1. Take Me Like Your Coffee 1 - Just What I Ordered


    Date: 12/22/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: TakeMeLikeYourCoffee, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    the moist ball of paper from my pocket I couldn't resist the urge to unwrap it and read his note again. It was written on a printed bill for a single latte - just what I ordered - but I figured that it was what the green dress girl was drinking too. A few hours later, I was somehow completely unsurprised to find myself strolling trough the streets next to that cafe. Around a quarter past six I involuntarily ended up by the, now closed, cafe. The blond barista stood there alone, leaning against the closed shutters, waiting for something. I figured that there is a change he thinks that the girl found his note, took it and then stood him up, so I decided to approach him, explain that it was me who took the note and what happened. As I approached him, I was surprised to see him smile, rather than looking stood up and mopey. "So the green-dressed cutie didn't show up after all, did she?" I asked him not very tactfully, trying to figure out why he was smiling. As he digested my question I watched his face go trough a sequence of emotions: surprise, thoughtfulness and finally eureka moment, drifting smoothly into a mischievous smile. He looked at me grinning without a word, and slowly, very, very slowly I started understanding what this is all about; he wasn't waiting here for her, that note was ...
    intended for me in the first place! He wanted me to pick him up from work, and that's what I was apparently doing just now. It was my turn to be baffled, my animate face going trough a comical storm of facial expressions: from feeling lost and confusion to some shy, disbelieving flatter and interest. I looked at him already opening my mouth to say something, but he grabbed me violently by my shoulders. Maybe he was simply afraid that I will say something stupid again, because he pressed me hard against the metal security blinds with a loud rattle and kissed me. It felt surprisingly good, forceful, warm and very very sexy. We made out for a good few minutes, in the deafening noise of metal blinds I leaned against, as I tried to release myself from his grasp without much conviction. At some point I had enough. I grabbed his hand and started walking towards my flat, dragging him behind me. If he didn't want me to talk, I was happy to provide other means of entertainment, all sorts of means. Walking briskly, dragging him behind me, I could still feel pleasantly painful lines of bruises on my back from being pressed against the hard metal of cafe's blinds, and every step was pleasantly painful. Walking, I made plans for many more bruises to be inflicted that evening in my apartment. All sorts of plans. o
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