Coffee Shop Sex Novels & Stories

She wondered why he chose to open up a coffee shop when he was not approachable and accommodating to his customers at all. Sean stopped from walking toward the parked Hyundai Tiburon as two familiar women approached him. He took his headphones off, swung around to meet the women who always seemed to be orbiting around him. They were Mara and Isabelle – a frequent customer of Tea Caf. Thera doubted if there remained a milk tea flavor that they haven’t tried yet. And she was jealous. Unlike them, she could not afford even the cheapest milk tea the café serves. If she has money she’d go there every day to catch a free glimpse of him.

Cole had his arm around my shoulder, and I hand mine tucked in the back pocket of his jeans as he told me stories around the architect of the buildings we pass by and I listen with fascination. “The coffee here is amazing, come on.” He says guiding me to this adorable little café by the Riviera where we sat and had the most incredible coffee, and I ordered the best coconut cream cake I have ever eaten in my life. I moan, licking my lips, “Oh my God, Cole, you have to try this.” I hold the cake to his lips, and he smiles, takes a bite, and moans in appreciation, sucking the cream off my fingers. “Doesn’t it just melt on your tongue?”

coffee shop. Sitting in a two-seat booth, Tiffany was contemplating how she should tackle the flurry of questions of the person who had asked her to come here. She was so immersed in her train of thought that she did not even take a sip of the cup of premium-quality coffee on the table. Creak!

“And I also don’t want to catch you off guard, so I’ll let you know that Max is bringing his girl over, too.” Shit. This time, I couldn’t stop myself from turning my head sharply with a surprised look. Hell, how was I supposed to face the girl I caught having sex in the bathroom last night? *** Just like I planned, I wanted to stay in my room once I got to the apartment. Unfortunately, that plan didn’t work out because Zach and Sophie asked me to join them in the living room to watch a movie. And of course, Max and… his girl were there too.

Ax laughed, reminding me of Money's pestering questions that day. "She's mine. I don't share what's mine." "You, possessive of a woman? Hmm, I'm surprised as fuck. Just exactly same way I feel about my wife." I snapped my fingers at a prospect cleaning tables. "Coffee. Black. Three minutes." Then, I returned back to my discussion with Ax. "It's only sex, man. Don't try to relate this to marriage. Mine is totally different." I was starting to feel uneasy. "Sex until when?"

Sophie wasn’t upset with him because she is already feeling horny and wishes she can have a real fuck for that chilled night. Sophie moved into the kitchen to prepare the coffee and Carl was in the sitting which is pretty close to the kitchen door. He was waiting while tapping his foot on the floor waiting in a haste to fondle Sophie's body and watch her ejaculate to a multiple climax. Where is my hot coffee? “Here, I will be right there in a minute”; before I could take a step out of the kitchen-basin, I got a hippy-grab from behind and I felt horny. Who was that? He grabbed my lips and we fuck our lives away.

“But I’m just saying, if he starts bringing out the coconut oil, text me a safe word.” I burst out laughing so hard I nearly knocked over my drink. “You’re insane.” “And you’re a goddamn sex cautionary tale.” “But seriously,” I added. “It wasn’t just the sex. It was the way he watched me. Like he already knew what I was going to say. Like he could pull desire out of me without even touching me.” Olivia sighed, dreamy. “I’ve dated baristas who couldn’t pull their own weight, let alone a fucking orgasm from across the room.”

I jump backwards with a hiss, cupping my throbbing lower lip. “You bit me.” The naughty vixen angles her head, those plump lips curling in a vicious smile; “That is what you get for trying to exclude me.” She lifts her chin and continues down the hall, “come on, husband! We don’t want to be late.” Sometimes I forget that I married a hellion, a rebel and a mule-headed woman all wrapped up in one body and delivered in a hot red bow. *** Cream and Sugar is the usual upscale cafè. Wealthy business men and women are perched in private booths, probably discussing the rise and fall of the stock market while sipping overpriced coffee.

Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire. There is a small café close to Shane’s apartment , called, Cozy corner café. As we push open the wooden door, the delightful smell of freshly brewed coffee envelops us. The café is filled with warm yellow lights and soft music playing in the background as a cheerful hum of chattering customers fills the space. We make our way to the counter, where a barista is busy crafting latte art on the surface of a rich espresso shot. She flashes us a warm smile and focus hard at the task at hand. “What can I get you?” She finally ask.

I shake my head at the thought and straighten up my clothes as much as possible and got out of the car and decided to crash their girl’s afternoon and provide protection if needed. I hop out and cross the street heading into the coffee shop. The door’s bell alerting them all that there was someone else in the shop. I decided to go ahead and grab a cup of coffee since the girls hadn’t noticed me entering the shop. “Hi, Can I have a name for you order?” The girl at the counter asked me. “Hi, yes, Jake.” I replied to her. I glanced over to noticed that Jerica had now seen me and was watching me. I flash a smile at her. Which she returns with a small grin when Trixie turns to see as well and I n