Cinnamon Latte: Adult Erotic Short Story

by Sasha McLean

  It was close to 10:30 when on my way back from a third or fourth trip to the bathroom I had heard my phone go off. I felt almost nervous as I picked it up and saw it was Michael!

  “WOW!!! Apparently I missed out something a little more fun tonight.”

  “A little huh?”

  “You’re right, what was I thinking? By the look of those silky wet legs I missed a lot!”

  “You did, and now it’s way too late. Out of the tub and enjoying a ‘just me’ night.”

  “Crap! I suck…”

  “Yes, yes you do!”

  “So no more pics?”

  “No more pics… So what were you doing that was so important you couldn’t tear yourself away and respond to half naked lady in a tub?”

  “You were only half naked? That’s too bad, I’m picturing you completely naked.”

  “Oh I was completely naked at the time, I meant you could only see half of me.”

  “So I’ve got the bottom half… well almost half… and the middle sort of, what about the rest? When can I see that?”

  “The middle??? … Ohhhhh….. the middle! (blushing)” Yes the big flirt that I am forgot I had sent a pic of my pussy earlier today. “I think I’ve seen way less of you than you’ve seen of me.”

  The next thing I received was a pic from the chest down. He had a soft looking smattering of hair covering his thick chest. Again not ripped like those fake looking romance novel covers, but real looking and muscular. His stomach wasn’t perfectly flat either, but flat enough. He had his free hand holding the base of his slightly hard, thick cock. Holding it up so I could see it as it tilted off to the left. His legs looked muscular too, and not too hairy either, but they were partially under the blankets of what I assumed to be his bed. “Does this make us even?” was the caption.

  “Who is this???” I had a huge smile as I teased.

  “Awwww come on!!!! That was mean… :( You hurt my feelings…”

  “No really who is this?”

  There was a brief pause before I saw Michael writing a response. “Shit you had me there with your second comment, I had to scroll back and make sure it was really you I sent that to…”

  “LOL… really? That’s too funny!”

  “It’s not THAT funny…”

  “Oh its funny trust me…”

  “Hey… you’re hurting my feelings again…”

  “Poor muffin… Does muffin want his blanky?”

  “Okay okay, so now that you’ve seen more what do I get to see?”

  “Who said anything about you seeing more? Besides it’s late and I’m tired.” I had decided flirting mixed with ‘don’t give the farm away’ was the way I’d go.

  “Sorry if I offended, not trying to be rude.”

  “No not at all, just it is getting late… had I heard from you an hour ago or so… maybe? Now… not! I’m off to bed, big day tomorrow.” As I said this I had had a wicked, exciting idea.

  “A big day at work?”

  “Oh yes, I’ll be working hard tomorrow!”

  “Ok well g’night… sorry we couldn’t have chatted longer… hope u liked the pic at least…”

  “Loved the pic, thanks… good night!”

  Chapter 8:

  I let myself sleep in by not setting my alarm. When I woke up just after 9am I jumped up and headed to the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee, then back to my closet to find some clothes for my little adventure.

  I had decided to take advantage of my time off and pay a visit to Michael, but not for my usual latte. I had a much better idea than my usual quick trip in each morning… but I needed something a little more exciting to wear than the usual office garb. Problem was, nothing I was seeing in my closet said anything close to what I wanted it to say… Hell beyond what I wore yesterday nothing I had even remotely came close to saying sexy at all, frumpy…. Sure lots of frumpy outfits, and some blah as well, but no sexy!

  With that I threw on some jeans and a hoodie and heading out to the mall. A quick fifteen minute drive and I was inside looking around for a shop that might have what I was looking for. The first few shops were a bust, either too old or way too young. Then I saw a very stunning woman walking into a boutique ahead of me and thought ‘she knows where to buy clothes’ with her magazine look.

  I walked in looking around for her but didn’t see anyone at all in the small shop. There was a younger woman working behind the counter who smiled as she caught my eye, but no other customers. I started to turn thinking I must have walked into the wrong place when the clerk asked if there was something she could help me with.

  “Well actually…” I was starting to notice how gorgeous the clothes were. “I’m looking for an outfit…”

  “Oh okay, what’s the occasion?”

  I just smiled at the question, thinking of my plan to tease Michael while he worked. “It’s kind of a first date I guess, but I already know him… well more than a first date… I don’t know what to call it really…” Shut up Beth you’re rambling to this perfect stranger.

  “Hello” came a smooth female voice to my left which nearly made me jump out of my skin. “Oh sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “No it’s okay.” I was looking behind the woman I had seem entering the shop who had apparently had invisibility powers.

  “Oh…” she said turning sideways and looking back at the wall. “We have a small stock room in behind.”

  I could see the handle now that I was looking for it and realized what had happened to the mystery lady.

  “I’m Deanne, can I help you find something?” She looked at my hoodie and wrinkled jeans as she asked and I was immediately embarrassed. This was obviously a high end shop and I certainly looked out of place. And although she may have thought I didn’t belong there she made no signs of it.

  “Sorry I just threw this on when I realized I needed something new, I didn’t really…”

  “Sorry for what dear?” I was realizing the woman in front of me was much older than I originally thought when I had seen her. Probably in her late fifties but strikingly beautiful, an elegant woman who most certainly took great care of herself.

  “This is your boutique?” A stupid question considering her name was written across the front of the counter ‘Deanne’s’!

  Again she didn’t let on she was judging me, just replied, “Yes, we opened three years ago. So what kind of an outfit are you looking for? Did I hear you say a date?” She asked, her smooth voice rising up with what appeared genuine excitement as she asked.

  I decided to share a little of my intentions with the outfit idea. Judging by what I was seeing on the racks near me they probably would have something I was looking for and I didn’t want to waste time. “Well, yes a date… in a sense, just that he doesn’t know it yet, and I want him to be very interested before he knows it’s a date?”

  I left the statement/ question hanging there wondering if she understood my meaning.

  Deanne lowered her voice a little as she leaned in with a mischievous smile. “So something sexy?” My smile told her she was right and she walked past me towards the other side of the small store.

  “Oh wow!” I exclaimed at the fourth and fifth tops she held up for me. ‘They’re just see through enough’ I thought.

  “Am I right to say you’re about a 7?” She guessed correct as she handed me identical items in dark red and black. “The dressing room is over here, I’ll keep looking…. Are you thinking pants, a skirt?” Deanne gestured to the curtained corner where I could try on the tops.

  “I’m really not sure… I had been thinking a dress maybe but I’m open to suggestions.”

  “Oh yes, perhaps a short dress! You try those on and let me see how they fit.”

  I realized as I was behind the curtain pulling at the hoodie I hadn’t worn a bra in my rush to get going, or underwear for that matter, not that I was taking my jeans off at this point. The material was gorgeously soft on my skin as I pulled it on and looked in the mirror, s
ome kind of a high end brushed cotton or something. My dark nipples were hard which seemed to make them even more easily through the fabric, more so with the red but you still could with the black. It was the one I had on when I heard Deanne ask to see.

  “Oh that’s okay I think they’re fine.”

  “No dear, let me take a look, we’re sometimes not our best judge.”

  I took a breath and pulled the curtain back, slightly embarrassed but knew it really shouldn’t matter. “Well? I’m really not sure.” I admitted.

  “Oh it has the right effect!” She answered as she looked down at my chest. “But this I think is what we’re looking for.”

  Deanne held up a short white dress to me which I knew was exactly what I was looking for, although “It looks a little small don’t ya think?”

  “Oh on the contrary my dear, this will fit perfect in all the right places.” She smiled as she handed it to me.

  The dress was simply beautiful. It seemed to be made of a similar material as the other tops, but didn’t need to be see through as the material itself was thin enough on its own, and the way it stretched over my breasts as I pulled it down over my head really enhanced just how perky they were. The body was loose feeling but hugged my curves at the same time, and had an embroidered section at the mid-riff which would show off my belly button. I didn’t have a flat stomach by any means but it would be impossible to tell with the way the dress hung.

  “And take your jeans off dear.”

  “Sure…” Crap! Hope she can’t see my bush through this… When I straightened up from pulling the last pant leg off, I realized just how short the bottom was. Definitely not something I already had in my wardrobe!

  “Ready?” Deanne was calling to me again.

  I opened the curtain again and saw the smile spread across her face. “I think it’s a perfect fit!” She moved towards me and tugged a bit at the top to straighten the neckline which plunged fairly low before looping back up. “Yes I’d say you’ll have him begging for the ‘date’ as you called it!” She was still smiling as she said this, smoothing and pulling the fabric with her hands as she moved around me.

  I took it all in as I looked at myself in the full length mirror. I knew Michael would definitely be able to see everything underneath this dress and it was starting to excite me. The skirt part of the dress was a little loose as well, but hugged my hips and my ass as I moved. “This is shorter than the ‘Basic Instinct’ dress I think!”

  “Not quite” Deanne chuckled as she answered. “And a little more today’s style, but you will need to be careful sitting down and crossing and uncrossing your legs… or maybe you won’t!”

  I was a little shocked, not to mention creeped out a bit at her comment, but Deanne just kept on without missing a beat.

  “Now do you have plans on what to wear underneath? Or is that the plan?” She asked gesturing to my braless chest.

  “No I thought I should have something new.”

  “Follow me.” Deanne was already turned and walking towards a large display of lingerie. “36 C?” She said over her shoulder.

  “Um… yeah?” How the hell could she tell that?

  “Nothing to bold I think, we don’t want to completely distract from the dress.”

  “Okay, I guess not…” She seemed to know what she was doing so I let her go with it.

  Deanne handed a couple sets to me as she kept looking. Off white, cream, a pale pink colour, nothing was really jumping out at me. Then she passed me a pale blue set, lacy bra and thong underwear. “Just what I’m looking for.” I took them from her and handed back the others.

  “Great! Anything else you think you’ll need? Shoes?”

  “No, I’ve got that covered.” I had a nice black pair of heels at home that weren’t too high to look slutty, but sexy enough to make my new outfit work.

  I headed back to the corner and tried on the bra just to make sure, and then quickly dressed and headed back to pay.

  The young assistant rang me in as Deanne talked about the fabric, Egyptian cotton from somewhere or other. My mind was elsewhere now as I started to imagine every possible scenario that could happen when I showed up at Starbucks. I was three or four possibilities in, had thanked Deanne for all her help when I stopped dead in my tracks on the way to the door.

  “Everything okay dear? Did you forget something?”

  “No…… no I’m good.” I said as I continued out the door with a horrible feeling of dread.” What if he’s not even there? Holy shit!

  I pulled out my phone as soon as I got back to my truck. “Hey… how’s your day going?”

  Nothing… Shit!!!

  I sat there nearly ten minutes… still nothing! Delivered but not read. I wanted to cry. I hadn’t even considered he wouldn’t be there for me to carry out my seduction plan. Now what?

  I put my phone down, turned the key and started for home. I turned off the radio so I would hear if he replied. I pulled in the driveway and still hadn’t heard the familiar ‘ding’ that told me I had a new message. I grabbed my bag from the front seat with my phone and purse and jumped out, glancing at the screen as I did, knowing it was blank. It wasn’t… he replied…

  “Working, you know… how about u?”

  I had put my phone on mute without noticing somehow. I felt a weight lift as I replied… “Just getting ready to head out, thought I’d say hi!”

  “Oh ok, we’re crazy busy today, sorry can’t chat… later?”

  “Sure, see ya.”

  Chapter 9:

  I have to say I looked pretty damn hot! The new dress and lingerie had me feeling attractive and confident. I had my hair down and in big ringlet curls, and did what I thought was the best job ever on the little bit of makeup I wore. The shoes really worked the outfit too, but were not the easiest to drive in I soon realized, as I started my way to the parkade near my work and Michael’s Starbucks.

  The drive was uneventful with the exception of the butterflies in my stomach and the tingling in my pussy as I fanaticised about what Michael would want to do to me after I had him hot and hard. I imagined him getting down on his knees at my table and pushing my already short dress up my thighs. I’d open my legs for him and lean back as he placed gentle kisses on the inside of my legs as he moved his mouth towards my wet treasure… Wet Treasure? Shit I sounded like one of those soft porn stories everyone was reading online now!

  I had no second thoughts as I entered the parkade. I pulled into a back corner where I took a minute to check my face and hair before I got out. When I did I checked myself in the shiny reflection on my SUV, smoothing my dress and adjusting the front over my chest. I did look hot!

  I walked out and turned towards the coffee shop, strutting with confidence as I took in the few men who passed me checking me out. At first I walked slowly past without going in, looking inside to see if I could see where Michael was. I didn’t notice him immediately, but did see there were a couple puffy arm chairs and empty tables on the side wall. I thought this would be the perfect spot to sit as it wasn’t directly in front of the counter and he shouldn’t spot me right away. Now I just had to make my way inside without him seeing me. On my second trip past the big windows along the sidewalk I saw Michael returning towards the counter with a bus pan full of empty cups and plates. I took the opportunity when I knew he’d be busy unloading them to slip in unnoticed and make my way to an empty spot.