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A lazy, warm mid-July morning...
“Good morning, Josh!” Sam beamed at me.
The glint in her green eyes, matched the sweetness of her smile and it made my day just that much brighter.
“So, the usual? Chai Latte?”
“Yes!” I smiled back and continued the little flirtation we'd shared since the beginning of the summer.
“You know me so well” I joked.
“Well, you are just sooo predictable that way, ”she playfully retorted.
The morning rush had filtered out and the coffee shop was now mellower. A few people sat reading their papers and some were immersed in their laptops. It was my favorite time of day to come, when the fresh of the morning was still present, but the rush of the working middle class jostling for their java had subsided.
What had made me look forward even more to my morning routine was when Sam, short for Samantha, got hired a couple of months ago. Her family had just moved into our town and this was her summer job
Sam, unlike so many girls from the local high school, was very different from the rest of them. To look at her, you would see a very attractive young girl of beautiful fair skin. She stood about five foot seven and had a lovely mane of brunette hair that framed a lean and healthy figure. On the days that she did her hair up in a ponytail, it revealed a slender neck that further highlighted the lines of her beautifully defined face. She looked womanly, alluring and irresistibly cute all at the same time.
Moreover, for a young lady of seventeen, she carried herself extremely well and exuded an air of intelligence, confidence as well as youthful charisma without the adolescent arrogance that was common with so many teens. She stood out from the rest and definitely captured my attention and stirred my imagination.
At first when she started at the shop, we simply smiled and said hello, but because of the frequency of my visits and proximity of where I lived, we soon struck up an easy rapport between us. She had a great energy that I found to be very engaging and easy to be with, she was comfortable in her own skin and simply radiated sunshine every time we talked.
During my time at the coffee shop, Sam would often come by to chat with me as she cleaned up the tables around the store when things were quiet. We would talk of life, school, perceptions and the latest gossip in our somewhat small upper class village. We laughed and teased each other a lot, there was good chemistry, alchemy, astrology, or whatever it was, between us; next to my coffee, Sam soon became my morning addiction.
As it turned out, Sam’s father was a diplomat and her mom was a lecturer at the local college. As a kid, she and her family had lived in a few countries and enjoyed a lot of travel. It definitely showed in the way she carried herself, something that I found to be very attractive, if not reminiscent of my wife when we first met many years ago.
Ah yes, my wife.
So let me tell you a little bit about me now. I’m forty two, easy on the eyes, in good shape, lean, fit and healthy. I run a small successful hedge fund company that I manage from home and for all intents and purposes, you could say I have a relatively good life.
I have also been married to my wife for over ten years. For the most part, we have a stable marriage; we have no kids and we allow a lot of space and autonomy between each other. You might even say, well at least some of our friends do, that we are in an enviable position.
My wife, being a corporate lawyer, travels a lot to the various countries where her fortune five hundred company sends her to; negotiating whatever deals that needs be done. That leaves me with a lot of alone time, something I don’t mind, as it gives us both space to breathe. I have also come to appreciate it especially this summer, as my trips to the coffee shop had become more frequent and there waited a special incentive just behind the counter.
Don’t get me wrong, I do love my wife, she is my great companion, friend and confidant, but the spark of young love and lust has evolved into a seasoned mature companionship. As time went by and we settled into our grooves, the luster of relationship and just being young (ish) started to gradually loose its novelty. Our marriage certainly lacked the passion and joie de vivre it once did and I find myself missing it and longing for something more.
As the warm weeks of summer wore on, the coffee shop would become quieter as more people left for vacations. I would also find myself lingering in the shop longer and Sam would spend more time with me chatting and sharing the stories of her life. We had got to a comfortable point in our association where I was telling her of my marriage and she would listen intently and carefully ask me the details about the relationship I had with my wife. I sensed where all this was going and I could see that she did too.
One particularly hot day, there was no one in the shop as most of the locals had fled to the beach or the public pool. Sam was wearing particularly short shorts that revealed a very shapely and firm apple bum and a tank top that clung tightly to her slim figure. The hem of her tank top was also a tad too short and it exposed a tantalizing view of her navel and the clean lines of her abdominals. Goodness, the simplicity of her outfit, the exposure of skin, legs, thighs and the shape of her well proportioned body…. she was a vision to behold.
As usual, Sam, in all her youthful splendor, came by my table, this time sitting down next to me. However, she did not have a cleaning cloth or a bussing tray with her, it was obvious she had other intentions. I looked in her eyes and caught something different, something had shifted and the energy between us was more familiar if not poignant. As she sat, she reached out and touched my arm, acknowledged me and smiled. I smiled back, my heart beating a little faster and my manhood twitched with a long forgotten energy as I tried not to stare and take in the sight of her exquisite body.
“Josh…”
“Yes Sam?” I smiled at her and discretely cleared my throat.
“I have to say, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you over these months. I don’t have that many friends here, not that it’s a problem, but I do look forward when you come in the shop and we get to chat. I feel you really get me.” She smiled shyly and blushed for the first time.
I shifted my chair closer to her, our knees grazing ever so slightly; I reached out to acknowledge her and touched her on the knees, at which point she unconsciously jumped and let out a little yelp then quickly giggled at her reaction, covered her mouth and blushed even harder. We chuckled together and that kind of broke the ice and tension of the moment.
“Sam," I said between subsiding chuckles, "I’ve really enjoyed seeing you almost everyday too. Since you started working here, I always look forward to my morning coffee.” I gave her knee a short but friendly pat.
“Really?” she said shyly and got very quiet, which was very uncharacteristic of her.
“Very much so, yes.”
“You know, my family has moved so much that even if I had friends, I seldom get to keep them for very long. Since, I’ve come to this town, you have been more than just a friend to me. You listen to me, which is something I seldom experience.”
Sam was starting to open up, to share with me a more intimate side of herself that perhaps she’s kept hidden behind that exterior of poise.
For the rest of that morning, we sat close to each other, my arm around the back of her chair and our energies started to extend, mingle and overlap across porous boundaries. We smiled, we shared quick touches, we laughed and on a couple of occasions we would gaze for very brief moments into each other’s eyes, enjoying the budding intimacy and energy. No one came into the shop that morning and I was happy that our bubble of privacy was kept in tact.
After what seemed like a long time had passed, it came time for me to leave. As we both stood, I took Sam by the arm, pulled her close and gave her a hug. She didn’t resist and moved within my space, pressed her lean body against me and placed her arms around my back.
Through the thin fabric of her tank top, I could feel her wonderfully firm ample breast against my chest and her belly meeting mine. The radiating warmth of her body, the smell of her hair and the touch of her skin began to stir long forgotten emotions and desires. Mmm, it was such a comfort to my soul and I breathed a deep sigh of content. My manhood also started to swell and my heart began to quicken, I just wanted to keep holding her.
As we pulled away, I looked down at Sam and she looked up at me with those beautiful inquisitive eyes. The path of my gaze naturally fell to her cleavage and then to her breasts whose nipples were now very erect and poking through the spaghetti strapped bra and her thin tank top. At this point my erection was growing with great verve, pushing against the fabric of my shorts and along the boundary of my zipper. As Sam took a step back, as nonchalantly as possible, I saw her quickly glance down to my crotch. Strangely enough I felt no embarrassment or inhibition to hide my bulge. Embolden by the heady effects of her pheromones, the surge of my testosterone and some long lost bravado, I ever so slightly pushed my hips out as if to display my masculinity to my new found teenage interest.
Oh dear.
What was happening? I mean, I knew what was happening, but I am really allowing myself this attraction for this beautiful girl? Has it got to that point in my marriage? Am I really that guy that would have an affair? I mean... she’s only seventeen!
I’d better step back for a bit.
As I released Sam from our hug, I saw that she was very flushed; she looked at me intently and I could see all sorts of thoughts and feelings rushing through that beautiful mind and behind those mesmerizing eyes. She gave me a warm smile as she squeezed my arm, said goodbye and then quickly walked back behind the counter to resume her chores. Nothing more was said, though much was communicated.
I walked out the door.
Something new had indeed begun, and as I walked home, my head was starting to spin a little, well actually, a lot. All I seemed to be aware of was the lingering energy of Sam’s body against me and my throbbing manhood and undulating testicles. I was also vaguely aware of a bird chirping somewhere on some tree and the late morning sun on my skin, and after about a couple of blocks, I realized I was walking in the wrong direction.
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“Good morning, Josh!” Sam beamed at me.
The glint in her green eyes, matched the sweetness of her smile and it made my day just that much brighter.
“So, the usual? Chai Latte?”
“Yes!” I smiled back and continued the little flirtation we'd shared since the beginning of the summer.
“You know me so well” I joked.
“Well, you are just sooo predictable that way, ”she playfully retorted.
The morning rush had filtered out and the coffee shop was now mellower. A few people sat reading their papers and some were immersed in their laptops. It was my favorite time of day to come, when the fresh of the morning was still present, but the rush of the working middle class jostling for their java had subsided.
What had made me look forward even more to my morning routine was when Sam, short for Samantha, got hired a couple of months ago. Her family had just moved into our town and this was her summer job
Sam, unlike so many girls from the local high school, was very different from the rest of them. To look at her, you would see a very attractive young girl of beautiful fair skin. She stood about five foot seven and had a lovely mane of brunette hair that framed a lean and healthy figure. On the days that she did her hair up in a ponytail, it revealed a slender neck that further highlighted the lines of her beautifully defined face. She looked womanly, alluring and irresistibly cute all at the same time.
Moreover, for a young lady of seventeen, she carried herself extremely well and exuded an air of intelligence, confidence as well as youthful charisma without the adolescent arrogance that was common with so many teens. She stood out from the rest and definitely captured my attention and stirred my imagination.
At first when she started at the shop, we simply smiled and said hello, but because of the frequency of my visits and proximity of where I lived, we soon struck up an easy rapport between us. She had a great energy that I found to be very engaging and easy to be with, she was comfortable in her own skin and simply radiated sunshine every time we talked.
During my time at the coffee shop, Sam would often come by to chat with me as she cleaned up the tables around the store when things were quiet. We would talk of life, school, perceptions and the latest gossip in our somewhat small upper class village. We laughed and teased each other a lot, there was good chemistry, alchemy, astrology, or whatever it was, between us; next to my coffee, Sam soon became my morning addiction.
As it turned out, Sam’s father was a diplomat and her mom was a lecturer at the local college. As a kid, she and her family had lived in a few countries and enjoyed a lot of travel. It definitely showed in the way she carried herself, something that I found to be very attractive, if not reminiscent of my wife when we first met many years ago.
Ah yes, my wife.
So let me tell you a little bit about me now. I’m forty two, easy on the eyes, in good shape, lean, fit and healthy. I run a small successful hedge fund company that I manage from home and for all intents and purposes, you could say I have a relatively good life.
I have also been married to my wife for over ten years. For the most part, we have a stable marriage; we have no kids and we allow a lot of space and autonomy between each other. You might even say, well at least some of our friends do, that we are in an enviable position.
My wife, being a corporate lawyer, travels a lot to the various countries where her fortune five hundred company sends her to; negotiating whatever deals that needs be done. That leaves me with a lot of alone time, something I don’t mind, as it gives us both space to breathe. I have also come to appreciate it especially this summer, as my trips to the coffee shop had become more frequent and there waited a special incentive just behind the counter.
Don’t get me wrong, I do love my wife, she is my great companion, friend and confidant, but the spark of young love and lust has evolved into a seasoned mature companionship. As time went by and we settled into our grooves, the luster of relationship and just being young (ish) started to gradually loose its novelty. Our marriage certainly lacked the passion and joie de vivre it once did and I find myself missing it and longing for something more.
As the warm weeks of summer wore on, the coffee shop would become quieter as more people left for vacations. I would also find myself lingering in the shop longer and Sam would spend more time with me chatting and sharing the stories of her life. We had got to a comfortable point in our association where I was telling her of my marriage and she would listen intently and carefully ask me the details about the relationship I had with my wife. I sensed where all this was going and I could see that she did too.
One particularly hot day, there was no one in the shop as most of the locals had fled to the beach or the public pool. Sam was wearing particularly short shorts that revealed a very shapely and firm apple bum and a tank top that clung tightly to her slim figure. The hem of her tank top was also a tad too short and it exposed a tantalizing view of her navel and the clean lines of her abdominals. Goodness, the simplicity of her outfit, the exposure of skin, legs, thighs and the shape of her well proportioned body…. she was a vision to behold.
As usual, Sam, in all her youthful splendor, came by my table, this time sitting down next to me. However, she did not have a cleaning cloth or a bussing tray with her, it was obvious she had other intentions. I looked in her eyes and caught something different, something had shifted and the energy between us was more familiar if not poignant. As she sat, she reached out and touched my arm, acknowledged me and smiled. I smiled back, my heart beating a little faster and my manhood twitched with a long forgotten energy as I tried not to stare and take in the sight of her exquisite body.
“Josh…”
“Yes Sam?” I smiled at her and discretely cleared my throat.
“I have to say, I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you over these months. I don’t have that many friends here, not that it’s a problem, but I do look forward when you come in the shop and we get to chat. I feel you really get me.” She smiled shyly and blushed for the first time.
I shifted my chair closer to her, our knees grazing ever so slightly; I reached out to acknowledge her and touched her on the knees, at which point she unconsciously jumped and let out a little yelp then quickly giggled at her reaction, covered her mouth and blushed even harder. We chuckled together and that kind of broke the ice and tension of the moment.
“Sam," I said between subsiding chuckles, "I’ve really enjoyed seeing you almost everyday too. Since you started working here, I always look forward to my morning coffee.” I gave her knee a short but friendly pat.
“Really?” she said shyly and got very quiet, which was very uncharacteristic of her.
“Very much so, yes.”
“You know, my family has moved so much that even if I had friends, I seldom get to keep them for very long. Since, I’ve come to this town, you have been more than just a friend to me. You listen to me, which is something I seldom experience.”
Sam was starting to open up, to share with me a more intimate side of herself that perhaps she’s kept hidden behind that exterior of poise.
For the rest of that morning, we sat close to each other, my arm around the back of her chair and our energies started to extend, mingle and overlap across porous boundaries. We smiled, we shared quick touches, we laughed and on a couple of occasions we would gaze for very brief moments into each other’s eyes, enjoying the budding intimacy and energy. No one came into the shop that morning and I was happy that our bubble of privacy was kept in tact.
After what seemed like a long time had passed, it came time for me to leave. As we both stood, I took Sam by the arm, pulled her close and gave her a hug. She didn’t resist and moved within my space, pressed her lean body against me and placed her arms around my back.
Through the thin fabric of her tank top, I could feel her wonderfully firm ample breast against my chest and her belly meeting mine. The radiating warmth of her body, the smell of her hair and the touch of her skin began to stir long forgotten emotions and desires. Mmm, it was such a comfort to my soul and I breathed a deep sigh of content. My manhood also started to swell and my heart began to quicken, I just wanted to keep holding her.
As we pulled away, I looked down at Sam and she looked up at me with those beautiful inquisitive eyes. The path of my gaze naturally fell to her cleavage and then to her breasts whose nipples were now very erect and poking through the spaghetti strapped bra and her thin tank top. At this point my erection was growing with great verve, pushing against the fabric of my shorts and along the boundary of my zipper. As Sam took a step back, as nonchalantly as possible, I saw her quickly glance down to my crotch. Strangely enough I felt no embarrassment or inhibition to hide my bulge. Embolden by the heady effects of her pheromones, the surge of my testosterone and some long lost bravado, I ever so slightly pushed my hips out as if to display my masculinity to my new found teenage interest.
Oh dear.
What was happening? I mean, I knew what was happening, but I am really allowing myself this attraction for this beautiful girl? Has it got to that point in my marriage? Am I really that guy that would have an affair? I mean... she’s only seventeen!
I’d better step back for a bit.
As I released Sam from our hug, I saw that she was very flushed; she looked at me intently and I could see all sorts of thoughts and feelings rushing through that beautiful mind and behind those mesmerizing eyes. She gave me a warm smile as she squeezed my arm, said goodbye and then quickly walked back behind the counter to resume her chores. Nothing more was said, though much was communicated.
I walked out the door.
Something new had indeed begun, and as I walked home, my head was starting to spin a little, well actually, a lot. All I seemed to be aware of was the lingering energy of Sam’s body against me and my throbbing manhood and undulating testicles. I was also vaguely aware of a bird chirping somewhere on some tree and the late morning sun on my skin, and after about a couple of blocks, I realized I was walking in the wrong direction.
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Stay tuned for Part 2.
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