Afternoon Coffee

The doorbell chimed as it opened, announcing a new arrival to the coffee shop as Liz gave yet another written food order to Janet, the cook.

It was unusually busy morning in the Coffee Shop for the time of day. It had felt like the door had been going non stop as Liz served customer after customer. Usually, Liz liked to talk to her customers as they came in, however, she had had no option to today, as a steady stream had meant that she was constantly turning to the coffee machine to make cups of coffee and rushing in and out of the kitchen delivering orders to Janet and taking food out to the seated customers. However, Liz would have had it no other way. She had only been open a year, but in the last couple and she loved running the coffee shop on the corner of a busy main road.

Liz was a very lively 37 year old woman. Although, she was 37 years old, you would not have guessed her age, her sparkling bright blue eyes showed a bright enthusiasm and joy way younger than she was. Auburn hair, streaked with gold was tied up in a messy bun, which only added to her youthful features, faint laughter lines across her tanned face being the only slight giveaway to her mature age. She wore very little makeup, only a hint of black eyeliner and full lips painted a dark shade of pink being the only makeup on her face. She kept herself in shape too, although her shapely figure was hidden underneath the drab black uniform and apron she wore, she had her black shirt open just enough to show a hint of a pair of pert, albeit small breasts.

She had opened the coffeeshop a year ago, after leaving a well paid job to follow her passion, which was cooking. After what had seemed like a whirlwind of training in cookery and hygiene, she had managed to buy an empty shop on the corner of a busy main road and had refitted it with the equipment needed to run her own little coffeeshop. It had been the best decision of Liz's life. Although trade had started off slow at first, it had quickly picked up as the word had gotten around. Liz had even managed to convert the upstairs into a flat, which was now rented out to a tenant.

It hadn't all been plain sailing though. At some point, he and her husband had drifted apart and she had longed for a reconnection at some point. It hadn't happened, and he had ended up moving in with another woman. Liz had been sad at that, but overall, life was good.

"I'll be out in a minute!" she called out, handing Janet the note and rushing back to the front counter. Even as she rushed back, she was graceful, her firm hips swaying slowly and hypnotically from side to side. They were a little flatter than they should have been, the result of having two children, but they were still very impressive.

As she came out, she saw him. A tall lithe man of no more than 24 years old, he had been one of her first customers when she had first opened the shop. He wore his afro hair short, in a high skin fade that stuck close to his head. His rectangular face had a strong jawline and cheekbones. He looked into the world with deep brown soulful eyes. Dressed in dark blue overalls and wearing a black woollen cap, he looked magnificent as his full lips cracked into a smile as she approached, revealing his dimples.

"Hi Liz," he beamed at her.

Liz couldn't help but smile back at him. "Hiya, James. Hows it going?"

"All is good in the world now I'm here," he replied, still smiling at her.

A moment passed, where Liz felt herself blush a little. "You want your usual?" she asked.

"Yeah, please."

"Hang on then," she said flirtingly, flashing her best smile before nearly skipping back into the kitchen.

The temperature seemed to have gone up by a few degrees as she entered. Or was it just her? Janet turned around as she entered.

"Is lover-boy in then?"

"Oh stop it!" Liz scoffed. "He's not my lover-boy."

"Whatever," Janet retorted. "We all know you'd like him to be. I'd like to get my hands on him, if I'm completely honest..."

"Janet!" Liz started, but the older woman cut her off.

"Relax, I'm joking! The butty is over there, on the hot plate."

Liz shook her head as she picked up the brown bag and headed back to her waiting customer.

Jaime was looking at something on his phone as Liz returned to the counter, bag in hand. He put it away as he approached.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Texting you girlfriends are we?"

The man looked at her with his deep brown eyes. They had a playful look to them. "Yeah, you know how it is- I've got to tell them all to come here and get their morning butties from you, haven't I?" he replied with a wink.

Liz crossed her arms in mock anger. "Well, I was going to tell you that was on the house, but since you're texting all your other girlfriends - that'll be £5.40 please."

Jaime's eyes dimmed a little as he handed over the £10 note. "And I thought you liked me," he said teasingly.

Liz smiled back at him. She did, but she wasn't quite prepared to let the world know just yet. She let her fingers work the till and got his change.

"There you g,." she said, depositing the change into his hand. Her hand lingered on his, just a little too long before she pulled it away.

"No problem." Then Jaime smiled. "Thanks for the butty!". Just before he turned to leave, he leaned in a little closer so that nobody else could hear in the busy coffee shop. "I'll give you yours after work."

Then he winked and walked out of the door.

A few hours later saw Liz sat down in the chair, exhausted. It had been a very busy morning. After Jake had been round, the shop had gotten even busier and it seemed like a constant stream of customers had come and gone, getting coffees, sandwiches, cakes and meals. Liz would normally have expected a mini slump just before lunch, but it hadn't really occurred and she hadn't really stopped.

It was only at half two that the steady flow of customers had slowly started to fade to a trickle and then eventually stopped. Now at nearly half past 3 in the afternoon, the shop was empty. Not anticipating another flow of customers in the last half hour, she had sent Janet and the two waitresses home, she could always call them back if she needed to, everyone was local.

She gathered her thoughts as she thought of the events of today. Although lots had happened, there was only one thing that had stuck out for her.

Jaime. The young man had really brightened up her day, indeed, most of them since he had walked into her life a few months ago. With his carefree attitude and happy demeanour, it seemed that he had breathed life back into her. He was also very flirtatious with her - he had been from the very first time he had walked into the shop. She thought about the latest exchange. He was supposed to be seeing her a little bit later, but he was always trying to surprise her. Even though she felt exhausted, she felt a burst of energy as she thought about what he had said just before leaving.

"I'll give you yours later."

She couldn't wait to get her hands on him. It had been out of the blue how it had all began, on a lazy afternoon when he had come into the shop earlier than she had thought he would, literally the last customer of the day. But what a last customer...

Liz smiled as her hand dropped to her crotch. Subconsciously, she reached inside her knickers, massaging the gentle warmth underneath as she thought about that fateful day a few months ago...

"Ok, thanks. Bye."

Liz ended the call to the bakery and let out a huge sigh of relief. It had been a very busy day in the coffee shop, the busiest Liz had had since she had opened the shop. She was almost exhausted, but also very happy. The word was getting around and the café was finally taking off. A few more weeks like that and she would finally start making money.

Now it was 3 and the shop was just about closing. She had already sent Janet and the 2 waitresses home after a drop off ten minutes ago. She had just been cleaning the counter and performing closedown activities. Now she had just about finished everything. It had been a great Friday so far. She had deserved her Friday evening drinks with the girls. Maybe this time they would head on into town...

The sound of the front doorbell opening brought Liz out of her mini reverie. She turned just in time to see a man she knew only as Jaime, walk in.

"Hiya," he greeted her cheerfully. Then he noticed the shop was empty and everything was clean. "Were you just about to close?"

"Oh no," Liz lied. "You've got a few minutes yet."

If Liz was honest with herself, she was a bit annoyed that he had come in, just as she had finished all the closedown activities. But that was the way it went sometimes.

"Ok. I only wanted a beer anyway."

This took Liz by surprise - she had expected him to order some food or a coffee.

"Oh, um...ok," she said, moving behind the counter. It was only then that she noticed that Jaime, who was no older than 25 was dressed in full football kit. She would have normally not taken any further notice, if it hadn't been for the fact at that very instant, he stretched himself out, revealing his extremely athletic figure.

It was a magnificent sight to behold, from his broad muscular shoulders, down to his chest, which looked like it had been hewn from rock, his abs, which showed visibly through the synthetic material of his football shirt, down to his long, slender and very muscular legs. Liz was very impressed by what she saw, and this was on top of the fact that he was very a handsome man. She started to wonder what he would look like naked.

Come on Liz she thought to herself. He's young enough to be your son!

But still...what a view!

She desperately shook the thought from her head as she bent down to pick up a bottle of beer from out the fridge. She turned around, a little bit quicker than she should have to see Jaime standing there with a slightly satisfied look on his face that quickly disappeared as soon as she noticed it.

Wait, was he just checking me out?

Liz felt herself flush as she opened the bottle and handed it to the man, who now looked a little sheepish.

"There you go," she said, a little flirtier than she should have.

"Uhhh, thanks," he replied. His eyes flitted down quickly to the gap in her unbuttoned shirt. He was checking me out! She thought to herself.

"How much?" he asked hurriedly realising that she had probably caught him looking first at her bum and then her small but firm perky breasts.

"Don't worry about it," she smiled. "It's on the house."

"Thanks," Jaime said, surprised.

"All you have to do is talk to me..." Liz said, a little too hurriedly.

Jaime turned and gave her a puzzled, but amused look. Liz shuddered inwardly He must think that I'm crazy.

But she needn't have worried. After a moment, his face broke into a smile. "I think I can do that," he said, walking to the nearest table and taking a seat. "Besides, its always a pleasure talking to lovely ladies such as yourself."

That was a bit flirty she thought. It excited her, hearing a man such as Jaime turn on the charm for her, even if he was a lot younger than her. But she wasn't about to let him know that. She would play the teasing game with him.

"Oh, please," she mocked as she followed him to the table and sat down opposite him with a glass of her own. "You're a charmer aren't you?"

"I try," he replied smiling.

Yeah, I bet you do Liz thought to herself. Still she couldn't help but smile back at him. His charm was definitely working on her. It helped that he was so good looking and was wearing just little enough to show off his athletic body.to her.

Their eyes met, and they held their gaze for a moment. As they gazed at each other, Liz felt a flush of heat rise from her core into her face as his dark soulful eyes seemed to penetrate her thoughts as he studied her. It was a feeling that she hadn't felt in a long time. Moreover, she was enjoying it.

She would have to break this moment. She wanted to flirt a while. "Sooo, you been running?" she asked hurriedly, breaking the moment of silence that had passed between them.

"No, been playing footy." Jaime took a swig from the bottle as he said this. Liz did the same with her glass of Prosecco. The bubbles fizzed their way down Liz's throat as she drank.

"Did you win?"

He grinned. On most men, Liz would have found it cheesy, but on Jaime, she found it cute. It added to his cheeky style, which for some reason added to Liz's attraction. "Of course we won"

Liz's eyes lit up and sparkled "Oh well done. So this is a celebration then?"

Jaime laughed.

"Yeah, I guess it is. A mini party to be precise." At this he raised his bottle to her. "You wanna party with me?"

Now it was Liz's turn to smile. "That's the best proposition I've had all day," she said, with just enough in her voice to suggest something other than a jelly and ice cream party. She smiled sweetly as she raised her glass to his.

They clinked glasses, and sipped their drinks again. Liz noticed that their eyes never left each other as they both took their sips. It felt to Liz that Jaime's eyes were smoldering over with words unspoken. The thoughts of those words made Liz feel slightly giddy, Liz had never been looked at in that way before, not even by her now ex-husband.

Meanwhile, Jaime regarded the older woman as she took a drink, eyes meeting his. Damn, this was getting steamy! He had never been in a situation where there had been so much...tension. The thought of taking Liz there and then crossed his mind momentarily. Ever since he had first walked into the café, he had found her attractive, but had been a little overwhelmed by her beauty to ask. She carried herself so well too. It was almost as if she wasn't aware of how sexy she was.

But now, as they regarded each other, Jaime had felt himself flirting with her subconsciously. Indeed, he may have made his mind up to at least flirt with her when he had seen her tight sexy body bend over seductively to pick a beer for him out of the fridge. But how to start?

It was Liz who answered the question for him. "Now it's a party, what should we do?" A hint of playfulness danced in her voice.

Was she flirting back? Jaime decided that she was. It made his next move easier.

"Depends on whether or not it's a private party."

The words hung in the air, dripping with promise. Liz was taken aback by this. She hadn't expected him to be so forward, but still - the way he had said it made her feel a flush that she hadn't felt for a long time...

Jaime was surprised when Liz said nothing in reply. Instead, she simply finished her prosecco and rose from her seat. Had he said the wrong thing? Jaime watched with shock as she walked to the door. His heart sank, she was about to ask him to leave.

Except that she didn't. Instead she shut the door, and turned the door sign over to closed. She then pulled the blind to the window. Jaime heard the soft click of the deadlock engaging before Liz turned back to him, a cute grin on her face.

"It's a private party now," she smiled as she walked back to him slowly. As she did so, she undid the apron tied to her waist. It fell to the floor like a skirt.

Jaime stood up and walked towards her, aware of the growing bulge in his shorts. The nylon football shorts he was wearing wouldn't leave much to the imagination, but they were past that now he thought.

For a moment they stood facing each other, taking the sight of their bodies in. Jaime looked down at the diminutive older white woman, her auburn hair up in a messy but sexy bun. Her bright blue eyes were large with lust and Jaime felt she was getting more excited with each passing heartbeat.

Liz looked up at the younger athletic black man that stood before her. He was smiling gently at her, despite the power and testosterone that was obviously emanating from him. She felt the heat rising from her crotch in anticipation of what was about to happen.

They stood like this for a few moments, then Jaime made his move. In a single movement, he encircled her waist and pulled her towards him, angling his face down towards hers. Liz made no attempts to resist. Instead, she reached around the back of his head and pulled Jaime down to her, crushing his lips to hers in a passionate embrace.

It was a hungry kiss, they both started breathing heavily as they explored the inside of each other's mouths with their tongues. Before long, their hands started wandering. Jaime let his hands roam, reaching underneath her trousers and across her hips first, feeling their firm, round shape underneath the soft lace of her panties underneath

He gave Liz's bum a quick and cheeky squeeze. This girl had an ass! Jaime smiled inwardly to himself as he explored further. He would have fun hitting that, but first, he had some more exploring to do. He let his hands continue their journey around Liz's body, letting them rise upwards. As he did so, he pulled her shirt out from under the hem of her trousers. One hand went up her back, feeling the nape of her neck. The other went around to the from and felt her side before coming to rest on the button on Liz's shirt.

Slowly and assuredly, Jaime's hand stroked upwards, undoing the buttons on Liz's shirt as they came to them. The slow sensual touch of his hand, coupled with the hungry, passionate kissing overwhelmed Liz temporarily causing her to shiver. Then his hand moved downwards again until they found the softness of her left breast. He cupped it in his hand for a few moments before gently squeezing and massaging it, feeling the now hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Liz moaned softly as her lover started to caress her breast. The boy was good with his hands! Something that she had not experienced with her ex, he had always been a bit rushed with his caressings. She let her arms drop to her side momentarily as she wriggled free of her shirt. As she did so, she felt a sudden ping as her bra strap was undone.

Liz shivered again as a rush of excitement ran through her. She allowed her hands to explore his body, getting more and more turned on as she felt his hard athletic torso, seemingly rippling with muscle and power. She worked her way down, feeling his solid chest, his stone hard, washboard abs, his solid butt as she pulled him closer and felt the heat of his erection hard and reaching...Oh my God, it was up to her midriff!

It was at this point she knew that she had to see it, and she slipped one hand down in between the waistband of his shorts. It took a little fumbling on her part, but soon she had Jaime's shorts falling down to his feet.

He had boxers on underneath, but it didn't take Liz long to pull them down too and start some massaging of her own, as her hand wrapped itself around Jaime's member.

It felt thick. Very thick, yet it was also smooth Liz noted as she gave it a few gentle tugs. As her fingers moved up and down the shaft, she noticed that Jaime's cock was very smooth. She also noticed that there was no foreskin. Jamie was circumcised. She smiled as she continued to kiss Jaime and let her hand play with the younger man's swollen member, taking in every contour, noting the ridges where the veins lay. She felt him grow in her hand, dick pulsing gently in time with the man's ever increasing heartbeat.

Jaime groaned as she gave his cock a few tender strokes. The woman was everything that he had imagined and more - her hands were magic! She seemed to know how to give him pleasure, stroking him with just enough pressure to keep him growing gently in her hand, but not enough to push him over the edge.

Soon though, whether it was pure excitement or youthful exuberance, Jaime felt as if his cock was about to burst. Each pulse caused it to jump in the woman's expert hand as Liz slowly rubbed and stroked it. Some pre cum dribbled out of the end and onto Liz's hand. She smiled inwardly to herself and rubbed it in with glee, increasing her pace until the whole head was glistening and her hand squelched with each stroke.