Author's Note: This is a work of fantasy. The situations and people described are fictional.
I had been watching her for a couple of weeks. Not in the creepy way, you're probably thinking I mean. I just mean I would notice her every time she came into the coffee shop I worked in. She wasn't everyone's cup of tea, overweight maybe down right fat, but she carried it well.
She'd been coming in to do homework like almost all the college students that come into the coffee shop do. She'd usually be wearing an oversized sweatshirt with the University name blazoned across the chest. Her wavy red hair would usually be down to her mid back when she first entered the shop but somewhere in the middle of typing away at her laptop she would almost always pull it back into a high ponytail.
The days I'd notice her the most was when she would be wearing blue jeans that hugged her thighs and large ass in a way that would bring the most stoic man to his knees. I would watch from behind the counter as she bent to plug her lap top in, and think how great that ass must look bent over a bathroom counter.
Okay, I guess I have to admit that sometimes the way I watched her would be a little creepy. But what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right? And I can't help it if I'm an ass man.
I figured looking from a distance was the best I could do. I would very rarely work the cash register anymore, as my sometimes salty personality left me relegated to jobs not involving much customer interaction like making drinks or cleaning the toilets. But then last Friday, the wonder boy Zane, called out high so I got the honor of working double duty.
I had just finished enduring the lunch rush, and was trying to clean up the mess I had made behind the counter when she walked in.
"Good Afternoon, welcome in!" I said, as I walked to meet her at the register. It was the greeting we were supposed to say anytime somebody came into the store. Like we were actually happy to see that we were going to have to work. I think in my fifteen years of working at the store last Friday was the second time I had actually said it. Like I said, I can be salty.
"Hello, Kevin right?" she said with a little smile.
"That's right. Have we met?" I said, as I played it cool.
"Well not really," Allison said. "But I come here a lot and I've seen you working and I hear the other people call your name. But I don't think I've ever seen you work the register."
"Yeah well they don't like me doing it too much," I said. "Increases the chances I say something stupid to the wrong person."
Allison laughed a little, as I smiled at her. It was then that I got a good look at her face for the first time. Her cheeks dotted lightly with freckles, piercing blue eyes, and a small button nose. Her face was round but framed by her long red hair there was no denying her beauty.
"Let me guess," I said. "Large Soy Latte, extra foam and a cranberry scone, for Allison."
"So you do know me?" she said, a smile coming to her face.
"Well not really, I just make drinks and read the name on the cup," I said. "And once in a while I'll see who picks the cup up."
Allison smiled again, as she opened the wallet she had been holding.
"Today's on me," I said as I waved my hand.
"What?"
"You're my fifty second customer of the day, that should be worth some sort of prize right?"
"Thank you so much!" she said, her smile widening.
"Don't mention it," I said as I grabbed a large cup and turned to start making her drink.
She was wearing those jeans, the ones that hugged her ass so perfectly, and as I made her drink I watched her bend down along the far wall to plug in her computer charger as she got set up to do her work.
It wasn't unusual for Allison to stay at the coffee shop until we closed. She would work away on her laptop without even really looking up for the most part, unless someone was being particularly loud or asked her for the other vacant chair at the table she was occupying.
But this particular Friday afternoon we weren't very busy, which I was thankful for. It allowed me to rest after a morning spent running around behind the counter like a headless chicken. And it allowed me to occasionally watch Allison from a far as she studied, or wrote, or did whatever it is college kids do on laptops.
As I watched her my mind started to wander. Did she have a boyfriend? Probably not, it was closing in on 5PM on a Friday and she seemed in no rush to be going anywhere. And she could be found at the very same table most Fridays or Saturdays. And I bet she'd be there on Sunday's too if we had been open.
College guys don't know what they're missing, bypassing the bigger girls. The softness, the warmth. I have had my fair share of sex in the 40 plus years I've been on this earth, and more than a few of my favorites have been with women who had extra meat on them.
By the looks of it, Allison definitely did seem like she could take a pounding. And what I wouldn't give to see what those red lips would look like stretched around my cock, I thought at one point before realizing that my wandering mind had caused my cock to start inflating, and I was still on the clock.
With a shake of my head, as though that would get the mental image of a naked Allison sucking my cock out, I picked up the broom from along the back wall and started to sweep to get the store ready for closing.
"Don't mind me," I said, as I swept by Allison's table.
"No worries," she said. "Do you need me to go?"
"Not at all," I said, as I shook my head. "You still got a good forty five minutes. I'm just making sure the place looks it's best!"
"Ok, well you're doing a good job," Allison laughed.
"Thank you!" I replied, as I paused my sweeping as I stood on the other side of the round table she was seated at. "What are you working on?"
"A paper for my Lit class," Allison said. "This class is going to be the end of me."
"Lit class? Yuck," I said, exaggerating my disgust. "Sounds painful."
"It would be fine, but my professor isn't the best," Allison said. "And it stresses me 'cause I can't fail a class my freshman year."
