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She had a young, narrow oval face, thin-lipped with just a hint of lipstick. A pretty face that complimented her dark blue eyes. That's what I was thinking anyway as she asked me what I wanted to drink. Her voice was soft and bright and seemed a thousand miles away.

"Excuse me?" I said.

She smiled, and her face lit up. "You seem distracted," she quipped. "So what do you want?"

"Just a large coffee, OK?" I pulled out my wallet.

She looked down at the book I was carrying. "To go, or are you staying?"

I didn't have anywhere else to go. I'd just planned on spending the evening reading at the coffeehouse. "I'm staying," I replied, glancing down at the name tag on her apron. It said her name was Ellen. It also read: "Ask me about it."

"OK." She turned her head to glance at the shelves. Her hair was raven-dark, black as midnight, and was quite a contrast to her pale alabaster skin. "Paper all right, or would you like a real mug?"

"A mug would be nice." I pulled a couple of worn dollar bills from the wallet in my hand.

"All right. Go ahead and sit down, and I'll bring your coffee out to you as soon as I can find a mug."

I handed her the money and was pleasantly surprised when her hand lingered over mine, fingertips gently touching. She rang up the coffee and gave me back my change, which I dropped into the tip jar before settling down at a table in the corner of the room.

I opened up my book, but didn't read very much. Instead I eyed the girl working behind the counter. Ellen. Her movements were confident and sure as she bounced back to the shelves to grab a cup for my coffee. Finding one, she then jumped over to the rows of stainless steel coffee dispensers. Pulling the lever above the spout, she poured a large steaming cup of coffee for me. I watched, entranced. Her body moved so smoothly, so gracefully. Her breasts were perky, sitting high on her chest. Even underneath the fabric of her apron, their shape was clear.

The coffee poured, Ellen bounded out to my table. "Here you go," she said as she slid the cup across my small table. I looked up at her and she smiled at me. "Enjoy it."

I thanked her, and watched her bounce back to the counter. As she walked away, I was able to see more of her body: she was wearing shorts that hugged her small pear-shaped ass. I sighed to myself. It had been a long time since I'd seen a girl naked. At least a live one anyway. And nevermind one as cute as Ellen. I looked back down at my book, and somehow the exploits of clichd characters in turn of the century New York as written by some pretentious literary wannabe artist weren't as interesting. Not as interesting as daydreaming about the lithe body hiding underneath the apron of the coffee server, anyway.

Sipping my coffee, I made a halfhearted attempt at reading. The words simply danced before my eyes. And my eyes were drawn time and time again to watch Ellen at work. I just couldn't concentrate.

About ten minutes later, Ellen's replacement walked into the coffeehouse. Tall and blonde, she was wearing an identical blue apron, white blouse and khaki shorts. She approached the counter, asking Ellen how her day had gone. Soon Ellen was removing her apron, and getting ready to leave for the night. It wasn't too late; only around eight in the evening by my watch. I felt a little sad. Watching Ellen work had certainly been the high point of my day. So I was surprised when, after coming out from behind the counter, she approached my table.

"Hey," she said to me, extending her had. "I'm Ellen. What's your name?"

"Gordon," I replied, sheepishly.

"Well, listen Gordon. I don't do this often, but I just got off work and could really use a beer. Wanna come along?"

I was stunned. Here was this pretty young think, full of spunk, asking me out for a beer. I accepted and we quickly left the coffeehouse together. She led me next door to a small pub. I'd always wanted to visit it, but never really had the chance. Besides, I don't enjoy drinking alone.

We ordered a couple of beers and made small talk. She told me that she'd seen me watching her as I tried to read. "I appreciate it," she said. "Most of the time, guys aren't that subtle. They just stare at my tits and think about blowjobs, I guess." She gave me a look that told me I could do no wrong. After all, I was just the nice guy from the coffee shop.

"Well," I jokingly said. "They're nice tits anyway." I grinned at her.

She grabbed them, rubbing them through her blouse, laughing. "You think so? I think they're all right. But I don't get off too much by looking at other women's boobs." She took a sip from her beer bottle.

"It's definitely a male thing," I replied. "I mean, I certainly enjoy looking at them." She glared at me and I added hurriedly: "Not yours, that is. Breasts in general. I wasn't talking about your breasts specifically."

She looked cross, loudly placing her beer on the table. "Are you saying," she asked in a mock dramatic voice, "that you don't enjoy looking at my breasts?"

It was a double-edged question, loaded with more than lead. I hesitated for only a second. Was she inviting me to make a move, or was she just being coquettish? If I played my cards right, I felt that I could end up a very luck man by the end of the evening. If I busted, I'd be out some green for the drinks and little else. Ellen was certainly enjoyable company for sharing beer.

I picked up the bottle of beer and handed it to her. "I guess I'd have to see more of them to be sure."

Holding the beer bottle, she looked down at her chest and unfastened the top button of her blouse. "What to you think now?" She asked.

"Too hard to tell," I grinned. You're not showing anything.

Another button was undone and she repeated the question. I told her I still couldn't see.

After the third button, the cups of her bra were clearly visible. It was white with lace, and I could just glimpse the edges of her nipples through the sheer lacy fabric. Her breasts were large and perky, held in place by the tight bra which created a fair amount of cleavage. I felt I could get lost between her beautiful breasts. The tension was palatable, as she slowly revealed herself to me in a corner booth of a dark bar.

She was obviously feeling it as well. She actually seemed nervous as she asked: "And now?"

I stared openly at her breasts, drinking them in. "I like them very much." I said.

"How far away do you live?" she asked.

"Two minutes."

"Let's go."

We dropped some cash on the table and Ellen rebuttoned her blouse. In no time at all we were pulling up in front of my house in my car. My hands were all over her breasts, she was firmly grasping my cock through my pants.

I turned off the car and everything was dark. I turned towards Ellen and her body melted against mine. We kissed passionately, like two starving children long-deprived of food. I devoured her mouth, her lips, her neck. She moaned audibly as I unbuttoned her blouse, slipping my hand in side and underneath her bra to gently rub against her erect nipples.

"Oh goodness," she said as I gently bit her ear. "Let's go inside."

"Why?" I answered, pulling my hungry mouth away from her face. "There's no one around. Nobody'll see."

Her hands fumbled with the belt and zipper of my pants. We continued kissing as she reached for my cock. It was hard as a rock, wanting nothing but the feel of her body. Any part of her body.

Ellen broke away from our kissing. She smiled at me before leaning her body over my seat. I gasped with surprise as her mouth slowly enveloped the tip of my shaft. It felt warm and wet. Her tongue circled the head of my cock as she lightly sucked on my hard penis. Then, with methodical delay, she opened her jaw to take more of my cock into her mouth. Inch by small inch she swallowed, only to raise her head. The air on my cock, wet with her saliva, was cold, and I shivered.

"Is this OK?" she said, pulling away from my cock to look up at me.

"Yeah," I said. It took almost all of my energy just to utter the word.

She returned to lavish her oral attention to my member. I reached over to stroke her hair as her lips began their slow descent on the length of my cock. Opening her throat, she held all of me inside her warm mouth. As I sat there with my cock completely engulfed by Ellen's beautiful face, it was all I could do to keep from shooting stream after stream of my warm cum. Then she began to swirl her tongue around the underside of my shaft as she pulled her head away. Down slowly she went. Up again, just as slow. It was absolute torture, delicious and dirty.

I reached underneath her with my right hand, grabbing as much of her tit as I could. I pinched the erect nipple I found there lightly. Ellen responded by groaning into my cock. I pinched more strongly and she groaned again. I released the nipple and began stroking the side of her breast, running my hand along the seam where the flesh of her breast joined the rest of her body.

Ellen shifted in her seat, bringing her hand over to my aching cock. She grasped the bottom of my shaft and began pumping up and down its length. At the same time, she sucked the head of my penis into her mouth, circling it with her greedy tongue. She began at a frustratingly slow pace that only served to tease me. I began moving my hips in rhythm against the hand cupped around the width of my cock. As Ellen pushed down, I responded by bucking upwards. When Ellen reversed direction, so did I, pulling my cock against her hand.

She quickened her pace, and I fucked her hand and mouth in equal tempo. I held onto her breast with one hand while I rested the other on top of her head, urging her to go faster, to get me off.

Soon Ellen was really jacking me off, pumping my cock with long fast strokes while sucking the tip of the shaft. Every so often she would follow her hand with her mouth, taking the entire length down her throat. I pushed against the top of her head, fucking her face with quickly-growing abandon. Then I felt my balls tighten, and before I could think to stop, before I could think to do anything, I was gone: my cock spasmed and my entire body shook in time as I came. Pulse after pulse of my cum into her mouth, and she greedily swallowed every drop as quickly it came from me. And just as soon as the wave of orgasm hit me, it crested and I sat there, completely exhausted and spent with Ellen licking the remains of my cum off my cock. I shivered.

She looked up at me and smiled. I only saw her eyes: still as blue as before, as blue as the first time I met her.

"It's been a while, huh?" She asked. "How was you business trip?"

I sighed, contentedly. "It went well. Too long, though. I'm glad to be home."

"I'm glad you're home too. Let's go to bed."

And Ellen, my wife, opened the car door and raced into the house. I put my cock back inside my pants and followed.