sight of her...well proportioned, muscular without a hint of a tan line on her anywhere. With her head turned to the side, he could see the slight smile on her lips .. she was obviously as happy with her body as he was. As she turns to look at herself from the other side, he hears himself gasp at the first view of her breasts. Even from this far away, he can see her nipple are erect as she views herself.
He had imagined her body all of those times he had watched her making coffee for him but now understood that his imagination was no match for what he was now admiring. She had been a fantasy for those times when he needed to relieve his sexual tension but he now saw that reality was so beyond what his mind had pictured. Her hazel green eyes and long hair made his heart skip a beat so many times ... now he wanted to be standing there with her .. looking deeply into them as he held her face in his hands and kissed her soft lips gently.
His mind was drawn back to the reality of the moment as he watched her step toward her bedroom window .. totally naked and visible to anyone with the luck to look upward. He had not realized that her patio door was open until she stepped through it and out onto her small window deck. Does she know he is there?
He watched her swing her head gently, causing her hair to swing across her shoulders and cover her breasts. She raised one hand to take in a handful of hair and stroked the other with the brush she had carried out with her. His eyes followed each stroke as they moved from her head down her body. It was then he notices the lightly trimmed hair between her legs. The hair only highlighted the length of her legs. He did not know exactly how long she stood there before turning and walking back into her apartment. To him, it seemed like an eternity. He was sure she could see his wide smile in the doorway. It was then that he made his plan to have her.
The next morning during his usual coffee run, he could not help but see her in a new light .. he knew what was straining to escape the t-shirt she had on under her apron. He knew what was hiding just beneath her short skirt as she bent over to get the skim milk from the refrigerator under the counter. He could swear that she was smiling at him a little longer than usual. Her hazel eyes shimmered as the sunshine poured in through the shop window, showing highlights of green color as they glanced up at him.
He was not ashamed of how his body had aged. His six foot frame had added a few pounds to his younger, more athletic frame over the years. His brown hair had thinned and showed signs of gray. Glasses now covered his blue eyes but did nothing to dim the desire that had been born inside him as he watched her the night before. He wished he could just ask her out and know that she would be agreeable but knew better. He knew he was at least 20 years her elder and that she probably had many younger men to choose from. She was surely the cougar that many of these younger men were hoping to experience in their lives. He could see the younger guys in line staring at her while they awaited their few minutes to be with her. He left the shop knowing that he would take the first opportunity he had to be with her.
His chance came sooner than he expected. His group of friends convinced him that the downtown sports bar was the ideal place to watch the playoff game. The bar scene had long since passed him by but he had been single for a while now and they kept telling him there would be lots of drunk and possibly horny women there that might want to keep him company for the evening. He decided that he might get lucky if they were drunk enough but his real motivation was that the bar was just down the street from the coffee shop and he might get a chance to walk by Maria's apartment building before he went home if he didn't get lucky. Just the thought of maybe getting to see her again had him excited. But it turned out even better than he could have hoped as he saw her standing at the bar with her girlfriends.
Her dress barely contained her. The spaghetti straps strained to contain her ample breasts and the hem showed as much leg as it could without being indecent. The number of bottles in front of her told him she had been there for awhile. She appeared to be the oldest woman in her little group but certainly did not appear old. She more than held her own as she raised the beer bottle to her lips. No girly white wine spritzer or umbrella drink for her, he thought.
His buddies found a table near one of the large television screens and they all settled in for the game. Both teams played well and the score was tight throughout but he found his eyes constantly wandering back to Maria and her friends. He kept trying to catch her eye but she was obviously having fun with her friends, talking loudly and laughing about things he could not quite make out over the noise of the bar. His hope of making a connection with her faded as the playoff clock wound down to the final buzzer.
His mind and body were feeling the effects of more alcohol than he had consumed in quite some time. He knew it was time to go but couldn't bring himself to leave while Maria was still there. Her apartment was a short walk from the bar and he knew the way there by heart. Maybe he would follow her and hope for another show like the one he saw the other night. He might even be brave enough to take care of himself in that dark alleyway as he watched her prepare for bed.
She was saying her goodbyes to her friends as he told his friends he had to leave. He was paces behind her as she left the bar. She was walking a bit uneasily as she left. He broke his usual pattern and followed her along the same sidewalk instead of hiding across the street. His paced picked up as he imagined reaching out to her .. a sound or a clearing of the throat that would make her turn and look his way. Maybe she would recognize him.
His focus returned to reality as Maria stumbled on a raised block in the sidewalk. She regained her balance as her purse spilled over the sidewalk. His opportunity had finally arrived. He rushed forward and began helping her gather its contents .. startling her at first from the look in you eyes. As they continued to pick up the keys, wallet and makeup from the ground he could see a question in her eyes?
"Thanks," she said. "Don't I know you from somewhere?"
"From the coffee shop," he replied.
"Oh yeah," she said with a smile. "Thought you looked familiar. Well, thanks again."
So this was has his big chance was going to end ... Maria walking off as he stood there. He couldn't let that happen.
"Are you okay? I would be happy to walk you home if you want."
"Had a bit too much to drink tonight with my friends. Maybe that would be a good idea. Thanks."
