Just a little quickie about a little quickie I had the other night. Most names are changed to protect the guilty. Copyright © 2006, Gia .1978
I was working the late shift (4-12) shift at the coffee house again. I was normally not alone but this night, the kitchen staffer (Jose) had to leave early because his kid was sick and had to go to the hospital. I had been closing for a few years on and off since my first job at a place like this in my freshman year of college, so it was no big deal to me. I sent him off to go be with his family, closed the kitchen and continued serving lattes and mochas. I called the owner and let him know I was closing alone. He offered to come and help me, but I told him it was slow (there were only two people in the store) and that I had it under control.
He thanked me for covering, due to the fact he had to open the place back up at 6 AM, and told me he would make it up to me soon. I grinned, full well knowing he sported quite a package in those baggy Dockers he always wears, and I know just how he intended to use that package to make it up to me. Bill is 17 years older than me and married, but hey... he's really hot and I go weak in the crotch for a good fuck! What's a girl gonna do? Anyway, I hung up and refilled the coffee for the two college geeks, studying for an upcoming final before Christmas break. The boys weakly flirted with me and I smiled back with my patented 'crotchmelter' grin (named as such by an ex-boyfriend of mine).
I went back to my stool behind the counter and turned up the volume on my iPod. Bill rigged the sound system in the cafe so the employees can plug in our own music. I was in a Jeff Buckley kinda mood and I went back to reading The Da Vinci Code. It is getting more than a little cold here in 'Porn Valley' lately. For those of you who are not aware, I live in the San Fernando Valley. In the winter it can get down to about 40 at night. Not cold by winter type standards in a lot of places, but cold enough for this valley girl. I was not really dressed for this, as when I came into work that afternoon, it was in the high 70's. I had on a pair of Levi jeans and a white wife-beater, with my new black 'Very Sexy Secret Embrace' Victoria's Secret bra (for my female readers, you really need to check these out). My cleavage rocks in this thing!
Around 10 PM or so, two Filipino couples came in for a drink. They were dressed a little "too fast and too furious" for my taste, but one of the girls really stood out to me. She was a tiny little thing, about 4'10" and had a round face that just about killed me. She had deep brown eyes, and a truly button nose. Her lips looked so full I thought she might have been punched in the mouth, but the swell was natural and put Angelina Jolie's lips to shame. She caught me staring and hit me with a smile that rivaled my own 'crotchmelter'. I felt myself blushing as I took their order. I told them to have a seat, and I would ring it up when I finished making the drinks. As they made their way to the table, I got a long look at her perfect little butt. She had jeans on and they were a size 0 if they were adult at all! What really killed me was the red Chuck Taylor high tops, I really like that look.
I made their drinks, and motioned to them to come and pay. The little pinoy walked right up to the counter and pulled her credit card (platinum, I might add). I coyly asked for I.D. and she pulled out her license. Rose Gutierrez just turned eighteen; she was indeed only 4'10" and weighed 91 lbs. The dimples she flashed on the license photo caused another surge of juice in my g-string. She reached out and her fingers stroked mine as I handed her back her card and license. She blushed and lowered her eyes as she brushed her jet black hair from her pretty face. We made eye contact again and I felt my nipples pop up to say hi. I swear to Christ, she licked her fat lips and smiled when she noticed them. I blushed AGAIN and I introduced myself.
"I'm Gia," I said with a slight crack in my voice (FUCK!).
I am telling the truth here you guys, her answer totally floored me!
She said, "I'm so fuckin' yours..." and she flashed a grin that said SHE MEANT IT!
She signed the receipt and then wrote her number on a napkin on the counter. I took it and folded it up, sticking it in my bra. Her eyes twinkled at that maneuver, and I winked at her. I watched her strut back to her table with the drinks and I pretended to go back to my book. Truth is, I watched how she acted with her date. She was clearly not into him, and I caught her stealing glances at me every couple of minutes.
Thirty minutes later they got up to leave, and she came back to the counter to 'tip me'. She looked me dead in the eye and asked what time we close. Her voice sounded so high and cute (most times I hate when girls do that 'little girl' voice, but hers was real and I fuckin' melted on hearing it). I smiled and told her midnight. She checked her watch and said Goodnight. Little Rose and her friends walked out the front door and I started breathing again.
I closed the doors at about ten after twelve, and got back to closing up the shop. I had cranked up some Nine-inch-nails, and was mopping the floor when I heard someone banging on the glass. My heart jumped into my throat when I looked up to see little Rose standing at the door, looking cold as hell! I grabbed my keys and opened the door for her. She smiled as she stepped inside and she shivered as I locked the door behind her. I turned and she stepped right into me and reached up to kiss me! Now I'm 5'7", so I bent down to meet those unbelievable lips in an open mouth kiss.
I think at least two songs went by before we stopped kissing. Right there in the door so anybody driving by could see us. I took her by the hand and lead her to Bill's office. Stopping only to turn off the lights in the store, I joined her on the black leather couch I had fucked on many times before. She had pulled off her big sweater and I got a good look at her little titties. She was still dressed in a tee and her jeans, but I got a quick appraisal of this little atom bomb. I started to pull my wife-beater off and she stood to help me undress, kissing my belly as I lifted it over my head. Her hands were behind me, unhooking my bra and her lips locked onto my left nipple the second it was exposed!
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