For Mark, it was one of those Mondays where everything starts off on the wrong foot and it feels like the universe is against you. After being kept up by the neighbor’s dog all night and sleeping through the alarm on his iPhone, he managed to spill the last of the milk and gave in that he didn’t deserve a refreshing coffee to start the day.

As he grabbed his keys and made for the door, he pulled his work polo over his head as he locked the door behind him and headed for his small, blue pickup truck. He always thought it was silly that work insisted on professional attire even though they sat behind desks all day, but a job is a job. While the logo adorned on the breast reminded him of how much he truly hated this office, they at least gave out tight-fitting shirts that showed off his broad shoulders and amplified his chest.

Amanda, the secretary at the office always seemed to notice and often commented on how nice his workouts had been going. He knew she was just being polite, but he had caught her eye fucking him coming down the hallway on more than a couple occasions.

She was a few years older and he bet she knew how to give great head from the way she interacted with all the men in the office. Mark was sure he wasn’t the only one in the office who made a habit of walking past her desk a few extra times a day, hoping to catch a glimpse of her perky tits in the low-cut sweaters she was well known for. She had a habit of tossing her shoulder-length auburn hair as the boys approached, exposing the nape of her neck and being the much-needed distraction from work they all desired.

DING DING DING. Mark’s gas light went off, pulling his thoughts away from Amanda. “Fuuuck me!” he yelled at his window to no one in particular. “Already running late, no coffee, just passed the last convenient station. What else can go wrong before 9 am?!” Mark pulled down the side street and made his way into a neighborhood his buddy Chris lived in that had a place to fill up on the other side.

Driving through the densely packed suburban neighborhood always felt like a confusing little slice of hell. All the houses looked the same, the streets were all named after different trees, and you could get lost in the labyrinth without a map.

As Mark turned off Oak St onto Poplar Ave, a pair of new moms pushing baby strollers were making their way down the sidewalk. I’ll have to come visit Chris a little more often he thought to himself.  Their fast-walks made their inflated breasts heave up and down, and for a split second, he veered to the right and just about ran into a car parked way too far out from the curb.

In his younger days, a woman with a baby held no appeal. Now a man in his early 30s, the appeal of a curvaceous milf could hardly be ignored. Adjusting his posture to accommodate the small bulge that was developing in his pants, Mark licked his lips and enjoyed the view in his rearview mirror before making the last turn out of the neighborhood and towards the service station.

The place was a zoo. Cars were backed up waiting for pumps, as it seemed everyone else also waited until Monday morning to fuel up. Next door was a free-standing shop, “The Froth Factory”. Mark had been in there once or twice. They made a decent cappuccino but it wasn’t really worth going out of the way for. But today, it seemed like a perfect detour to kill a few minutes and get his blood going to make it through the day.

The tinting on the front door made it hard to see inside, but the place looked deserted. Mark opened the door and heard the bell jingle as he entered. Inside, it was almost empty except for a middle-aged woman on her laptop in the corner. She looked unenthused, staring at her computer screen as she completely ignored that anyone had walked in. There was no one behind the counter and Mark wondered if he’d made a mistake instead of just grabbing a last-minute Starbucks around the corner from the office.

“I’ll be with you in a second!” he heard a soft voice yell from the back room. “Brrr, it’s cold in the walk-in!” she giggled. She was probably about mid-twenties, with a nose ring, glasses, and strawberry-blonde hair that stopped just shy of her erect nipples that Mark couldn’t help but notice. She looked like a hot young librarian and he wondered what it’d be like to spend after hours in the non-fiction section with her.

She quickly noticed his gaze and he sheepishly tried to recover. She routinely found men casting lustful glances in her direction as they came into the store, attention she loved to receive. Her white crop top peaked out from behind her apron and Mark fantasized about what it would look on the floor. Her job seemed to have a laxer attire policy than his, but no one had ever complained about her to the management.

“Uh, uhm, hey!” Mark fumbled, trying to recover. “How’s your day going? I didn’t see anyone at first but hoped you guys were open." Smooth, real smooth, he thought to himself.

As she walked up to the computer, he realized she was a short 5’ 2” and her nipples just barely peaked over the top of the screen. “Yeah, we’re a little slower than usual today, but it’s just me in the shop. They let me keep to myself most mornings but we’re often not that busy and I don’t really mind a little time to catch up on some reading. How’s your day going so far?”

 “Oh, it’s been quite a stressful morning” he sighed. “I’m running a bit late to work, missed my morning coffee, the pumps are all full, and it just seemed like a good reason to stop in for a little perking up.” Bumping into a cute barista was definitely perking him up. “What are you reading right now?” he added.

Oh uh, just some fun adventures of a young heroine. Her travels around the world and the people she encounters along the way” she replied while sliding her book off the side counter out of view.

Mark was sure he saw just enough of the cover to decipher it was an erotic novel and she met his gaze with her brilliant green eyes and wondered if he had noticed. Her cheeks became a subtle blush color but he was too fixated on her the freckles around her collar to notice.

She twirled the end of her hair around her finger. “So what can I do for you? See anything you like?”

Yes, yes I do, he thought. Mark snapped out of his trance. He met her eyes with his and wondered if she was actually flirting with him or if his mind was just wandering, thinking about how her erect nipples would feel in his mouth. “I guess I usually got for a cappuccino, but I’m really trying to branch out and try new things. Anything maybe you suggest? What’s good here?”

“I like a man who is open to suggestion… Are you looking for something sweet, straight up, or maybe a foamy top?” she said, now causing Mark to blush. She suddenly became aware of the bulge pushing out behind his zipper, suddenly reinvigorated after a brief lapse. “Or maybe you’d like something a little more, stiff?” she teased.

Mark gulped. Is she actually flirting with me or I am just captivated by those eyes and a desire to see what color her panties are?

“Well, since you guys are the Froth Factory, I’d like to see what you can do with the tip. I mean the top! Fuck it, I’ll put my morning in your hands and let’s see what you can come up with, I trust you, I think…” he blurted out, his pants becoming tighter.

“Hehe, well I’ve got a few ideas I think you’ll really enjoy. Give me a few minutes to get ready,” she chuckled. Her lips began to swell and warm, wondering what the heroine in her story might do with such an opportunity.

She bent over to pick up a fresh stack of cups, revealing the unmistakable view of hot pink thong. Score!, Mark thought to himself, feeling more rigid by the moment and unable to tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight in front of him.

Mark watched her hands work the knobs of the espresso maker, wondering what other knobs she knew all the right angles for. As he watched the heat from the machine steam up her glasses, he could feel the moisture in his pants building up to match.

“Enjoying the show?” she teased. “I am quite the professional, so it might not be something you see every day.”

“You really look like you’ve done this a few times. It’s a sight to behold for sure. I might have to start coming here regularly! Any special tricks you can show me?”

She finished with the coffee and moved to the milk frother. She grabbed a clean cloth, turned on the steam, and turned her gaze directly at him. As she polished the hot pipe up and down, she bit her lip and let out a light moan. Up and down, up and down, shifting her stare between his own brown eyes and the now very noticeable full erection in his pants.

She paused for a moment. “Actually, I’ve got another ingredient in the back that I think is really going to put you over the top.”

“That sounds really exciting, I can’t wait to taste what you’ve got…” he replied, mouth salivating while imagining her moist folds pressed against his face.

“Oh, but it’s on this really high shelf in the back room. I’m just a little short and can’t reach it by myself. Do you think you could come back here and… help me out?” she mused.

Mark couldn’t believe what was unfolding before him and he fully imagined his oversexed brain was hyping up this vixen’s words to have more meaning than she intended. “Yeah, of course, that only seems fair. Anything I can do to, give you a hand, I’d love to.” he said almost too eagerly.

She motioned for him to follow as she turned the corner and disappeared. Looking around and seeing the room nearly empty, Mark stepped behind the counter, brushed past a pile of dishes, and hurriedly obeyed her request.

He looked around the corner to find a crowded hallway full of baker’s racks piled high with coffee beans, but no sexy barista. “Back here!” he could hear a faint voice say before he realized there was a walk-in fridge door hidden around the back.

“It’s the big box on the top shelf. I just can’t quite get there by myself!” she said, her nipples once again able to cut glass. Mark leaned forward and reached for the top box labeled, “produce” but was caught off guard by a pair of nimble barista hands on his belt that then slid down to his erect member.

Mark spun around to lock eyes with the gorgeous girl, her hands quickly undoing the clasp of his belt and finding their way to his zipper. As she reached into his trousers to free his snake, she paused for a moment, then guided his hand under her apron, into her jeans, where he discovered her mound was dripping and aching for attention.

Before Mark could let out words, she was on her knees, playing a tongue twister on his tip. “Oh my god, that’s so fucking good!” he exclaimed. It had been a while since Mark had a such a magnificent beauty service his member and he closed his eyes to relish the moment.

She worked his cock up and down like the spout on her milk steamer, coaxing all the precum he could manage while trying to hold it back. She played with his balls with the expertise he could only surmise was fine-tuned from hours on her espresso machine.

“Fuck, that feels sooo good… I don’t know how much longer I can keep it together!” he whimpered while mustering up the strength to not immediately burst from her amazing suction and mouth work. She’s clearly done this before and she deserves a medal!

She stopped, giving the tip one more flick of her tongue and then looked him in the eyes. “Don’t you dare cum in my mouth!” she said sternly. Then, slipping down her jeans, with a wink she whispered, “I need you to blow it in my ass."

Mark was rock hard with his jaw on the ground. She leaned onto a rack filled with eggs and gourmet deli meats, spread her ass cheeks apart, looked Mark right in the face and begged him onward.

His cock still dripping with her spit, he bent her all the way forward and gently slid the head of his cock into her awaiting hole. “Oh FUCK! MMMMMM!” she exclaimed. “Yes, baby, that’s what I want! Give it to me!”

Mark began thrusting, in and out, feeling her ass stretch to receive his full cock and responding in kind to her cheeks squeezing him as tight as she could. Faster and faster, harder and harder. “Fuck, yes, take me! Harder!” she demanded.

As their bodies came to a full crescendo, so did the barista’s moans of pleasure. Mark wondered if the lady in the dining area could hear them or if other guests had come in, but he didn’t care.

Finally, Mark couldn’t take it anymore. “Holy… I’m about to cum… so hard!” he yelled. “Do it, give me everything and leave my ass dripping!” she encouraged.

Mark’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as the barista’s amazing ass milked his cock and knocked him backwards. Mark, breathless and in bliss, let out, “That was… amazing!”

“Haha, well that was the ingredient I was missing for sure!” she gave him with a warm smile as she wiped herself up with her apron and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Looking at the cum bubbling out of her, the barista added, “That’s the frothy part of the factory.”

They redressed and made their exit back into the warm, brightly lit hallway. Mark had the biggest grin on his face as he made his way back to the customer-side of the counter. The lady in the corner now had a pair of headphones on and a smirk on her face.

As Mark reached the the door, the barista yelled out, “Hey, guy!” He spun around and once more locked eyes with her. “You forgot your coffee,” she said with a sheepish smile.

Mark reached for his coffee of unknown composition as she added a final, “Same time next week, maybe try something new?” Mondays might not be so bad after all, he thought, as he realized the day might be looking up.