Just Another Tuesday at Work

So I was working the morning shift last week when this new regular walks in. He's got a bit of gray peppered through his hair but still keeps it groomed and neat. We chatted for a few minutes about the usual stuff, how I like my coffee, what kind of day he’s having. Then out of nowhere, halfway through my shift, he leans over the counter and whispers that he's been fantasizing about me all week long. Now, I'm used to flirty comments from customers, but this one was different. There was something in his eyes, a hint of desperation maybe? Before I could say anything back though, he slides some cash onto my tip jar and disappears into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he comes out with an eager look on his face and asks if we can go to the back room for a moment. Of course, curiosity got the better of me. So there we were in that small storage space behind the barista counter, just him and me, the tension palpable between us. He pulls me close, and before I know it, he's pressing his lips against mine. His hands start to wander down my back, cupping my butt cheeks firmly as he grinds into me. The reality of this situation hits home fast; we both know what’s about to happen now that there's no one else around. He pulls away and quickly unbuttons my shirt, revealing my bra to him. With quick hands, he undoes his pants and frees himself from them along with the fabric barrier covering his hard shaft. We lock eyes as I slide down onto my knees before him, feeling his length fully in me, taking all of him inch by delicious inch. His fingers grip tightly into my hair, guiding the pace while I suck on his tip, swirling my tongue around and over it. The heat intensifies as he begins to thrust harder against my mouth, driving deeper until he starts to shudder and release within me.