The Barista and the Barrister

“Jere,” I called. “It’s about time for Jasper to call and ordered his regular. Do you remember what that is?”

 The nineteen year old poked his head around the corner with a grin.

 “Of course I do! A tall skinny latte’, double shot of half-caff, with the blue pack stirred early.”

 I couldn’t help but to laugh at his enthusiasm and cocky attitude. He was a quick learner and great with the customers. I wish I had a dozen employees like him; he’s well on his way to becoming one of the best Baristas in the city.

“Very good! Why don’t you make me a double almond mocha while you are at it and I’ll take my dinner break while I take that over to him.”

“Ahh, another break spent in the company of ole Jasper eh?” He shot me a mischievous look. “You should just admit that you like the guy and take him up on that date he is always asking you for.”

“Jeremy, the man is at least 10 maybe even 15 years older than I am, besides I am too old to be dating like some schoolgirl again.”

“But you do think he is handsome…” he teased as I began to blush. “And you get along well with him. I know you have nothing better to do…you spend ALL of your time here. Did you ever think maybe we get tired of seeing your face around here at all hours of the day and night.” He grinned again.

“Watch it there, mister, or your schedule will be a little freer then you won’t be haunted by my face so much.” I laughed, “Don’t you have some drinks to make there?”

“Ok, I will leave you to your spinsterhood!” He ducked as I tossed a hand towel at him. “You really should think about getting a personal life though. You are still a good looking lady, for, what…45?” He laughed again.

“Hey now you young whipper snapper! I am only 34!” I tried to look indignant but it was hard not to smile at him. “Get out of here and make those drinks before I call your mom and tell her to ground you.”

He left and soon I could hear the soft whir of the grinder and the gurgles of the steam jet. I love this job. I spend nearly every waking moment here, going home only to sleep and occasionally to eat. Part of that is so I don’t have to pay another employee, but mostly because I love it here, this shop is like my baby. My business advisor keeps telling me to move to one of the trendier districts, but I have a decent bunch of regulars built up now and I love the atmosphere of this quieter neighborhood.

Jere is right though; I do need to get a life outside of work. It is so easy just to work and forget that I have needs and desires as a woman. He’s right about Jasper too; the man has really gotten to me lately. I find myself thinking about him all the time. His eyes sparkle when he flashes me that smile of his, I always feel sexy when I am in the room with him. He is forever teasing me and asking me to move in with him too.

“Tracy?” He’ll ask, “When are you going to fulfill an old man’s dreams and move in with me?”

“Tempting offer, but we’re both workaholics. Who has the time for a relationship or the energy for sex?” Is my usual response.

“When are you going to realize that I only work so much so I can sit here and watch you work across the street and then order coffee so you deliver it along with yet another of your rejections of my undying love.” We both end up laughing at this standard farewell to one another.

I look out my window across the street to the second floor window with the dim light filtering through the shade. There are other lights on in the building, but I know Jasper is behind those shades. That man is going to ruin his eyes working on the computer in such dim light. He really does need someone to look after him. As my thoughts drift I wonder what it would be like to be with him, to feel his lips on mine. That all too familiar ache returns between my legs. Maybe I need to run upstairs to my apartment for a quick cold shower before I make the delivery. I chuckle to myself. My thoughts are interrupted by Jeremy’s voice.

“Here you go, one latte’ for the handsome lawyer prince charming and one mocha for the beautiful Barista princess who locks herself away in her ivory tower all the time.” He makes a formal presentation and bows to me.

I laugh at him. “What does that make you, the toad that I hear croaking all day long?” He feigns offense then heads back to the counter to answer the bell that announces a customer has entered the café.

I glance up at the clock; Jasper is late with his call. Briefly I wonder if something has happened to him, and then push that thought away. No matter, I will just take it over to him like usual. I check the window again to be sure I can still see his light still on behind the shade, then I grab the cups and head out of my office to the front counter.

“Jere, if you get time could you make some fresh scones. We sold a lot of them today and the display is nearly empty. Molly is in the stock room downstairs if you get busy Holler for her, and Katie will be back from her deliver in a few minutes so she can watch the counter while you bake, ok.”

“Sure thing Trace. Hey, don’t hurry back either. If you aren’t here at closing I’ll lock up for you.” He grins from ear to ear and winks at me before returning to the drink he is preparing.

I groan and shake my head at him as I head out the door. It is just after sunset and the traffic has thinned out considerably as the office district empties and everyone heads to other parts of the city or the suburbs for the night. I cross the street and enter the tall brownstone building that is the home of several law firms. The building is nearly deserted, but Bob the security guard recognizes me and buzzes me in. I greet him and take the elevator to the second floor. The silence is like a blanket as I enter Jasper’s outer offices, passing the empty secretaries desk I approach his slightly open door. From within I hear a moan then Jasper calls my name. His voice sounds strange making me wonder if he is all right. I push the door open and peer inside.

Jasper is sitting behind his book-covered desk with his head back against the chair, his mouth is open and guttural sounds are coming from his throat. A dark lock of his salt-n-pepper hair has fallen onto his forehead and he appears to be shaking slightly. Immediately I think he must be in trouble…a heart attack or a seizure perhaps. I quickly cross the room and circle the desk, setting down the coffees as I go. Just as I reach his side of the desk his eyes fly open and he looks right at me.

“Oh Shit! Ahhh! Oh God! Ohhh, Tracy. Shit!” His eyes are now closed and he is shaking his head.

I walk next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “Jasper, what is it? What is the matter?” I fear the worst as he slumps forward and lays his head on the desk. He is breathing deeply now, trying to catch his breath.

“Oh God, Tracy.” His voice is shaky. “I am so sorry. Shit. What a mess.”

I am confused now. “Jasper, are you alright?” I rub his back to try to calm him down a bit.

“Yes, Tracy, I’m fine.” He mumbles into the desktop. “But if you could just step into the front office so I can clean up this mess, I am a bit embarrassed right now.”

“What are you talking about Jas…Oh!” It finally hits me that I have interrupted a private moment for him. I back around the desk towards the door. “Oh my. Um, ok. Sorry about that. I’ll just wait at Marilyn’s desk then.” I pause at the door, “Um, please, take your time.”

I creep from the room and fall into his secretary’s chair. I can’t believe what I just walked in on. Jasper was fantasizing about me when I walked in and interrupted him. My face is hot with embarrassment, yet I feel strangely flattered. I have spent many a night doing just the same thing in my bed while thinking of him. Imagining what it would be like to be held by him, loved by him. It has been so long since I have been with a man that I have almost forgotten what it is like. That ache between my legs has become a throb as I realize it is not just embarrassment that has flushed my face.

As I wait, my thoughts drift back to the conversation with Jeremy a few minutes ago. Why am I waiting? Why don’t I take Jasper up on his offer? For too many years I have been afraid of rejection, I avoided dating so I could avoid the pain of not having my love returned. Jasper is a wonderful man and we are both very lonely, after finding him like that, I can be pretty sure he feels the same for me as I do for him. I shake my head realizing that I have been a fool! I have been stubborn for too long. A man like Jasper is just what I need in my life right now.

The door to the private bathroom in the office opens again. I decide that it is time for me to come down out of the tower and take him up on that offer. Standing, I take a deep breath and to calm the trembling, then walk into the office again. Jasper is nowhere in sight.

“Jasper?” I call softly. There is a bang under the desk and notice the chair is pushed out of the way.

“Ouch!” comes the muffled sound of Jasper’s voice. “Hang on a sec Tracy. I just have a bit more clean up to do.”

Suddenly feeling bold, I walk around the desk and get down on my hands and knees face to face with him under the desk. His face is red and there are beads of perspiration on his forehead. His hair is disheveled and his shirt untucked and unbuttoned still. I can’t help but notice a bit of something clinging to the hair on his chest. Hoping it’s what I think it is, I reach out with my finger and scoop it up, holding it at eye level between us. He looks at my finger and then into my eyes giving me a very guilty look.

I grin. “Looks like you missed some.” Then move the salty fluid to my mouth and lick it seductively off my finger. The tanginess confirms my suspicions and I smile. “Mmmmmm.”

Jasper groans as lift his chin to kiss him softly on the lips. I melt into the kiss and find myself moaning into his mouth. Gently his hand caresses my face before he pulls back from the kiss. His eyes search mine as his hand lingers on my shoulder.

“My God, Tracy. This can’t be real, can it? Are you really here kissing me or am I about to wake up to an awful mess?”

“Shhhh,” I pull his mouth back to mine, kissing him deeply, our tongues exploring and tasting each other for the first time. Never before have kisses been so sweet or so overwhelming. I feel the tugging of his hands on my arms as he pulls me out from under the desk. Our bodies press together as we stand. His hand slips down my back, as he pulls me closer even; his hardness evident as he slowly rubs into my soft belly. I feel the intensity building as I rise up to my tiptoes and rub my aching clit against his groin.

“Ohhh!” I moan into his mouth, “Jasper, I want you so bad!”

His hands on my hips hold me close as we work our way towards the overstuffed couch on the other side of the room. When we reach it, his hands glide up my body, over my aching nipples to my shoulders. He gently pushes me back and stands looking at me, his eyes full of passion.

“I just want to look at you a moment darling. I want to remember this forever. You are so beautiful, I thought I would never have a chance to be with you.” Tears glittered in his eyes but he blinked them away before they could fall. “May I undress you my sweet?”

I answer him by guiding his massive hands from my shoulders to the buttons on the front of my shirt. As he begins to open the buttons, I move my own hands to explore his exposed chest. The fine hairs brushed lightly on the underside of my hands as I twirled my fingers in it. The softness, so inviting, that I nuzzled my face in it, placing light kisses on his taught nipples before kissing my way up to his neck and mouth.

Jasper sighs into my mouth as he slides his fingers under my open shirt to caress the curve of my waist. My skin is alive with electricity from his touch. I’m overwhelmed with sensations as his hands moved to brush the outer curve of my breast. He stopped to cup them, making my knees weak as his thumbs brush my hardened cloth covered nipples. His lips touch my shoulder, nudging my shirt off a bit before he starts a trail of kisses along the edge of my bra, down one side and back up to my other shoulder. My breath, coming in ragged pants as the shirt slides off my shoulders and he kneels, kissing his way to my belt buckle. His hands slide tantalizingly slowly down my belly to unfasten my pants. The sight of him kneeling in front of me is mesmerizing. My fingers tangled in his soft graying hair, as he slides my pants over my hips. I lift my feet as he removes my shoes, socks and pants, leaving me standing only in white bikini panties and a simple white bra.

He sits back on his heals and looks up at me. “My God, Tracy, You have a beautiful body.” He whispers. “Could I watch as you take the rest off?”

I smile, feeling a little flustered and a bit self-conscious but completely turned on by his request. I look straight into his eyes as I reach behind my back to unfasten the bra. Shrugging my shoulders; it slides down my arms to land silently on the floor. Jasper groans as I slowly wiggle my way out of the panties then lift them up on one toe to drop them directly in front of him. He reaches out and takes hold of my foot, lifting it to kiss the ankle. He lifts it higher throwing me off balance causing me to fall back, laughing onto the couch. The smell of leather surrounds me as I sprawl across the length of the couch, flipping one leg up onto the back of it.

Now, my sweet, handsome lawyer,” I grinned up at him as my finger traces lazy circles lower and lower on my belly. “I want to see the part of you that was the source of your embarrassment earlier. Take your clothes off for me?”

“Oh,” He groaned. “My sexy lady, for you I would run naked through the streets if it meant that I could make love to your beautiful body.” He took his shirt off and began to work on his pants.

“Hmmm, naked in the street, eh…” I flashed him a wicked grin. “Well maybe another day. Right now I am not going to let you out of my sight.”

My eyes roamed his now naked body. His chest was nearly covered in a fine layer of soft looking hair that made me want to run my fingers through it. His manhood was long, thick and standing at full attention; I could see the drops of pre-cum leaving a glistening trail down the underside until it disappeared into his hair. I groaned, unable to resist any more, I sat up from the couch, and then knelt at his feet, pausing to look up at him.

“May I please?”

He groaned as his hands gently guided my mouth towards his waiting cock. Reaching out with just the tip of my tongue, I licked the drops from his slit, savoring the taste. My eyes held his gaze his as I slid my lips around his head, my tongue running down the underside of it until his eyes closed and a groan emerged from deep within him. Slowly, I took more and more of him into my mouth until his head hit the back of my throat. He looked down at me, his eyes full of passion. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could. With a slight adjustment in my neck, my breasts brushed his thighs as I swallowed him into my throat. I held still for a moment as he gasped and gripped my head with his hands, then I swallowed, over and over, giving him head with my throat. He seemed to stop breathing and a high-pitched squeak rose from his throat. I backed my mouth off, running my tongue around his head a few times, enjoying the feeling of him in my mouth, before taking him back into my throat. I slid him in and out of my mouth until he gripped my head again.

“No!” He panted. “Stop please. I need to be in you now. I want to make love to you Tracy.”

I stood slowly, the hair on his body teasing my nipples as they rubbed against him; our arms encircling one another as our lips pressing together. I became lost in the passion as our tongues caressed one another as our bodies slid back and forth in a tantalizing dance. His lips, like liquid fire as he kissed down my neck and took my hard nipple in his lips. My world began to spin as the first wave of orgasm crashed over me, leaving my whole body tingling.

As I tried to catch my breath I realized that I was lying on my back on the couch again. Jasper was on top of me, kissing my neck and caressing my breast with his free hand while supporting his weight on the other elbow. I ran my hands down his back and caressed his ass enjoying the warmth and softness of his skin.

I slipped one hand between our bodied and stroked his hard shaft a few times before sliding it over my own wet slit, teasing both of us and bringing me to the brink of another orgasm. When I could take no more, I kissed him deeply, wrapping my long legs around his waist and sliding him deep inside of me. I felt him push against the couch and bury himself as deep as he could into me. We both held very still, breathless as the waves of pleasure coursed through our joined bodies.

Slowly at first we began to move together. Establishing a rhythm that became more and more intense with every stroke until, blind with passion, we felt the orgasm yearning for release between us.

“Oh God, Tracy,” He panted in my ear, “I can’t hold back any longer. I’m gonna cummm…!”

“Oh yes, Jasper!” I cried as he bit into my neck to stifle his yell. “Yes, baby! Cum for me, Pleassseee…ahhhhhh!”

My body trembled as I felt him pumping me full of his cum. Wave after wave of orgasm swept me away, leaving me panting and weak as our bodies locked together in an embrace that spoke more than any word could.

I lay there, gently kissing his forehead and running my fingers lazily across his back, trying to regain enough composure to speak.

“So, now tell me, did I make this old man’s fantasy come true?” I teased quietly.

I felt him laugh silently then lift his head from my breast to look into my eyes.

“Oh Tracy, I never imagined anything could be this good!”

I laughed. “I know, reality is so much better than fantasy isn’t it!”

We lay together for a few more minutes until we found the strength to get up.

“You know,” He teased, “I’m pretty thirsty after all this activity. You wouldn’t happen to know anywhere around here where I can get a decent latte’ would you?”

I laughed. “Well I brought you one but you were too pre-occupied to drink it at the time. I’m sure it is cold now.”

“Come on” He got up then extended his hand to help me up. “Lets go get cleaned up then I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”

“Hey, aren’t you lucky, I’m running a special right now,” I teased as I followed him into his little bathroom. “Anyone who buys me a cup of coffee gets a deluxe night in my apartment and breakfast in bed the next morning.”

“Mmmm,” He nuzzled my neck and kissed it gently. “Now there is a good deal. But don’t you have to open the shop at 6:00 in the morning?”

“Hmmm, yeah, I do.” I grinned. “But I bet I can talk Jeremy into opening for me tomorrow if he sees you with me.”

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Tracy
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