Mark Thompson had a regular morning routine on the days he had to work, and one of the things that was high on his list was his morning coffee. Without his daily caffeine, his day was ruined before it ever got started. So on his way to work, he made a point of stopping by his favorite little coffee shack, the Coffee Cabana, every morning. He liked this place because it was handy to his regular route to the office, the coffee was good, and the girls who worked there were friendly.

He was friendly to all the girls who worked at the coffee shack, but one in particular, Giselle, was his favorite. Whenever he came by, he would ask if she was working and if so, he made sure she was the one who waited on him. He’d chat with her while his coffee was being made and ask her how business was, or how her day was going so far. She, in return, would always have a smile for him and would put a smiley face on his cup, wishing him a good day before he left.

This pattern began shortly after he started working for the accounting firm, and it started out as just a friendly way to start the day. But as time went on, the conversations he and Giselle would have slowly got more personal.

He found out that she was actually working two jobs – she would work at the Coffee Cabana five days a week from 5AM to 9AM during the morning rush. Then, on three days out of the week, she worked at the local Stop ‘n’ Save convenience store as a cashier from 5PM to 10PM.

He also learned that in addition to her working, she was attending night school two nights a week, trying to get her nursing degree. Mark learned that Giselle was raised by her aunt after both her mother and father passed away, and that she had moved to Seattle from Oklahoma when they did.

One Friday, on his way to get his morning coffee, Mark decided to ask Giselle if she’d like to go out sometime. He thought they were well-enough acquainted and friends enough so that she might agree to it. So as he pulled up to the window, Mark summoned up the courage to ask.

“Hi Giselle, how is your morning going today?” he said.

“Hi Mark. Oh, it’s kinda slow today, actually. Is it a holiday or something?” she asked.

“Not that I’m aware of. Maybe it’s just a slow day for some reason.”

“I guess so. Well here is your coffee, hon. Have a good day and a great weekend!” she said, after putting her trademark smiley face on his cup.

“Speaking of the weekend, I was wondering ... um ... would you ... would you like to go out this weekend?” he said, stammering a little.

She stood there for a minute as if thinking about it. Mark was starting to get worried and then she suddenly snapped out of it. “Sure, when did you want to go out?” she asked.

“How about tomorrow night, unless you are busy?”

“No, tomorrow night is fine. What time and what did you have in mind?”

“How about 7:00 tomorrow night. There’s a nice Mexican restaurant that just opened up I was wanting to try out – unless you don’t like Mexican food.”

“Oh, I love Mexican food! That sounds great. Okay, 7:00 tomorrow night then,” she said, with a big smile.

Mark took his cup and headed off to work after that. He was quite pleased with himself and looked forward to the weekend even more than usual. The rest of that day Mark had a hard time keeping his focus on his work. His mind kept wandering back to the cute bikini-topped Giselle in her coffee shack and imagining what it would be like when he had her across the dinner table from him.

He had imagined that scene many times before. To be honest, he had a little crush on the girl. And who could blame him, Giselle was a very attractive 24 year old girl with a happy, bubbly nature. She had the perfect looks and personality to be a coffee barista!

Finally the day came to a close, and Mark left work and headed home. It was a fitful night’s sleep that night, Mark had a hard time getting to sleep and he woke up a couple times during the night. Saturday dragged by ... Mark was looking forward to their dinner date and the time just didn’t seem to want to pass.

At long last, it was getting close to the time for their date, so he started getting ready. He wanted to look nice but not overdressed, this was just a casual dinner not a five star restaurant! He picked out a nice pair of slacks and a shirt that fit him well. He put on a sport coat to add a bit more class and he was ready.

Mark had spent part of the day getting his car cleaned inside and out so he could make a good impression on Giselle. He got in the car and headed over to the address she had written on the piece of paper she had given him yesterday with his coffee. Pulling up to the building, he noticed it was a low income housing complex – several buildings containing apartments surrounding a small park and playground area. The buildings were all secure with locking front doors so he rang the buzzer on her particular building and an older woman answered the intercom.

“Yes?” the voice came over the intercom.

“I’m here to pick up Giselle,” he said into the device.

“Come on up.” He heard the door buzz and he went inside. He climbed the two flights of stairs to her apartment. She met him at the door and took him inside.

“Mark, this is my Aunt Martha. I think I’ve told you I live with my aunt,” she said, introducing him.

“Hello, Mark Thompson,” he said, introducing himself and shaking her hand lightly.

“Martha Reynolds, nice to meet you Mark. Giselle here has told me you are an accountant?” she said.

“Yes I work over at Williams and McKee Accounting as a junior accountant. I am still working on getting my full licensing. I have about six more months of apprenticeship before I become a full accountant,” he explained.

“I see. Well you two have a good time,” she said.

“We will, Aunt Martha. Don’t wait up, you know you need your sleep and I have my key,” Giselle told her aunt, kissing her on the cheek. They left to go downstairs to the car.

“Now that we are alone, I just have to tell you how beautiful you look. I wanted to say it when I first saw you, but I didn’t want Aunt Martha to think anything bad of me,” Mark said when they got downstairs. Giselle did look amazing in her off-the-shoulder style black stretch-knit mini-dress and black strappy high heel sandals.

“Thank you, Mark. You look nice too. But then you always look nice since I see you on your way to work,” she said.

“Well, I enjoy seeing you on my way to work. You are a very nice way to start the day,” he said.

“You are sweet,” Giselle said, taking his hand. Mark looked over at her and saw she had a little blush to her face.

“Mark, I just realized upstairs when you introduced yourself to my Aunt Martha that I didn’t even know your last name until then! Mine is Anderson. Giselle Anderson,” she said.

“Oh, not Reynold’s then?” he said.

“No, I still have my parents name, Aunt Martha thought it best I keep their name and so she didn’t formally adopt me,” she explained

“I see. So what does your aunt do?” Mark said.

“She doesn’t work. She is on disability income and we get support from the state. Plus I help out with my jobs. At least while I can,” she said.

“What do you mean while you can?” he asked, innocently.

“Well the only reason I can live with my aunt is because I am still in school. Otherwise my income would disqualify her from receiving her disability income. So as soon as I finish my college classes, I will have to leave,” she said sadly. “She wouldn’t be able to stay in her apartment without her income, and we couldn’t afford to live anyplace on just what I bring in. We’re kind of caught between a rock and a hard place!”

“Yeah, that sucks,” he said, sorry that he brought the conversation down.

“Well, we still have a couple years and who knows what will happen between now and then. I can only take a couple classes a semester with work and all, so it’s slow going as far as getting through college,” she said, trying to change the subject.

About that time they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. “We’re here. I’ve wanted to try this place out since it opened, and being here with you makes it even better!” he said. Giselle smiled and took his hand as he helped her out of the car.

“Hi, Welcome to Miguel’s, is there just two of you tonight?” the hostess said, meeting them at the door.

“Yes, just the two of us. Can we get a table someplace quiet and out of the way?” Mark asked. The hostess smiled knowingly, and took them to an intimate little corner of the building where they could talk and the whole place wouldn’t see them.

“Mark, I’m really glad you asked me out tonight,” she said.

“Oh, why is that?” he said, a bit surprised at her remark.

“Well, can I tell you a little secret? I was actually working up the courage to ask you if you wanted to go out ... you just beat me to it!” she said, looking down and blushing bright red.

“Really? I didn’t think you even noticed me! I mean you are sweet when I stop by, but I figured I was just another customer and you were nice to everyone,” he said.

“Oh no! I have ... I have been attracted to you for awhile now. Mark, I just didn’t know you felt the same way. Isn’t that funny, we both thought the other wasn’t interested all this time!”

They both laughed at the circumstances and talked a bit more until their meal came. They enjoyed the food and each others’ company as they ate. Mark was having a wonderful time talking and being with Giselle and she seemed to be enjoying herself too. At least that’s what he hoped. But he was soon to find out how much.

“Would you excuse me for a minute?” she said, as she finished her dinner. Mark rose as she got up and headed to the ladies room. He sat there as the waitress brought the check for the dinner over and he wrote out a check for the amount and tip. A couple minutes later Giselle came back.

“Well I guess we can leave, the waitress has already brought the check,” he told her.

“Oh, okay,” she said. They walked out to the car and he seated her and went around to his side to get in. As soon as he seated himself and turned the car on, he turned to her.

“Well, where to now? It’s still a bit early unless you need to get back home,” he said.

“Mark, I hope you don’t think wrong of me, but ... can we go to your place? You see, between work, school, and taking care of my aunt, I don’t have any kind of a social life. And I am having so much fun being here with you, I just don’t want to go home right away,” she said, taking his hand.

Mark looked into her sweet face and saw something in her eyes. A pleading, a need that he had never seen in anyone before. He had this inner desire to hold her, to protect her, and shield her from whatever it was that was hurting her.

“Sure,” he said, “My place isn’t far from here.” He hit the gas and they headed for his apartment.

“Come on in,” he said, when they got to his apartment, “you’ll have to excuse the mess, I wasn’t expecting to bring you back home with me!”

She came inside, “Oh don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting to either, but it’s fine. You have a nice place here, Mark,” she said.

“Well make yourself comfortable. Want something to drink? I have soda, water, or I may be able to scare up a couple beers if you like,” Mark said, smiling.

“A beer would be nice if you have a couple of them,” she said. He brought each of them a beer and they sat on the couch next to each other. As soon as Mark sat down, Giselle turned in her seat and laid her head on his chest, snuggling into him. He put his arm around her and she sighed softly. He put his face down and breathed in the scent of her hair, closing his eyes to enjoy her faint perfume. She smelled every bit as lovely as she looked.

Summoning up his courage, he let one hand softly rest on her folded thigh. When she didn’t resist, he casually moved it up a bit. Still she didn’t object, so he moved it still further up her leg. She adjusted her position a bit, sitting a little more upright and closer to him. Her move though, made him jerk his hand back, thinking he’d been caught. She looked up at him smiling softly, took his hand, and put it back on her thigh, moving it up under her dress to just below her panties.

He began softly caressing her inner thigh now that permission had been granted, and occasionally brushing lightly across her panties. He listened for clues from her and as her breathing deepened, he knew she was getting excited.

After a few moments he committed, and began rubbing her pussy through her panties. Giselle moaned almost imperceptibly and parted her legs a bit more for him. He increased the pressure of his fingertips and began toying with her pussy lips through the thin material until he felt a dampness growing.

As he continued to caress her sex, he kissed her ear, nibbling on the lobe and then kissed her neck and then her bare shoulder.

“Ohhh ... Giselle moaned again, this time loud enough she could be plainly heard.

With his right hand busy massaging her pussy and his left arm around behind her neck, he kissed her right shoulder as that free left hand moved down to her left breast. He lightly grazed it and found she wore no bra. He could feel her stiff nipple just below the thin fabric of her dress, and her breath caught in her throat as she felt his fingers touch her sensitive bud.

“Maarrk...” she moaned his name, “ohhh...”

That was it for him – he had to make his move now or he never would. He pulled his hand out from behind her and turned to face her. She sat there looking at him for a second with a receptive look in her face – not only granting him permission, but wanting him to go further.

He leaned to her and kissed her softly on her lips. Giselle melted into the kiss, at first tentatively kissing him back, then harder and more hungrily. Mark also began deepening his kiss, and as her lips parted, his tongue went out seeking hers and finding it. Her right hand went around to run her fingers through his hair while her left took up where he had left off, caressing her breast as she kissed him. She moaned her desire into his mouth and Mark’s hand returned to its work on her now very damp pussy.