For our getaway weekend we went to the city and checked into this nice hotel. Clifford asked for a room with a view, and we were delighted with the result.

We spent the afternoon sightseeing and made it back to the hotel as the sun was setting. We went up to the room and changed and then went down to the coffee shop just off the lobby. The barista was this cute young thing with curly red hair. We got our order and sat at a table across from the counter. The ham and cheese croissants were really good and so was the tea. We took our time, chatting about what we’d seen that day and what we hoped to see tomorrow. Then this guy came in and flirted with the barista. Maybe he was her boyfriend, maybe he was her father, or maybe he was a stranger. He ordered one exotic concoction after another, changing his mind again and again. A blueberry-caramel macchiato with six extra shots. That kind of thing. I whispered to Clifford that the bald guy’s head reminded me of the head of a giant penis, and Clifford whispered back that the barista’s curly head might be indicative of her bush. “Indicative,” I repeated. “Or maybe,” I whispered, “she’s shaved smooth as a baby’s butt.”

We went up to the room and had a good time. “You thought that barista was really cute with her bright red bushy bush,” I teased Clifford.” Clifford teased me back about the bald guy’s penis head. We fell asleep completely sated.

Sometime toward morning I dreamed I woke up. In the dream I went to the window and looked out.

The view was not of the lake but of the café. It was right across the way, and the barista was standing at the window looking out. The bald guy was right behind her. The barista was wearing a lacy apron and nothing else, and the bald guy appeared to be naked. He appeared to be fucking her from behind. I was getting quite aroused by this, and I couldn’t resist touching myself. The guy was caressing the barista’s breast through the apron.

Then I was no longer looking out the window, I was sitting at the table right in front of them. I could have reached out and touched them. The girl was making mewling noises and the guy had an arm clasping her while he continued caressing her breast. Then her breast was bared, and he cupped it and squeezed it. I could smell the scent of her sex. It was like warm honey. Suddenly she was coming. Maybe he was coming inside her at the same time. I wanted to come with them, but for some reason I couldn’t. I woke up, got out of bed, and went to the window. Fog rubbed up against the window like a wooly bear.

“Is everything okay?” Clifford called from the bed.

“Come here,” I told him. “Come here and fuck me.”

And first the angle was wrong but then I bent forward and stuffed him in.

He fucked me good and hard and I came almost immediately.

He came deep in my cunt, and after he was finished I dropped to my knees and sucked him strong again, and we went back to bed and made love leisurely until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

In the morning we showered together and I teased his penis and he teased my pussy but we didn’t do more than that. We went down to the café for breakfast. I was disappointed that the barista from yesterday wasn’t there, but I hadn’t expected her to be. We had coffee and muffins, a chocolate muffin for me, a blueberry for Clifford. I told Clifford my dream. Finished, we went up to the room and fucked til noon.

Afterwards I went to the window, Clifford’s cum dripping from my cunt, and I looked out at the view. Sailboats. Seabirds. Soft white clouds. I turned back to the bed. Clifford was asleep. His penis lay along his thigh, so cute and loveable. I was happy and content,

but at the same time I wished the barista was in the bed and I was tasting her. I wanted to hear the sounds she made as orgasm approached and as she climaxed.

I chided myself for being so greedy, and I went to the bed and took Clifford’s sleepy penis into my mouth.