Vanilla Latte (closed for Showdolly and I)

[fukensploogin]

Tommy didn't see her come into the coffeeshop; he had been too busy stirring the brewing coffee and getting espresso shots pulled. He had been making coffee drinks for a solid hour and a half, and it was almost time for his break. He saw a vanilla latte coming up in the queue, the last drink of the rush. it was for "dolly".

he steamed some milk and pulled a shot for a cappucino, dropping the shot in and following it with the milk. then there was a mocha. he started a shot pouring and then shot some chocolate syrup into a cup. he poured the shot on top of it and then mixed it up, whirring the shot around the bottom of the cup, taking the chocolate with it, before pouring the milk on top of it.

last one: vanilla latte. he told his partner he was going on his break after this drink, and poured enough milk for two lattes. the got two shots together after the milk was properly steamed. he pumped some vanilla syrup into two paper cups. the shots followed, and then the milk, and some foam to top it off.

"Dolly!" he called out. "Here's your vanilla latte!"

"Thank you," she said. He was reaching for a lid for his own vanilla latte when he got a good look at her, and his jaw just about dropped.

"Oh, you're welcome," he stammered, unable to take his eyes from her gaze...

 

[showdolly]

Dolly

Dolly liked her vanilla lattes. So she was a late starter, but that was the advantage of working from home. She had liked the coffee shop up the way, but it had gone under. This was her first time in the new-fangled shop on the shopping strip.

She was typing madly away on her notebook when she heard her name and order called. She closed the notebook and headed up to the counter to grab her drink. She noticed before getting to the counter that the man back there seemed a little out of place - most of the workers in the shop were teenagers. Maybe this was a manager or something, filling in for a sick kid. Who knew, but he sure was stunning.

'He must work out,' she thought as she strode up to the counter. 'Nope, no wedding ring. How convenient....' Her mind danced and played, but she simply said a polite "Thank You."

Was he checking her out as well? She wasn't sure - it'd been too long since she'd let a man get close. The last one, well, she wouldn't go there.
Men had probably checked her out all along, but she just didn't notice, nor care to notice. Her figure was great, though a little bigger than some women her age -- after all, she stayed home and could eat whatever, whenever. And then there were the vanilla lattes.... But her legs were defined, all the walking she did, and she'd learned how to fit those skirts on her smaller waist. Jeans, now jeans were a problem - always had to buy a bigger size so they'd fit over her hips. The smaller the shirt the better, too. She hated putting those nice, big ta-tas in the constraints of a bra. Ugh.

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy watched Dolly as she carried her drink back to her table. There was a laptop, and once she was back at her table, that was where her attention was directed. Tommy grabbed a free drink card and went out to the patio where she was sitting.

"Umm, Dolly?" he said when he got to your table. She looked up at him. He wasn't too tall... almost six feet, curly brown hair that seemed to have a mind of its own, a good tan and an athletic build. He was wearing a black apron over faded blue jeans and a rock n roll tee-shirt. When she was looking at him, he said:

"It took more than five minutes for you to get your drink, so this card is good for a free drink the next time you come in." He held the card out for her.

 

[showdolly]

"It did?" Dolly checked her watch. "Didn't seem like that long...." Dolly really had no idea what time she'd ordered.
"But I'll take the freebie! I have one of these every day -it's a bad habit of mine - and since the shop up the road closed, I thought I'd try this place. How convenient!"

She grinned as she reached to take the card from his hand. My, he certainly was nice-looking.
"Um," she said, wanting to hold him there for a minute longer but unsure of what she was going to say. She glanced at the card, studying it, hoping it would give her a reason to ask a question - something. Anything to make this fine-looking coffee guy stick around another minute.
"I, hm...." Then she saw the cup in his hand and remembered he'd had another vanilla latte in his hand when he'd hollered that it was his break time. At least, the cup was the same as hers and had that chocolate-looking cow on it. that means vanilla latte, right?

"You're drinking a vanilla latte too?" She hoped he was, otherwise she'd sound stupid.

 

[fukensploogin]

"Yeah, actually, it's my favorite thing to make. Well, I don't work every morning... sometimes it's the afternoon, sometimes it's until closing at night... but I'd certainly be more than happy to make you a vanilla latte anytime.

He suddenly leaned do, almost like he was looking for something on the floor, and said to her quietly: "We're not supposed to hit on the customers while they're in the store. I've never done this before, so I'll just be really direct: will you meet me across the street in an hour and a half? That's when I get off, and I was thinking of getting dinner at this pizza place up the street. What do you say?"

 

[showdolly]

Dolly's stomach jumped into her throat.

"Well, sure!" She hoped she hadn't sounded too enthusiastic. She calmed herself a bit. "Actually, about an hour and 20 minutes or so and I'll be done working on this stupid transcript. Gives me a few minutes to, um, freshen up...."
It was brazen, she knew, but she did it anyway. Dolly took her hands and pushed up her breasts slightly a couple of times, in rhythm with her last couple of words. She reached over and gently massaged Erik's arm as she too quieted her voice.

"I'd love to share some sauce with you."
She sat back upright in her chair, astounded with herself that she'd been so direct. She wondered if he liked that. She was such a flirt, always had been when she'd been paying attention to that sort of thing. Many men probably felt that she was a tease. She was a relentless flirt, and when it got down to touching she often became shy and reserved. If only those men realized - that shy, reserved spirit was only nerves and would dissolve quickly with the right touch.

"I'll wait here, and finish my work. Sounds like a plan to me." Dolly glared at him, and looked him up and down, gauging his reaction.

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy could have swore she felt herself up just then... his eyes must be playing tricks on him...

"Great, okay, I'll just come back to your table when I get off."

Or, before I get off, he thought to himself, eyeing her tits and getting hungrier and hungrier for them... he took a long swig of his latte and smiled at her. "I better get back..."




OOC: gonna get some sleep, i'll probably be able to post in the morning once or twice ;-)

 

[showdolly]

OC: tease! Seeya....

Dolly grinned. She caught the confused look on his face and knew he'd caught that little trick she'd pulled. She wondered if he was a "tit man".

Tommy, his nametag said. Dolly smiled, agreed with him, and turned her attention back to her computer to finish her work.

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy

he'd been thinking about what she had said to him for the rest of his shift: "I'd love to share some sauce with you"

What had she meant by that? There was definitely something sexual in her tone... or had he imagined it?

His shift was finally over. He took off the apron and hung it in the back and washed the coffee smell off his hands. His stomach rumbled--he was ready for that pizza!--and so he went out to see if Dolly was still there...

 

[showdolly]

Dolly had been a little quicker than she'd thought in finishing her work. She checked her watch. 'Yep, still a full half hour to go.' She grinned. That'd be great. Just enough time....

She hopped off to the restroom, notebook and bag in hand. She stood in front of the mirror, and pulled her form-fitting 1/4 sleeve light-light pink-almost-white shirt up above her bare breasts. She turned on the cold water, and flicked some on each nipple, making them wet and protrubant. That was better.... She pulled her shirt down again, making sure her nips were pointing straight ahead. Those C-almost-D cups were sometimes a little difficult to aim.

She raised her red, flirty, almost-knee-length skirt up to her shoulders, squatted slightly, separated her pussy lips, and slapped at her button a couple times - til it stang and she began to feel her heat rise.

She pulled some glitter skin oil from her bag and lightly greased her legs, neck, and chest revealed by the v-neck top. She refreshed her makeup, lipstick matching her skirt and not too much black on the eyes. She wasn't, after all, a slut. Just, well, a little hornier than she'd been in a while....

She spritzed herself with her favorite scent - vanilla, of course - and almost skipped out of the restroom, just in time to see Tommy standing in the middle of the floor, looking around - assumedly for her. She trotted over to him - he hadn't seen her yet. She pecked him on the cheek, sweetly squeezed his taught buttocks just once, and when he whirled around to her she grinned. "Hungry?"

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy

Tommy felt a hand grabbing his ass and he spun around, greeted with a kiss on the cheek from Dolly, who had snuck up behind him somehow.

"Hungry?" she asked him, and he looked down at her. Her v-neck shirt afforded a generous view of her full tits, and her nipples were pushing out against the fabric. He looked up from her tits, and she had definitely caught him looking at her chest.

"I'm ravenous," he said, licking his lips. "But not for pizza. C'mon, we'll get dinner after the movie," he said to her, grabbing her hand and stepping towards the door.

 

[showdolly]

The movie prospect

"Sure! What should we see?" Dolly didn't wait for an answer. "I only walked here - my apartment is only a dozen blocks or so away. You drive, or are we walking?"

She pulled a banana from her bag. She was trotting again, her flip flops dragging along with her. She opened the fruit, and licked it. She glared at it a second, licked it again, and devoured 2/3 of it in her first bite. She realized she must look awfully strange to her new friend here, so she explained.

"MMf. Surrey. Tie-s me o'er." She stumbled over the words with her mouth full of banana. She pulled her pinkie up to her mouth to keep any from falling out of it, and laughed at herself. She swallowed as much as she could before continuing. "Sorry. I mean it tieds me over - til after the movie. Not real hungry, just," she swallowed again finishing the bite. "Just a little snack. And sorry about the full mouth - I dunno. It's how I eat a banana. most of it in one bite, and I never finish the rest. Want it?" She held out the banana for him as she asked yet another question.

"So, what is it you're hungry for, anyway?" Her mind reeled at the possibilities, and she made it stop, physically shaking her head to make the thoughts leave, but not realizing it had been a visible movement. She must stop thinking that way. She'd just met this nice young fellow and she was going to scare the poor guy away if she didn't quit it. She knew she would. She made a mental note to tone it down a bit.

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy

Tommy put his arm around her as they walked up the street. "Well, the theatre just a couple blocks away is showing a matinee, uh, Wordplay, that I wanted to see. It's about cross-word puzzles."

He pulled her close as she asked what he was hungry for. He reached down and squeezed one of her asscheeks as he said: "I don't know, hot dog, maybe some pop-corn, lotsa butter, maybe a vanilla malt and a burger and fries, or a big greasy pizza."

He looked down at her as they walked, and caught her eye. He glanced down, eyeing her gently bouncing cleavage before looking back at her.

 

[showdolly]

Dolly's invitation

"Vanilla malt, huh? That sounds great. Wordplay? Yeah, I've heard of it. Sounded like a great storyline, but I'd heard it wasn't done as well as it could have been. Heard there's plenty of make-out opportunities."

Dolly tossed the rest of the banana in the trash can. She'd be fine on the food, and almost regretted her forwardness until she caught Tommy eyeing her chest....

"Oh, the glitter." She smiled sweetly. "I had it in my bag, thought it might be cute in the sun." She wiggled her chest, shoulders and head back. "Can you actually see the glitter? I couldn't tell in the restroom."

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy

"ah, it's glitter! that's why you reminded me of some kind of angel, you're glowing!" he eyed her upper body, taking in more good looks at her ample chest.

"Hey, here we are, at the theatre." Tommy turned to the girl in the box-office and said: "two, for wordplay, please." He handed her a twenty and took the change and tickets and opened the theatre door for Dolly.

 

[showdolly]

Snack bar flirt

Dolly entered the theater, and trotted to the snack bar. She turned to Tommy. "Vanilla malts, right? Anything else? My mouth is watering and warm; I need something sweet - something cold, and something hot. I like variety I guess." She grinned as Tommy perused the menu board.

She tucked in closer, slightly behind him. She put her arm around his waist, and rested her chin on his shoulder from behind. "How many other people you think are gonna come see this today? It's early - you must have gotten the matinee price all the change you got back."

Now she tucked her fingers inside Tommy's back pockets. His ass was so tight! She longed to see it soon, for him to.... She made the thoughts leave. First date, ya know....

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy

he smiled wickedly to himself as he felt her hands in his back pockets, feeling up his ass. he ordered a big bag of buttered popcorn to go with the vanilla malts, and then they went to the theatre. Tommy and Dolly walked inside, arms around each other, surreptiously copping feels of each other's butt, and looked around the theatre and found it totally empty, except for an usher sweeping the aisle. the usher left as they pondered where they should sit.

 

[showdolly]

Dolly hopes and dreams

Dolly enjoyed the little playing they did on the way into the theater. Yes, a perfect interlude to what she hoped might happen in the dark.... She was ecstatic to see an empty theater, and practically dragged Tommy to the dark side corner, just under the divider wall midway down the stadium seating. Yes, this was perfect. IF anything happened, any theater persons checking on the movie-goers would think the theater empty. Surely they wouldn't walk all the way down the ramps, when there was apparently no one in there. No, she knew they wouldn't. They were lazy teenagers.

"This okay?" She asked Tommy as she sat. Thinking they were connecting on a silent wavelength, she sensed that he too thought it perfect. She hoped she hadnt' hurt or bothered him by pulling him down here; she was just too excited that no one was around - at least not yet. And again, she'd heard things about the movie, and it was early.

 

[fukensploogin]

love-seat

Tommy stumbled after her as she led him to their seats, in a corner.

"Now this is why I love this theatre. The arm-rests raise up!" Tommy said, sitting down next to Dolly and raising the armrest so there was no barrier between them. Before Tommy could even set down the popcorn and malts on the empty seat next to him, their hands were on each others legs and arms almost instantly, and they looked at each other for a moment before Tommy leaned in to kiss her.

 

[showdolly]

Dolly

His kiss was perfect - not too sloppy, but not too shy either. She felt herself melting some, but maintained her composure enough to press back into him. She tasted him, and tasted him, and tasted him - the taste of vanilla that they both enjoyed so delicious with his flavors among them, she wanted to stay with his mouth and drink it - just like the delicious latte he'd served her earlier.

Her hands moved and massaged randomly about his thighs, as he struggled to put the snacks down with one hand and felt of her just as randomly and just shy of feverishly. Neither were panicked, nor rushed, just enjoying the feel of the other.

Dolly let out a slow, quiet, almost whimpering moan. She realized that too often her hands were touching and massaging a little too close to his middle for a first date. She didn't care - not in the throws of that passionate kiss. She wondered if his roaming hand came close enough to her secrets for him to feel her heat rising.

 

[fukensploogin]

hands!

he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her... his hands on her arms and across her belly, her hips, her butt...

and when he felt her hands getting so dangerously close to the heat he was packing in the middle... he reached for one of her breasts, cupping the globe in his hand, instantly finding her nipple, which was hard in the cold theatre.

he squeezed her whole breast in his hand and then played with her nipple some more, all through the thin material of her little shirt.

 

[showdolly]

Dolly let out a short groan.... Right to her main button, he'd gone, and didn't even know it. She became a little more forceful in her kiss, more purposeful with her hands. She expertly kneaded the muscles of both legs, starting inside just above his knee, she would kneed twice and move up about an inch and half, kneading twice and inching along until she reached as far as she could get without touching him.

He was becoming aroused, she could tell. It wasn't overtly obvious yet, but it was growing. She could tell that this wouldn't be about the movie much.... She inched her hands up a little more, kneading the upper most part of Tommy's inner thighs. The backs of her hands skimmed his rising passions, and she let them, kneading his toned leg muscles for all she was worth.

She burned with excitement as she wondered how long it would be before she had the gall to touch him....

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy's Deep Thoughts...

Damn, she must really like my legs! I have to remember to work out more often. Damn those hands are nice... damn these tits are nice! God, I'm so hard it hurts! These jeans are too tight. I wonder how much she's gonna want to help me out with that...???

Tommy started kissing her cheek and then down to her neck, licking and nibbling at the delicious skin, before moving his lips down to her shoulder... he started really getting into squeezing her tits, too, each of his hands toying with one of her heaving breasts, and he kissed her shoulder and looked down and saw right down her shirt, and all that glorious cleavage, and he kissed down from her shoulder, nuzzling his face into her chest, licking and kissing her mounds.

 

[showdolly]

Dolly couldn't take it any more. He had both her breasts in his hands - both at once almost sent her in to shock waves by itself anyway. He lowered his head to kiss her chest, burying himself in the masses.

One hand flew up to the back of his head, not guiding him really, more feeling his own motions and tendancies. She wanted to let him know how she loved that, how she'd wanted that.
Her other hand moved, slowly at first, then purposefully and with intent, to the bulge, now obviously uncomfortably restrained by his jeans. She pulled on his prize through those jeans, and knew they would hinder the sensation. She scratched her nails quickly across the material holding back his possessions. As she went back to her strokes, she decided to brave it. First date or not, he had to almost be in pain behind those jeans, and we couldn't have that now, could we??

She fiddled with his button a bit, but couldn't loose it - the material pulled to tightly around his mass. She pulled the zipper away from him and down instead, and inserted her fingertips in the gap, wondering how much more material was in the way of her final destination.
She moaned again under the sensation of Tommy's mouth on her assets. How she loved him paying his attentions there! She opened her legs, her steamy wetness making that skirt uncomfortable. Boy was she glad for those retractable armrests....

 

[fukensploogin]

an opening...

Tommy felt her struggling with his fly, so he reluctantly removed one of his hands from her tit and deftly undid the button, setting his jeans loose, revealing that his cock was still imprisoned inside a pair of tight cotton boxer-briefs.

A bit more comfortable, he withdrew his hand and reached up for her breast again, but then realized that she had just spread her legs, and his hand reacted before he could even think about it... his hand was on her upper thigh... and then it trailed down and reached right for her crotch, gently exploring, grazing over things... surprised to find how wet her thong is...