Lou's Cafe: Just Desserts

Sweat dripped down her back and her button-up white shirt clung to every inch of her pale skin. Her dark auburn hair curled and frizzed just above her shoulders, flowing with the little breeze coming from her makeshift fan of menu cards.

"Thanks for doing double today, Cora!" Lou, the owner of the cafe, put his apron and hat on, whistling his way to the kitchen. He was not happy Allie called in sick, but since it's a quiet day and Cora offered to take the shift, he's oddly cheerful.

Cora washed her face with cold water, pat herself dry, and reapplied a hint of makeup to freshen up. Break time was over. Only two and a half hours to go before Julie can come and take over.

Lou's is a small beachside cafe, favoured by locals and tourists alike. Despite its humble size, the cafe had plenty of eclectic seating, enough to host large groups of people, and had open walls leading to a roofed patio facing the beach. This particular hour was often the calmer part of the day. The cafe was empty except for three tables -- a patio table with a sugary sweet couple, making goo-goo eyes over cups of foamy latte cocktails; a disheveled-looking man with eyebags dark enough to match his jet black hair, hunched over his laptop, madly typing and sipping his nitro brew at the same time; and an elder lady quietly reading her book by the window, content as the soft breeze touched her silver hair and loose pink kaftan dress.

Cora stood at the hostess booth to catch some of the salty sea breeze, thankful for the silence. Not for long, a tall, lean man with piercings all over his ears walked in the cafe. He didn't look like any of the locals.

"For one?" Cora approached him, holding a menu card which she almost dropped when she got a closer look of his chiseled face and turquoise eyes as he tried to wipe his sweat and his blonde hair away from his eyes. She noticed a scar and a silver ring piercing on his left brow. He tug at his white tee to free it from his light grey jogger, flapping the fabric to cool himself off. Without thinking, Cora handed him her handkerchief.

"Yes, please" he smiled softly, taking her handkerchief and finally getting a closer look of her. "Thank y--" he was transfixed by her golden, amber eyes that the beads of sweat running down his brow were no longer a bother. His eyes traveled the planes of her face, lingering long enough on her slightly parted rosy lips. An idea popped up in his mind, but he needed to be patient. Ashamed of his lewd thoughts, he wiped his brows and hid his face behind the handkerchief as blood rushed to his cheeks. "I'd like a booth, please. At that corner."

Cora felt a shiver down her spine. Why that booth? Most people would've picked a beach view, especially tourists. "Follow me," her voice quivered as she led the man to his seat at the farthest corner of the cafe.

The short walk to the booth gave him a chance to marvel at Cora's waist, the little swing of her hips, and the roundness of her ass. He imagined burying his face between her cushioned cheeks, a rush of blood filling up his cock at the thought. Just as he stopped his intrusive thoughts, he sat at the edge of the booth looking up in time as Cora leaned down to hand him the menu. His eyes landed on her perky, round breasts, her smooth skin giving off a light sheen from her sweat.

"Um... uh, please have a look," Cora stammered, feeling a thrill from the weight of his stare. He met her eyes and looked away quickly, more aroused. Realizing what she just said and noticing his slightly parted lips and flushed face made Cora feel equally embarrassed, ready to flee to the kitchen for some refuge. "I'll be back to get your order. Anything to drink to start?"

"Y-yes," he cleared his throat. "Some iced tea, please."

He watched her speed walk to the kitchen, leaving him in a daze. He wanted her and he thought maybe she wanted him, too.

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With her back against the bathroom door, Cora let out a deep sigh. There's nothing much she can do about her sweaty, clingy shirt at this point but seeing herself in the mirror made her realize how the fabric is now almost see-through, exposing hints of her curves. Who is this lustful, wild-eyed girl? Maybe it's the hot weather messing with her head, but she could feel the wetness between her legs, and it wasn't from sweating.

'Am I... in heat?'

She turned on the faucet and let the water run to cool. Never had she experienced a sudden wave of desire. She soaked her hand in the cold, running water, dried them, and patted her cheeks with her cool hands.

'Alright, girl! You gotta stay professional and cool and calm and collected, and in no way will I be swayed by that pretty face.'

After regaining her composure, she walked back to his table with her touchpad and a poker face.

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"A grilled chicken waffle sandwich, and a medium iced cappuccino with a shot of vodka," entering his order on her touchpad. "Anything else I can get for you?"

"Yes, I'd like one of your..." he paused, his face looking up at Cora but not quite looking at her eyes, blushing "... c-cream buns, please. With extra cream on it."

'Ah, he's so shy and cute. Is he embarrassed for liking sweet things? Or does he mean creaming my buns instead? Agh! Girl, Snap out of it!'

"Noted. Anything else?" she said with the brightest smile, pretending to ignore her thoughts to pounce on this poor, unsuspecting hottie.

"That's it for now. Thank you."

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With over an hour left to the end of Cora's shift, the next girl is about to arrive to take her place.

She peeked through the kitchen's double doors. He seemed to have finished his meal and focused on his phone, probably texting someone.

Just when she thought she was being discreet, the man looked up and met her eyes. She immediately hid away, embarrassed he caught her. If only she had held her stare a second longer, she would have seen him look down and turn beet red.

Her heart was rushing. And so was his.

Still reeling from that awkward moment, Cora steeled herself to deliver his cream bun to his table. The man held her hand as she set the small spoon down the table. Looking straight into her eyes, he asked, "will you have this desert with me?"

Cora was surprised at his proposal. He had been shy this whole time.

"Please?" the man squeezed Cora's hand, looking at her with hopeful eyes.

"Let me grab another spoo--"

"No need," he tugged Cora's hand lightly and his eyes more determined than before. "Please. Stay."

He stood and without letting go of her hand, gestured for her to sit in the booth. Her heart was pounding. Is this really happening? Fuck, yes.

"I'm Johan," he sat on his spot, nudging her to move deeper in the booth. They talked about mostly mundane things about the town, and she found out that he's visiting his cousins and that this was his last day here. Cora felt at ease, but underneath the pleasant conversation was this delicious tension pulling their bodies closer.

She could taste his desire for her, noticing his long pole hiding beneath his joggers. Her knees turned toward him inviting his hand to touch her legs, while they shared the cream bun and tried hard to keep the conversation flowing. With her legs spreading slightly, his touch inched closer to his goal, raising her short tight skirt up her thighs. Cora's lips drooled--she imagined his hands all over her. What would it feel to straddle his long fingers?

Unsure when they stopped focusing on each other's words, Cora felt Johan's face inch closer to her. In a blinding flash of lust, she closed the distance and kissed his soft, sensual lips. He welcomed the attack and returned it tenfold, pressing every inch of her body onto his as possible. She opened her mouth to welcome his taste, caressing his tongue in hers and both her hands pushing his face on her.

Of course, Lou never cared if any of his employees got busy at work so long as they got their jobs done. This was no exception. But she felt the rush knowing the customers could catch her in the act.

They tried to shift farther in the booth, when they got interrupted by the sound of his phone dropping under the table. "Sorry, did I startle you?" his hand rubbed the small of her back. "I'm just gonna get my phone."

With a small peck on the lips and a deep look in her garnet eyes, Johan disappeared beneath the table for minutes while Cora sat up, fixed her clothes and awkwardly waited for him to come back to his seat, wondering what was taking him so long. She took a spoon of cream and a piece of the bun while contemplating looking under the table. Is he looking at my pussy? She parted her legs slightly in case he's checking her out.

Soon, she felt his head move between her knees, his warm metal earrings brushing against her smooth skin. He stopped just as he drew near her pussy, gazing up at her with his ocean eyes and waiting for her approval.

Too shy to say a word, Cora looked away, spread her legs more and shifted her hips to meet Johan's face, giving him all the green light he needed to bury his face in her wetness. His kisses felt so warm through her thin cotton panties. His fingers hooked underneath the fabric and rubbed her juicy hole, never taking his eyes off of her face. It turned him on more watching her struggle to stifle her moans and keep a straight face.

Cora kept her eyes closed, trying to focus on savouring the cream bun, not noticing the small dollop of white cream on the right corner of her swollen lips. Johan pictured his long, hard shaft fucking her pretty face to orgasm. He bet he'd release so much cum that it drips off her lips.

As Cora was about to help herself with another spoonful of cream, he pulled her drenched panties to the side and pushed a finger in her hungry hole. Shocked by his sudden assault, she dropped the spoon on her aroused sex. He watched the cream cover her tender, swollen pussy, and continued rubbing her insides with his long finger while he imagined her walls strangling his hard cock. He felt her loosening for him so he sticks another finger in, stuffing the dripping cream inside her. He looked up and locked eyes with Cora, sticking his tongue out, and slowly moving closer to get his first taste of her raw sweetness. She held her breath and braced herself for an onslaught of pleasure.

Johan dug his lips into her pussy and ran his tongue all over her slit in one deep, long stroke, licking the cream slowly as he savoured the erotic concoction mixed with her sweet juice.

"Aaah--mmm! Mmh!" she convulsed and shivered, feeling liquid heat flowing out of her. He muffled her moans with a napkin, pushing the cloth in her mouth to keep her quiet. With the same hand, he ripped her buttoned shirt open and cupped her round breast. The other hand secured her gyrating hips in place. Cora, eyes wide and sweaty, screamed in pleasure as she sunk deeper in the booth.

As she was coming off her orgasm, she felt his warm, soft tongue French kissing her tender labia. Her hips welcomed his digging tongue on pure instinct, raising her pussy in time to match his movement. Her hands blindly searched for something to grasp to release her building arousal. Instead, her hands landed on the cream bun, knocking the plate off the table and on her belly.

Seeing the mess all over Cora, Johan climbed on her as he licked her clean, covered her nipples with the cream and his warm tongue, while guiding her cream-covered hands over her pussy, encouraging her to finger herself. Her two fingers slid inside her so easily. He continued squeezing, licking and sucking her full breasts, letting sound of her wetness fill the quiet room.

He paused to admire Cora wildly pumping more cream into her hungry hole, spreading her thighs and pussy for a better view, picturing stuffing his own cream into her.

Seeing her leaking arousal, he stuck a finger in her ass, spread her folds and played with her clit with his tongue. Cora mindlessly humped his finger as his mouth sucked on her clit.

"Yes, cum for me, Cora," he pushed another finger in her asshole and watched her flushed face turn scarlet, mouth open with her tongue sticking out, begging to be fucked. He pulled her hand away from her pussy, fucked her with his tongue, and just as she was about to squirt, surrounded her hole with his mouth, drinking in her arousal.

Clarity returned and Cora felt so embarrassed how she just did all these lewd things with a customer and even squirted on his face.

"Please let me get you some towels," she tried not to look at him, straightened her clothes in a rush, and pointed to the bathroom. "You can wash up this way."

He pulled her hand as he got up from under the table before she could run away, looked at her with puppy dog eyes. Awh! How could I leave him?

She tried to avoid his eyes by looking down only to see a wet patch on his jogger and a throbbing, excited pole squirming underneath. "Meet me when you're done?"

"Hey Cora! I'm here," a sandy-haired, slender girl called out as she entered the kitchen.

"Thanks, Julie," she called out to her as she took her hand away from Johan's grasp. "You can settle the bill with Julie," she told Johan, walking away from him.

He cleaned himself up as best as he could in the bathroom then went to the front to pay for his meal. Just when Johan thought he was rejected, Julie handed a piece of paper with his change. He was about to throw it away when he noticed it was a message meant for him, with what he assumed was Cora's handwriting.

"Meet me behind the cafe in 10 mins".