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wanderer-neri · 6 years ago

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Coffee and Cream

A commission I did for aabsurdity about a dickgirl called Cassie who meets the rather attractive and curvy Mary, does naughty things and ends up getting caught... but with a good ending! Most definitely smut so if you don’t like that, don’t look under the cut.

Content: Voyeur/Public, Dickgirl

It is with a sigh of both frosted breath and willpower leaving her exhausted body that Cassie stops to peer into the bay window of the local coffee shop. Looking in, she sees a quaint den of richly-varnished wood and warm autumnal colors, filled with restful figures chatting and lounging in comfortable sofas and booths. Stopping in front of the door, she pauses, mulling over whether she had truly earned such an expense or not. Sheepishly, she shoves her sense of logic to the side with a half-hearted promise of being frugal later. Going to grasp the ornate handle of the antique wooden door, she slowly pushes it open, the action accompanied by the pleasant jingle of a silver bell hanging above the door.

Entering the café, a cloud of warmth and the rich smell of winter spices and roasted coffee envelopes Cassie, a welcome change from the crisp September air outside. Unbuttoning her tan double-breasted coat, she gently slides it off and folds it over one arm. She casts her gaze around curiously, looking over to the counter at the back of the room. There, an elderly lady is ordering in a slothful fashion, uninteresting in itself, but her eyes are quickly drawn past her to the woman attending the bar behind.

Her brow raises slightly as she beholds the woman serving the café, or, well, half of her, seeing as though her chest barely reaches over the counter-top due to her diminutive size. What she can see is rather entrancing though, to say the least; the girl’s tight uniform clings to the voluminous swell of her chest, accentuated by her dull green bib-style apron, the fabric drawn tight under her bust by a drawstring tied around her back. Her generous endowments don’t seem to inconvenience her though, if her animated and lively movements when serving her customer are anything to go by. Going by them indeed, Cassie finds her eyes following the swaying motions of the twin peaks as the girl reaches up to grab cups and saucers from the shelves above and places them with practised swiftness upon the counter.

A second jingle rouses Cassie from her sudden voyeurism, the wooden door lightly smacking her rounded rear as it opens. Letting out a faint squeak of surprise, she turns and fumbles out a quiet apology. Her gaze is met by the somewhat confused expression of a teenage boy, causing her to only intensify in her fluster, moving quickly out of the way of the boy as he passes. Pausing a moment to collect herself with a slight frown, she chides herself for her shameless perversion and pats down her coat with a small sigh before she continues into the café proper.

Making her way with barely suppressed eagerness towards the back of the room, Cassie side-steps the elderly woman carrying her drinks from the counter, too preoccupied to give her more than a cautious glance as the pensioner wobbles along. Turning her attention back to the counter, Cassie finds that the object of her previous attention now returns the favour, the soft-figured girl peering quizzically back at her with a pair of wonderfully moss-green eyes, framed by long locks of chocolate-brown hair, so warm and autumnal that she looks almost designed just to suit this place. Glancing downwards with a thinly-veiled lecherous gaze, she notices the name-tag resting upon the crest of the girl’s bust states “Mary”, the writing rather elegant and floral, the y at the end sporting a long, sweeping loop that ends in a small heart; giving the impression that this girl clearly puts more than the require effort into the job.

With a small smile, likely feigned yet convincingly genuine, the barista – or rather, Mary, asks in a polite tone "Hello, what can I get you, ma’am?" Her voice clear and soft; as soft as the rest of her, going by the way her body fills out her uniform almost too much. Cassie finds her eyes slowly drawn lower, lower, until she quickly realizes she's being watched, and swallows slowly, bringing her eyes back up as she thinks quickly, having been caught off guard by what should really be a simple exchange.

"C-coffee." Cassie stutters out slowly, meekly bringing her gaze back up to lock with the barista's, the women giving her a rather blank stare before she cracks a small smile.

"Yes, that's what we sell here, ma'am, what kind?" Mary replies in a slightly bemused tone as she gestures up at the chalk-written blackboards hanging on the wall behind her, her bust swaying just a little as she pivots on the spot.

Feeling rather embarrassed by her sudden awkwardness, Cassie half-mumbles "Uh... spi...spiced... you do the cinnamon stuff... right?" as she looks absent-mindedly at the boards, catching a side-view of the swell of the woman’s chest in the process, wholly distracted from her task.

"Yep, spiced coffee! What size? We do tall, venti, grande... you know, fancy-schmancy Italian lingo." the girl bounces back with practised speed, reaching down to pick up a few empty cups, showing them off to Cassie, who glances quickly before tearing her gaze away before she ogles the girl even more obviously.

“Uh, I… n… normal size. Whatever that’s called.” Cassie replies quickly as she looks away, surveying the cosy wood-panelled room. She finds her eyes drawn to the several paintings of various local scenes and buildings adorning the walls, accentuated by slightly orange-hued lamps, giving the entire café a warm, firelit tone.

Exhaling slowly, Cassie shakes her head, listening to the low murmur of talking, rustle of clothing and occasional clinking of mugs on saucers. She stares into nothingness for a short while, the sudden exertion of her long day catching up to her, a whirlwind of clients and meetings that blur into a grey mess of arduous formality. Feeling rather faint all of a sudden, she considers buying some food, leaning forward to peer down at the various cakes and delicacies on display behind a pane of glass, squinting slightly as she reads the floral font on the small placards adorning them. She grimaces slightly at the price and stands back up.

"Ma'am?" the voice asks, Cassie quickly turning back to consider the ample woman attending the counter, a rather large steaming mug on a saucer now placed before herself.

Mary smiles, and turns to the register, swiftly tapping buttons as she gazes at the machine. “That’ll beeee…” she holds the final syllable for a moment as the machine seems to think for a long moment. Squinting at the machine, the barista taps the last button again more sternly. “Bah, sorry, new computer thingy… somehow slower than the old one...” she grumbles before letting out a small sigh.

Moments later, the machine lets out a small beep and the barista smiles. “Two dollars fifty!” she concludes as she turns the card-reader around to face Cassie with a quizzical expression. The shy and rather flustered girl rummages in her coat for her card, and pays quickly, trying her best to keep her eyes from devouring the woman and her pillowy physique too obviously. Once done, she tucks her card back into the coat’s pocket and picks up her mug by the saucer in two hands.

Casting her eyes around for a place to sit, Cassie finds nothing, before looking to her right, noticing a booth free in the corner facing the counter, a cosy space with a seat filling three sides, upholstered with slightly worn and cracked brown leather that shows a service to the valiant cause of cushioning rears. Glancing around again to make sure a lone girl taking it wouldn’t be too much an inconvenience, she strides over, careful to not spill her drink in the process.

Taking a seat and placing her drink down before her, Cassie lowers her leather messenger bag under the table and scoots around the seat. With her back now to the corner of the café, she has a superb overview of the room that allows her one of her small pet pleasures – people watching. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices with a small jolt of surprise that she can see the lower half of the barista girl behind the counter, especially her ample rear, tightly bound by her work trousers.

Averting her eyes quickly, Cassie shrugs off her coat and places it beside her, tugging a little at the collar of her woollen sweater underneath. The loose neck slouches over one slim shoulder, one black strap of her bra visible, contrasted against her pale skin. Below, she is clad in a brown pleated skirt short enough that it leaves a strip of milky skin visible on each thigh between it and her thigh-high black socks. One perk of working remotely, she muses, getting to wear anything you like, or often, very little unless true necessary.

Letting out a small sigh, she leans back against the squishy chair, one hand embracing the mug on the table before herself as she glances up once-more, gaze ashamedly drawn to her quarry despite the protests of her modesty; the soul is willing but the flesh is weak, as they always say. Lifting the mug to her lips, she samples the spiced drink within and frowns slightly as the inklings of desire begin to creep into her mind; and down below, too, if the subtle bulge tenting at her short skirt is anything to go by.

Thankfully for Cassie, the large booth table offers ample protection from any meandering eyes, something she is highly grateful for as she slides one hand down to tug a little at her skirt, grumbling quietly as she tries to fix the problem; she is, after all, a woman with a little extra. Although her sexual quirk is not exactly unheard of, it would still be quite unbecoming, and if her reddened cheeks are anything to go by, highly embarrassing if she were to get noticed.

Only adding further fuel to the flames of embarrassment is the fact that, for a girl, Cassie was rather blessed by mother nature; something she regrets more than enjoys a majority of the time, having been endlessly teased and chastised for it when younger, and having difficulties learning to hide it.

With her hand now upon her burgeoning shaft, if only to press it down and tuck it again properly, Cassie's eyes once again lock with the body of the brown-haired barista at the counter, and as though she had just stepped out of her own body, she feels herself sitting there, surrounded by unassuming, unsuspecting people, with her twitching shaft blooming in her hand.

The shaft quickly strains at her ill-suited panties until it slips free, bouncing slightly, the sizeable endowment crowning a pair of rounded, hairless balls which follow suit in escaping their confines to one side of her undergarments. Her tip very nearly smacks the underside of the table as it reaches its full height, a fact that brings her quickly back to her senses. She presses her shaft down and crosses her legs, feeling her cheeks burn with shame at even eliciting a shred of arousal from, well, such a carnal and debased thought.

Yet, Cassie found herself unable to fully deny the blossoming urges that slowly tug at the fraying weave of her logical mind, unravelling her obstinate prudishness inch by inch. Maybe she could give into it... just a little. That girl is rather cute, after all, she states in the courtroom of her own mind, although her modesty and pride quickly object. Her pale legs slowly part, her now-freed length bobbing upwards cautiously as blood rushes to it once again. Peering over at the object of her desires, she takes in her rather portly curves and the way they faintly strain at her slightly-too-small clothes.

Hoping her hungry gaze remains unrequited, Cassie's cheeks burn as brightly as the flame of her restrained lust as she slowly but surely wraps her delicate fingers around her throbbing shaft. She strokes slowly upwards until she reaches the tip, her thumb brushing over the head of foreskin before sliding her hand back down, squirming a little in her seat before realizing how obvious she was being.

Stiffening a little (both above and below), she tucks her length down between her thighs, and lifts her hands up to embrace her mug once-more as she tries to look inconspicuous, feeling her shaft sway up and down with her flow of blood beneath the table.

Lifting the cup to her lips and sipping it inconspicuously, Cassie swills the warm, rich fluid around in her mouth before swallowing as she gazes over at Mary whilst she serves customers, the girl leaning down behind the bar every so often to pick up mugs or saucers; her ample bosom slothfully bounces along with her quick motions much to the voyeur’s shameful delight as she squishes and squeezes her throbbing length between her sock-clad thighs.

Quite suddenly, Cassie feels a faint wetness on her leg, and glances down to see fluid drooling from her tip onto her long socks. She goes to rub the fluid off quickly with her sleeve before it can stain, grimacing as it leaves a faint mark that won’t come out despite her best efforts.

“Ma’am?” a voice asks curiously, far too close for comfort. Cassie’s head jerks up, her heart leaping in her chest as she spies Mary standing before her, the plump girl’s hands clasped between her shapely hips as she peers at the seated girl curiously.

“Y-yes?” Cassie replies with a slight stammer, her breathing slightly laboured, as she presses her needy shaft down between her thighs quickly. Squeezing her legs together, she tries in earnest to look inconspicuous, her heart pounding in her chest as she meets the girl’s gaze, fervently hoping her cover isn’t blown.

The barista is seemingly oblivious to any of this, and smiles politely. Speaking in a cordial tone, she asks “Is everything okay? Drink good?” as she gestures down to the empty mug on the table.

The seated girl stares back blankly for a brief moment, before she quickly nods and replies “Y-yeah, I'm fine!” with a nervous tone, her eyes wide with surprise, her length down below throbbing painfully upwards, separated only from the target of her arousal by a thin piece of wood.

Staring at Cassie’s blank expression and red-flushed cheeks for a moment, she creases her lips, letting out an audible “Hmmm.” Seemingly not fully convinced, she says “Well, I noticed you sitting here looking down... you, uh, seemed... y’know… upset maybe?” Her voice is soft and tinged with concern, her obvious sincerity only serving to twist the knife of Cassie’s guilt at having sexualized such an innocent being, especially without her consent.

Cassie mentally stumbles for a moment, blinking a few times, before she mumbles “Sorry, just…” as she glances down again. Trying to be sneaky, she pulls her phone out of her pocket and holds it up. “Texting a friend!” she bluffs unconvincingly, the device’s screen unlit, the phone clearly off.

Mary creases her lips, and Cassie’s heart skips a beat, although the barista shrugs it off. “I apologize then… I do like keeping my customers pleased though, you know?” she says, expression quickly softening back to her previous pleasant demeanour. However, the way the barista spoke makes her feel like something is slightly off.

In the face of this disarmingly attractive woman, however, Cassie brushes it off, more concerned with the fact she was masturbating assumedly in view of this woman just moments earlier. Mary gestures down at the cup again as if reminding Cassie of her previous question.

Following the motion, Cassie looks down at her empty cup, before exclaiming “Oh!” and nodding slowly. “Yeah, it’s… I mean... it was really good!” she says with a small approving smile. The barista gives a small bow and takes the cup and saucer in her hands, going to place it back on the counter behind her to be cleaned.

Whilst Mary’s back is turned, Cassie quickly tries to tuck her twitching shaft back whence it came, but it was having none of it, resisting in earnest. Abandoning her fruitless task, she squishes her legs together over it again again, and waits for the girl to return.

“Have, you... been here long? The shop, I mean, though you too I guess...” Cassie asks as Mary turns back to her. She tries her best to keep her gaze firmly on Mary’s face, but finds it to be battle with the odds stacked firmly against her, her length squirming against her clenched thighs in open defiance down below.

The girl doesn’t respond directly, instead gesturing to the seat to the right of Cassie, asking “May I? My shift just finished.” in her soft, disarming tone as she steps near to the chair.

Cassie nods to the girl slowly before she even thinks about her answer, her hands quickly sneaking into her lap to cover any possible hint of her length, albeit rather poorly. Mary takes a seat to her right and lets out a small sigh of relief, seemingly oblivious to Cassie’s secret.

Leaning back against the leather back of the chair, Mary begins to regale Cassie about the past of the shop; how it used to be a liquor bar and gambling club that just wasn’t making ends meet, and the owner who reluctantly decided to ‘become more hip with the youth’, turning it into a coffee shop. She remarks how most of the interior is original, thus explaining why it felt more authentic than most ‘antique’ cafés around.

As the girl talks with all the vivacity of a blooming rose, her cheerful, if slightly homely elegance making Cassie find herself quickly smitten, both in heart and hidden length below. She nods along with the girl’s words, although barely paying attention to the specific meanings, more entranced by her silken tone and warm demeanour than anything else.

Mary, clearly eager to blow off steam after her shift, continues to softly ramble about the café and her daily chores, more than happy to fill both sides of the conversation in for the shy girl next to her. Cassie finds the hand hiding her length slowly creeping around it once-more, the proximity of the girl, and the faint, wispy notes of her perfume – a deep, rich cocoa scent - electrify her senses and coaxing her onwards despite the danger.

Suddenly, silence. Cassie blinks once or twice, realizing Mary has stopped talking, and is now resting her cheek on one palm, her elbow resting on the table as she considers Cassie with a steely gaze. Then, she gives her a small, playful wink, belying her innocent, unassuming character. With a jump of surprise, Cassie feels another set of digits envelop her length, sliding under her own hand and brushing it away.

“You are like a child in a candy store, the way you looked at me… so naive and cute...” Mary whispers in a surprisingly sultry tone, her green eyes slightly lidded as she begins to slowly ministrate Cassie’s length with soft strokes.

Cassie goes stiff, eyes widening as she freezes in surprise, stuttering out a “Y-y...y-” before Mary shushes her softly.

“You didn’t ask my consent before, whys that matter now?” Mary whispers with a faint smile, disarming Cassie entirely, the sheepish girl’s feigned resistance evaporating in moments. With casual grace, Mary slides a little up the chair closer to Cassie, her pillowy bust softly pressing against Cassie’s meek own as the pair sit in the corner, the barista casually jerking her off under the table with deliberate, rhythmic motions as she looks out over the café.

Cassie sits silent, too shocked to do otherwise, but Mary begins to talk softly, asking her pleasant, meaningless things like what she enjoys, her job, the girl sounding generally interested but giving Cassie the feeling it is just a ruse to keep suspecting eyes off the pair, a pocket of silence suspicious in the low murmur of the room.

Replying in earnest as normally as possible, Cassie can’t help but give out a gentle sigh, verging almost on a moan, as the girl’s hand tends to her throbbing, needy length with her soft embrace. Mary hushes her softly before continuing, lifting the length now upwards, helping her thrust her embraced fingers upon the shaft with driven purpose.

Slowly being lulled into a dreamy state, Cassie is surprised by a warm softness as the girl moves her rather plump legs to press against her own, Mary intertwining them gently, one above, one below. With yet more skin essentially against skin, Cassie slowly melts in the girl’s eager if gentle hold, all stress ebbing from her body except the faintly looming, yet wholly arousing fear of being discovered.

Leaning against the softly rounded woman beside her, Cassie rests her head on Mary’s shoulder, an act innocuous enough that nobody who casts their eyes in their direction even bats an eye... a double-edged boon, Cassie reluctantly admits, finding herself harbouring a guilty, deeply repressed desire for people to actually know what her sudden suitor is doing to her... for her.

However, all this debaucherous musing is easily swept aside as she feels the peak of her climax quickly approaching, the girl going to mutter out a hushed warning as she feels her body tensing, loins throbbing with the warm, blissful waves of a pent-up orgasm. Mary moves her hand to enclose her partner’s tip, thick, gooey spurts of seed filling the cupped vessel quickly as Cassie goes limp, fully spent against the shoulder of her new acquaintance, half-hiding her face in shame, drawing a few odd glances here and there from those curious enough to look.

Lifting her hand, the curvy barista picks up a paper napkin with her clean one and wipes up the mess casually, balling up the crumpled napkin and dropping it into Cassie’s now-empty mug. She props up the girl in the corner of the booth as she breathes slowly and slips off the chair, walking back behind the counter to hang up her apron, eliciting a raised eyebrow and a curious query from the young, unkempt-haired boy who took over from her shift.

Playing it off with a small smile and a mutter of catching up with an old acquaintance, Mary walks back around the counter and gives the boy a small wave, before turning to Cassie, still basking in her pleasant afterglow, and giving her a small wink. Cassie smiles back, cheeks flushed, and looks down at the table, seeing the remaining napkin. The thin, soft paper is adorned with a small, floral series of numbers in black ink.

Picking up the gift with a faint sense of wonder, Cassie folds it carefully and tucks it into her coat’s pocket, mind drifting to thoughts of her surprise lover... before quickly away again, feeling her spent length throb just a little in response. She scolds herself as her mind wanders, bringing it back to the task at hand… her exit!

Meekly, and with great care to not blow her cover now of all time, she tucks her length back into her undergarments firmly before brushing down her pleated skirt, checking to make sure no remnant of her tryst was left to discover. Finding herself clean, besides a faint dark smear down one of her socks, she nods slowly and stands up.

Glancing around, Cassie’s eyes meet her newfound friend for but a moment before they both avert them with haste. Although she feels an urge to show her adoration for the girl, or thank her more properly, she buries it down below, for now, not wanting to cause the girl any problems or awkward questions in such a public place.

Adorning her coat, Cassie sneaks one final glance at her before briskly leaving, mind blustering with twin storms of barely-restrained joy and the looming specter of shame. Her breath steams the cold September air a little more thickly now as she walks back home with a slightly bigger spring in her stride, the napkin firmly ensconced in her coat pocket, a promise of something even greater yet to come.

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