It was Sunday evening, and the coffee shop where I worked was closing. Sunday was always a slow day so as usual there were only two of us working. I stood at the bar, made coffee and took care of the cash registers while Mia took care of the floor.

Mia was a beautiful 37 year old woman, short hair, a few freckles behind her big round glasses, I had have little of a crush on here since she started 4 years earlier.

As I wiped down the espresso machine, I snuck glances at Mia while she stacked chairs on tables. Her movements were graceful, efficient. She caught me looking once and flashed a warm smile that made my heart skip.

“Almost done?” I called out, trying to sound casual.

“Just about,” she replied, pushing her glasses up her nose.

After we were done we stood and talked a little, no one really had any hurry home, we would both be off the next day

“Don’t you think I’ve seen you watching me”, Mia suddenly said, her tone was soft and her face showed that she had no problem with this.

I blushed but tried to act tough and replied “what do you think, if you’re as good-looking as you are, you have to be prepared for it”

“I get a little turned on when you look at me, and it’s even more exciting when I notice that you react the same way” Mia replied, looking down between my legs.

Mia smiled, leaned over and kiss me on the cheek, and whispered “why don’t we go in the back, the boss won’t be back until Monday morning to collect the till” and gently squeezed my bulging jeans.

I couldn’t believe it. Just a few minutes ago, we were having a casual conversation about random topics. And now, this stunning being is in front of me, rubbing my erection through my pants.

My heart raced as I followed Mia to the back room, my mind reeling at this sudden turn of events. She closed the door behind us and turned to face me, her eyes dark with desire.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” I murmured, stepping closer to Mia.

Mia swallowed hard. “Me too,” And we meet in a deep kiss.

Mia’s mouth was soft and warm against mine, her tongue teasing as it slipped between my lips. I pulled her closer, my hands roaming over her back, feeling the curves of her body through her uniform.

Mia broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “God, I’ve imagined this so many times,” she whispered, her fingers already working at the buttons of my jeans, and it didn’t take many seconds before she had my cock in her soft hand.

There we were, in the middle of the staff room, fully dressed, with my fly unzipped, my cock in Mia’s hand and tongue kissing.

Mia gently brought me backwards to a chair, still kissing and her hand on my cock.

Only when she had helped me to sit down did she let go of my manhood, breaking our kiss, and walked over to a cupboard.

I looked after her, puzzled, but quickly realised when she took a bundle of towels.

Back to me, she spread them out in front of my legs, then got down on her knees

Mia looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief behind her glasses. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. My breath caught in my throat as she lowered her head, her warm breath ghosting over my throbbing cock.

“I’ve dreamed about tasting you,” she murmured, before taking me into her mouth.

I gasped at the sensation, my hands gripping the edges of the chair. Mia’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock, teasing and exploring. She took me deeper, her lips tight around my shaft as she bobbed her head up and down.

My hips bucked involuntarily, and Mia placed a steadying hand on my thigh. She looked up at me through her lashes, her mouth still full of my cock, and the sight nearly undid me.

“Mia,” I moaned, threading my fingers gently through her short hair. She hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers of pleasure through my body.

Her skilled mouth worked me relentlessly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, my muscles tightening as I approached my climax.

“I’m close,” I managed to gasp out, giving Mia fair warning.

Mia immediately stopped, got up and straddled me and started kissing

Mia’s lips crashed against mine, hot and urgent. I could taste myself on her tongue as she kissed me deeply, her body pressing close. My hands found her hips, pulling her even tighter against me as she straddled my lap.

She ground herself against my still-hard cock, the friction of her clothes against my sensitive skin making me groan into her mouth. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging gently as she rolled her hips.

My hands cupped her small firm breasts and Mia let out a moan, My hands moved towards the top button of her blouse.

Mia broke away from our kissing, looking straight at me “Not here, and not today, but I’m going to finish what I started with you, so you get a little taste of what’s to come” she whispered, her eyes shining.

With those words, Mia slid back down to her knees between my legs. Her eyes locked onto mine as she took me back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock with renewed vigor.

I groaned, my head falling back as she worked me with her lips and tongue. The tension that had momentarily eased came rushing back, my body trembling with need. Mia’s hands gripped my thighs, her nails digging in slightly as she took me deeper.

“Oh god, Mia,” I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.

She hummed in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. Her pace increased, her head bobbing faster as she sensed how close I was.

The pressure built rapidly, my muscles tensing as I teetered on the edge. Mia’s eyes never left mine as she pushed me over the brink. With a strangled cry, I came hard, my body shuddering as waves of intense pleasure washed over me. Mia swallowed every drop, her throat working as she milked me dry.

As the last tremors subsided, Mia released me with a soft pop. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. I slumped back in the chair, trying to catch my breath.

“That was…” I trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Mia stood up, smoothing down her clothes. “Just a preview,” she said with a wink. She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my lips. “We should probably get going. But next time…” She let the promise hang in the air.

I nodded, still dazed from the intensity of what had just happened. My hands shook slightly as I tucked myself back into my jeans and zipped up. Mia was already at the door, her composure seemingly unruffled.

“I’ll finish locking up,” she said, her voice husky. “Take a moment to… collect yourself.”

With one last meaningful look, she slipped out of the back room, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and trembling limbs. I took a few deep breaths, trying to process the sudden shift in our relationship. The fantasy I’d had have for the last four years had abruptly become reality, and I felt both elated and overwhelmed.

After a few minutes, I managed to stand on shaky legs. I straightened my clothes and ran a hand through my disheveled hair before heading out to the main area of the cafe. Mia was

already by the front door, her bag slung over her shoulder. She smiled at me, a hint of shyness in her expression that hadn’t been there before.

“Ready to go?” she asked softly.

I nodded, grabbing my own belongings. We stepped out into the cool night air, and Mia locked the cafe door behind us. For a moment, we stood there awkwardly, neither quite sure what to say.

Finally, Mia broke the silence. “So, um… see you Tuesday?”

“Yeah, Tuesday,” I replied, my voice sounding strange to my own ears.

Mia hesitated for a second, then leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Goodnight,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin.

Before I could respond, she turned and walked briskly towards her car. And I walked the two blocks home to my flat smiling.

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