I was in a strange part of town, I had a late morning meeting, the meeting was dull and a waste of time, which was pretty much what I was expecting. I walked out of the office building and was feeling a little hungry, it wasn’t even 12h00 yet, but I thought I’d find a coffee and a little something. It was a nice spring day, the streets were quiet and I really didn’t know where to look for a café. I walked for a few minutes and found a little place on a corner; it was a regular dingy little London café, but had kind of a Middle Eastern flair, a couple of older men sat a table outside smoking hookahs and inside there was no one, just a big wide screen tele playing music videos with the sound down. I walked up to the counter, there was no one there so I looked through the chiller-cabinet for something that might be appetising, there was a big glass and metal fridge with drinks to the right of the counter that was hiding the food preparation area. Finally from behind the fridge popped a head.
“Hello.” She said. “Sorry, can I help you?” She was stunning; about twenty years-old, slim with long dark hair pulled back, a perfect face with lovely green eyes. She wore a tight black top and even tighter dark blue jean with an apron tied around her waist.
“Just an espresso please and a toasted cheese sandwich.”
“Which bread?”
“Brown please.”
“Please sit and I will bring it.”
I sat at the table closest to the counter so I could keep looking at this girl. She had a strong accent, Eastern European of some kind. She went back behind the fridge and I really couldn’t see her, but got a little peak now and them. Her jeans were so tight and hugged her bottom in such a way I was starting to get hard. Eventually she walked around the counter to bring me my coffee.
“I’m so sorry, I’m on my own today.”
“That’s fine.” I said, “I am not in a hurry.”
“It’s my first day today and the owner showed me the things this morning and left me.”
“You’re doing just fine, I can tell.” She had large firm breasts and such a stunning figure, I thought if I had hired this girl I would have never left her side.
A few people came and went, builders ordering cups of tea to take-away. Finally she brought over my sandwich, I could not stop staring at this girls tits, they were absolutely perfect – she was absolutely perfect. She had no business working in this dumpy little place. I ate slowly and continued to watch her behind the counter. I was undressing her with my eyes, trying to imagine exactly what she had under those clothes. I finished my sandwich, got my things together and walked up to the counter and pulled some cash out of my pocket. I paid and waited for my change.
“Thank you.” She said and handed me my change and smiled. I smiled back. I just stood there, not wanting to leave. I put the money in my pocket and made like I was checking myself to make sure I had everything. My hand still in my pocket I pulled out the all the cash I had in my pocket, I counted it quickly there was £50. I held the notes in my hand and she turned to go back to her area as I leaned over the counter. I was shaking, my face was flushed, butterflies in my stomach – I was tingling all over. She turned back towards me.
“Yes?” she asked.
I was there, I had my chance to speak, but the words did not come, I looked down at the money in my hand and said without looking at her, “Can I give you this £50.”
“For what?” she asked in a terrified tone and stepped back. I picked up my head and looked her in the eyes trying to speak.
“To show me your tits?” I said meekly. I could see her face fill with colour and she looked down at the floor.
“No, no, no.” she said, “I won’t do that, sorry.” Her face was bright red, it seemed off that she was apologising to me.
She was kind of smiling though.
“I won’t bother you any more, I’m sorry, I’m not some creep. I just, well I, I don’t know.” I was flustered and shocked at myself, my heart was still pumping like mad, it felt like my face was probably as red as hers. “OK, one last thing and I will go, can I ask you how much you make here in a day?”
“How much do I make? I take £52 each day.”
“OK.” I said and pulled two pound coins out of my pocket and put all the money on the counter, “One days wages for a quick little flash.”
“Where? Not here, people will see.” She said pointing the large glass window facing the road.
“You can stand right there,” I said pointing to the food preparation area, “and I will be right here on this side of the counter."
She took a step back and looked around.
“Here?”
“No one can see you there, just me.” I smiled at her. She eyed the money on the counter.
“Take it.” I said.
She reached out and picked the money off the counter and stepped back behind the fridge. I was completely hard in my suit trousers; it was very difficult not to reach down and touch myself. She looked right at me, still blushing and pulled the bottom of her shirt up just a little showing me her smooth, flat belly, then some more and I could see the bottom of her black lace bra, then up over the bra displaying these two full round globes. Her bra was elegant and lacy, not really what I was expecting and her tits sat on it like a shelf. She reached behind her and tried to undo the clasp.
“My bra,” she said, “wait.” She fidgeted with it for a moment, then pulled her arms through the sleeves of her shirt and pulled the shirt off over the top of her head, she was now standing just out of view of the world in her bra. She reached around and unhooked it freeing the weight of her breast and then slid the bra off completely and put it on the work surface next to her. Topless in jeans and apron standing looking at the floor her large full breast exposed to me, my hand was rubbing my cock through the fabric of my pants now, it was like it was involuntary. She looked up at me and cocked her head, as to ask for approval. She squeezed her tits together with the tops of her arms and leaned forward a bit, I undid my flies and pulled my cock out and stroked it, she gazed and my crotch as I pumped myself, she then lifted both her tits up, one in each hand, I kept pumping, looking around me to make sure we weren’t being watched. She raised one nipple up to her tongue and circled it; she was still transfixed on my cock. She fiddled with her apron and took that off too, then slowly unbuttoned the top of her jeans, undid the buttons and opened the front just a little, her knickers were black and lacy just like the bra, I could only see a little triangle, she folded the knickers down just a bit and I could the to top of her muff, if was very short, just a little patch of hair above her nether regions, she wriggled to slide her jean down over her hips just the smallest bit, I couldn’t see her pussy, but just the way she moved caused my load to come flying out of my cock and shot all over the glass of the chiller-cabinet, it was so intense I had to stop myself from falling over, she caressed her breasts one last time and smiled at me and then went back to blushing. I put myself away, grabbed some serviettes from the counter and started the clean my spunk of the glass; it smeared it around a bit but didn’t seem to be much help. She was loading her jugs back into her bra and said, “Please don’t worry, I can do.” I straighter myself up and kind of stood there watching her squeeze back into her top, do up her jeans and re-tie her apron.
“Well, thank you. Thank you very much.” She didn’t say anything she just stood there and smirked like a child doing something naughty. As I walked towards the door she called after me, “See you next time.”
