Coffee Extra Hot

Late night. Slept in. Rolled out of bed.
Hungover. Skipped work. Coffee time instead.
 
Late morning, by the time, made coffee stop.
Cafe quiet, ordered one, coffee extra hot.
 
Look around. Empty chairs. Sitting all alone.
One staff. Petite girl, Talking on the phone.
 
Strong coffee. Revitalised. Try a flirty line.
Stops call. Hangs up. She flashes me a smile.
 
Boldly, I ask: “what’s your fantasy?“
Coyly, she responds, “would you like to see?”
 
Couldn’t tell. Exactly what. She had in mind.
I hoped, was extra hot, and of a lusty kind.
 
With purpose, walks past, flips sign closed.
Strips off, flits about, absent of clothes.
 
ClImbs upon, counter, looking tart and sweet.  
Thighs wide, bare pussy, dainty little treat.
 
Beckons me, come forward, for a little taste.
Next moment, tonguing her, extra hot place.  
 
Side to side, round and round, tried every move.
Licked her, with fingers in, extra hot groove.
 
Moaning. Breathless. Driven by my tongue.  
Tensing, tensing, she’s about to come.  
 
Poised there. On the edge. I increase the pace.  
She comes. Squirting. Right into my face.
 
A fountain. Gushing. Her spray drenches me,  
Sweet liquid, extra hot, with a dash of cream.
 
Ever since, that day, she became my favourite spot.
Frequently, I stop by, for coffee extra hot.