The Licking Sip Coffee Shop

Lana peered around the corner from the back room, her leggings pooled at her ankles like wimpy cuffs. Many tables had patrons seated at them already. Was he here yet though?

The droning of machines filled the air as they spilled brown drink delights into cups. The freshly ground coffee aroma, rich and thick, plugged her nostrils full. Full enough to block out the shock wave of aftershave that usually hung in the coffee shop like a near-toxic fog. Her brain now associated the smell of coffee with her swollen erotic feelings, swelling enough to seek popping. She smiled a naughty smile. Gonna get it. Umph, umph, umph, yeah. She twerked.

“Gonna get it. Pounded today,” she sang in a whisper.

Her bits blissfully sent out a twitch.

The cool air brushed her now bare flesh as she adjusted the waist of her skirt below her belly button. Saliva thickened in the back of her throat as she tried to swallow her lust down to her gut.

Lana needed him here today. She needed his touch and his care, his hungry eyes.

“Order for Michael is ready,” Celeste waved her arm towards the blue-green cup with a white plastic lid, a lone drink on the orders-up counter. She pulled her wench top-down, snugging the elastic below her C cups. “Hit me.” She stretched her arms wide, pushing her peaked tips out, her head back.

Harley’s pick for uniforms without a single hesitation for the coffee shop waitstaff. The owner gets...