Cinnamon Latte: Adult Erotic Short Story

by Sasha McLean

  At 39 years old I thought I was doing pretty damn well for myself. I had just made partner in a well know firm in the city, purchased a gorgeous little house a 45 minute commute from down-town, and had just bought my dream car, a brand new Range Rover. Not bad for a middle-class girl from a small town! I had graduated top of my high school class of 57 students, which wasn’t too difficult… honor role, valedictorian, scholarships everywhere I applied, yup a real geek. I waited until everyone had decided which schools they were going to before I chose, that way I was sure I was going to a college where I knew no one. A new start I thought.

  Being as studious as I was, I had little to no social life all through high school. I thought heading to a school where I wasn’t known would give me a chance to be seen differently. Maybe a different perspective for me too. Perhaps everyone would be there for the same reason I was, to study. I soon found out not everyone was there to study of course. So I continued to go through the rest of my education as I had high school, head down in a book most days. Nights spent at the library or studying in my dorm room, getting me a double major for an undergrad degree and my law degree. I would go out once in a while on society nights, but wasn’t much of a drinker. So as folks got more spirited I would normally duck out. All this didn’t do much for relationships either. I dated a few people during my undergrad, and had one boyfriend my second year, but once I started law school all my focus was on my books. Men weren’t as important I guess.

  Now for the past three years all I was doing was spending all my time at the office, “married to my work” my mother told me. “How will I ever get any grandkids?” I guess I was married to my job… but that’s what I wanted and it had served me well.

  My mother was partially right though. I had just turned 39 and hadn’t been in anything even closely related to a relationship for a long time. After graduating and starting as an associate, I dated a few men I met. Nothing very serious but enough to keep my parts working. And then there was Jonathan, a co-worker who, like me threw himself into his work. We had struck up a friendship which led to a friends with benefits relationship. It had worked for us as neither seemed interested in anything that took us from our main goal of making partner. Problem was when I made partner the previous year, Jonathan didn’t, and took a job at a rival firm across town. This of course ended our extracurricular activities as well, since we usually found ourselves at his place after work functions and a few late nights working together.

  And now here I am, another week and another morning drive to town. My routine was always pretty predictable. After leaving my empty house I head to work ahead of all the traffic, arriving around 7:15am at my spot in the parking garage I rent three blocks from the office. Expensive but well worth it when the weather’s crap. I turn the opposite direction for about a block to stop at my favorite coffee shop before backtracking to start my day. There and ready to start usually around 7:30 depending on the line up at Starbucks. I didn’t mind the wait as they made one hell of a… “Cinnamon Latte!”

  That was the thirty-something barista who always had a smile, and was ready to start my drink as soon as he saw me walk through the door. Michael I think I had heard someone call him a few times. I didn’t pay much attention really. I took it as good customer service that he remembered my beverage of choice each day. He should after my going there every day for the past three years practically, you’d think I’d be sick of them. Holding up an extra-large cup with a warm smile that reached his eyes, waiting for my acknowledgement. A cool blue colour that looked almost opaque, like coloured contact lenses.

  He was an attractive man, a little old for working at Starbucks I thought, compared to the young girls he worked with anyway. I put him around his mid-thirties. Not the manager, which you might have thought he would be by that time in his career, but then maybe he just wasn’t coffee shop management material… whatever that was, and who was I to judge.

  On Thursday afternoon, the day before my assistant Rene’s birthday, I found myself back in Starbucks sitting at a table for the first time ever. Rene had taken Friday off so I wanted to treat her to an afternoon break and give her her present. I had made reservations for her and her fiancé at a restaurant downtown for Friday night after consulting with Darnell to see what his plans involved. He was taking her to a show so I convinced him to let me cover dinner beforehand for them. Rene had been a huge asset to me while I worked my way up to partner so I wanted to show her my appreciation. That, plus I had just been approved to hire my first associate, which meant an allowance to increase Rene’s salary as well since she would now be admin for myself and whoever I might hire. I figured this was a great birthday package and wanted to take her out to celebrate before she left for the weekend.

  Rene had to be convinced there was no choice but to let me pay for part of their night out. She was thrilled and at the same time hesitant with my news about her raise and my hiring someone new. Rene was a very say it like it is type of lady, and was worried bringing someone new in who didn’t get her as I did may cause some concern. I put her at ease, offering to let her help me pre-screen applicants before I interviewed them to give her the opportunity to have her say. Then we put work aside and relaxed, chatting about her weekend, gossip at the firm, anything and everything.

  “So how well do you know Cinnamon Latte over there?”

  “What…” I was thrown by Rene’s change of subject. “Who, the guy at the counter?” I asked her turning sideways to look in Michael’s direction.

  “Don’t be so damn obvious!” Rene grabbed by arm to pull me back around. “He’s been checkin’ you out since we walked in. And that smile, girl it lit up the room when he saw you.”

  I was shocked at what she was saying, and oblivious to whatever it was Rene was seeing. “Whatever… really?” She was nodding in reply. “Bullshit… there’s no way.”

  “I know I’m gorgeous and it should be me he’s lookin’ at, but he’s hardly taken his eyes off you since we got here.”

  I could feel my face flush at what she was saying. I stared down at my half empty cup, thoughts swirling through my head… All the smiles and comments he had made over the past couple years. I guess he spoke to me every day, a little more than just giving me my total and counting back my change. But checking me out… why? Rene was probably wrong. “Whatever.” I said again.

  “That’s all you got?” she asked. “Listen, what ever happened to your boy toy…?”

  “My what? You mean Jonathan??? He wasn’t…”

  “Oh yes he was!” She cut me off. “You even knew who I was talking about, and everyone knew you two were gettin’ friendly on a regular basis… especially since the Christmas party last year.”

  “Yeah well…“ Now I was really flushed. “That was just casual, nothing we continued after he left.”

  “That’s too bad… So you haven’t been gettin’ any for the past few months then?”

  “….. Rene!!!”

  “What…. Have you?”

  “No but…. You make it sound like…”

  “Like what? Like you haven’t been gettin’ any?”

  “Ummmm…. Done with that?” It was the barista, Michael… offering to take our dessert plates. I was mortified at what he might have heard.

  “Sure honey” Rene answered when I sat there red faced and dumfounded, unable to speak. “Thanks for coming over” she said as she eyed him up and down with a smile.

  He grabbed the plates clumsily, obviously embarrassed and caught off guard at her forwardness and turned to head back to the counter. “Now wasn’t that cute? He was all flustered being so close to you.

  “More like you embarrassed the he
ll out of him, checking him out like that… Now I’ll be the one embarrassed tomorrow morning when I come in for my coffee.” I said standing up. “Be right back.” I turned to go to the bathroom, which was luckily in the opposite direction as the counter and next to the entrance. “I’ll meet you outside.”

  “You don’t want this?” Rene was holding up my unfinished latte. I just shook my head.

  The rest of my day went by pretty quickly. I let Rene leave early for her weekend and finished up some paperwork before heading home. I went over Rene’s observation on the drive home, thinking back to all of Michael’s friendly comments and gestures. Was he being extra friendly? Was he actually checking me out as we sat there? I was no doubt reading into it, letting Rene get to my imagination. Although it wasn’t hard to let my mind wander.

  He was fairly good looking, broad shoulders and his rolled up sleeves tight around what appeared to be muscular arms. Not the ripped body building type of muscles women were told their men should have, but solid thick muscles. The kind a man has from being naturally active and working for a living. His short cropped dark brown hair had some grey showing through the sides. He didn’t have a beard but always seemed to have a shadow like he never shaved in the morning. Yeah okay he was fairly good looking the more I thought about it.

  The next day I almost skipped my coffee, not wanting to face Michael again. But thought what the hell, besides all the coffee at my office sucked. I expected him to bolt when he saw me walk in, but no. He had almost the same reaction as every other day… almost.

  His smile seemed a little larger, and his face a little flushed as I reached the counter to pay. “Morning” he greeted me. I noticed his teeth for the first time, well looked after… and nice full lips.

  “…I asked if you wanted your change?” I realized he was repeating himself, breaking my concentration on his mouth.

  “What? Oh, no that’s fine… sorry I was…”

  “It was a twenty… are you sure?” He had a concerned look as he stood there in front of me, hand out. “I mean I appreciate a fifteen dollar tip, but it’s not necessary…”

  “Oh god…. Sorry. I mean yeah that’s fine….” I turned and practically ran to the door, bumping some lady in the process. “Sorry!!!” What the hell was I doing? Staring at some strange man’s mouth… I didn’t even realize I was holding my coffee until I was half way to my office building. I took a breath trying to slow my pulse from pounding in my ears, and lifted the cup to take a sip of the smooth familiar drink. As I did I realized there was something more than the usual “Cinn Lat” written on the side. Instead it read “Nice to meet you Beth, Michael” with a little :) underneath.

  My head was still spinning as I got into the elevator. I only had one thing on my mind as I hurried into my office.

  “Oh don’t over react” I could hear Rene’s smile as she chastised me. “You’re such a tight ass!”

  “Seriously Rene!!! What did you do? Or more to the point what did you say to that guy???”

  “I didn’t say anything actually. Although I might have left a little note on a napkin under your coffee cup…”

  “A note? What did you write??? Come on Rene this is embarrassing s hell…”

  “Relax hon… I just left him your name.”

  “What! Why?” I was furious.

  “Why?” I could hear the laughter in Rene’s voice. “Are you kidding me? Why…” I said nothing in response to her question. “Beth it’s obvious he thinks you’re hot… and by your reaction you think he is too, am I wrong?”

  I still said nothing. “I might have added your number too…”

  “What the fuck! … Rene!!!” Now my head was really spinning. She gave him my name AND my number! “What if he’s some random freak… or a stalker? Did you think of that?”

  “Well no, but does he look like a stalker?” She didn’t wait for me to answer. “Look, you’re over reacting, he probably won’t even contact you if you ran out of there the way you said you did. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  Chapter 2:

  That night I kept playing the scenario from the morning and afternoon before at Starbucks over and over in my head. Was Rene right? Had Michael been overly friendly all this time and I just hadn’t paid him any attention, caught up in my own little world? By my third glass of merlot my thoughts had turned more about his arms and mouth with the full lips than anything else, and found myself wondering if he would call… or text… hoping he would.

  The wine and my thoughts had me playing out some scenarios in my head that started to get me thinking of more than what Michael looked like. How would his hands feel on my body, his lips pressed against my own. How would he taste if he kissed me… I took my glass and headed to the bedroom, dropping my skirt and walking out of it as I went in the door, followed quickly by the thin thong I had on. I placed the glass on my bedside table and opened the top drawer as I sat down, reaching in and grabbing the familiar pink rubber cock from its hiding place. I shivered as I heard the low hum as I turned it on, feeling it pulsing in my hand. Moving it to my chest as I lay back, I ran it slowly down between my breasts. Slowly over my left nipple, vibrating through the fabric of my blouse against the hardened tip, I closed my eyes and pictured Michael pressing his lips there.

  As I ran my toy down over my stomach to bare flesh, I spread my legs and reached down with my left hand to feel my almost bare mound. I was wet from thinking about Michael and could hear the moist sounds as my fingers rubbed over the moist lips of my pussy. I lightly passed the cock over my lips top to bottom, lubricating the head with my own juices and my other hand. I pictured his face above mine and heard Michael moan as I grabbed the head of his cock, rubbing it and sliding my hand up and down the shaft. With both hands I held it hard against my clit, holding its vibrating head there as I thrust my hips up to grind into it. I could see Michael’s hard throbbing penis in my fantasy, hear his grunts as was getting close to cumming. I plunged it in and out of my wet hole, rubbing my clit with my other hand as my climax took control of my body and sending me over the edge. Wave after wave flooded over me and I moaned out loud several times, shaking from head to toe with the pulsing of my orgasm.

  I lay still for a few minutes after my heavy breathing subsided and I drifted into a bit of a sleepy daze. I hadn’t orgasmed like that in a long time and it had taken a lot out of me. At first I thought I was dreaming when I heard my phone and I didn’t move. The familiar repeat of the text message pulled me out of my slumber and I sat up slightly thinking where I had left my iPhone. Still in the living room.

  The pulsing cock was sticky and still in my hand. I switched it off as I slid my ass to the side of the bed, realizing I had left a wet spot there. I quickly wiped myself off, and rinsed the toy along with my hands and left it on the counter in my bathroom as I headed bare assed to get my phone. I grabbed it and headed back to the bedroom but stopped short of getting there…

  “Hi :)” was the first text from an unfamiliar number. But the second… “Its Michael from the coffee shop, I hope u don’t mind me msging?”

  I felt my face flush as I smiled and read it again. I didn’t know what to do at first and fought off an urge to text Rene. I went back in and sat on my bed, being careful to avoid the wet spot, and took a sip of my merlot. What do I say back? As soon as I thought it I realized how stupid it was. Why was I planning what I should say? “Hi Michael from the coffee shop”.

  His reply was almost immediate. “Hey! How are u?”

  “Fine, u?”

  “Good. Me too, how’s ur night?”

  If he only knew how my night was he’d be doing more than stumbling over small talk. “Good thanks, just relaxing with a glass of wine, what’s up?” Get to the point Michael!

  “Oh nothing really, just relaxing too. Beer not wine :) Thought since you left me your number I’d check to make sure you were ok”.

  “Ok… why wouldn’t I be ok?”

  “Oh well this morning, you gave me an unusuall
y large tip and practically ran out the door, not the usual greeting I get”.

  I had completely forgot about this morning “This morning, no I realized I had an important meeting to get to, I was ok… just rushing” Likely story Beth, he’s gonna see through that!

  “I see, big meeting first thing huh?”