The Licking Sip Coffee Shop

By Ruan Willow

A spicy barista tale where seductions meet fantasies as jubilant topless baristas peddle mutual desires for patrons. It's reciprocal because the female staff craves all the naughty action as much as the customers. The steamiest stuff is not on the menu, and all the usual coffee shop goers know this. What they enjoy together in extreme exhibitionism and full-strength voyeurism is what they carefully conceal from the vanilla public. It's not hidden when a coffee customer wants more, and if the waitress is willing, the hotness goes off the charts, and not in just how well she makes an exquisite cup of steaming coffee.

This story contains mild BDSM in the form of spanking and wife sharing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ruan Willow
• Release date: Jul 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201143961

Ruan Willow

Ruan Willow is an erotica/erotic romance author, sexuality/sexual health/erotica podcaster at the Oh Fck Yeah with Ruan Willow Podcast (free on podcast apps), and an erotic audiobook narrator/voiceover actor. She is also published on Literotica, Frolic Me, and other websites. She loves spending time with family and friends, interacting with fans, cooking, sex, reading, travel, sex, being outdoors, swimming, sex, podcasting, and more sex. Did you catch all the sex? She’s giggling right now thinking about you reading all about sex. Yup, she loves to laugh!

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Dedication

This book is erotica , with less romance and more sex as the genre of erotica stands for. Please enjoy it for what it was intended to be.

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED to those who dare to, and rightly so, fantasize and embrace those fantasies, and those who dare to boldly to live them out in real life without being hindered by judgement from others. Shouldn’t we all be so free...

The Licking Sip Coffee Shop

Lana peered around the corner from the back room, her leggings pooled at her ankles like cuffs. Many tables full of patrons already. Is he here yet?

The droning of machines filled the air as they spilled brown drink delights into cups. The freshly ground coffee aroma, rich and thick, plugged her nostrils full. Full enough to block out the shock wave of aftershave that usually hung in the coffee shop like a near-toxic fog. Her brain now associated the smell of coffee with her swollen erotic feelings, swelling enough to seek popping. She smiled a naughty smile. Gonna get fucked. Fuck, fuck, fuck, yeah. Pounded today. Her clitoral bits blissfully sent out a twitch.

The cool air brushed her now bare buttocks as she adjusted the waist of her skirt below her belly button. The saliva thickened in the back of her throat as she tried to swallow her lust down to her gut.

I need him here today.

Order for Michael is ready, Celeste waved her arm towards the blue-green cup with a white plastic lid, a lone drink on the orders-up counter. She pulled her wench top-down, snugging the elastic below her C cups. Hit me. She stretched her arms wide, pushing her peaked breasts out, her head back.

German wenches. Harley’s pick for uniforms without a single hesitation for the coffee shop waitstaff. The owner gets what the owner wants. Right? A truer fantasy of her husband’s never played out so well as when he had chosen the costumes: white top off the shoulders, a circle of fabric clung to the women’s biceps, the elastic-edged fabric of the top needing just a quick tug down to bare breasts. Big ones. Small ones. Saggy ones. A cups. He didn’t care. He loved them all. But most of all ... all the nipples.

He had insisted on the ruffled short skirts, so going commando meant the lower ass cheeks were visible below the ruffles even