Two Birds with One Stone Hard Cock

I had been working as the baker at a local Jim's Cafe, the country's' largest coffee and donut chain. Four years heating up frozen donuts, injecting them with jelly, and occasionally even serving some caffeine and sugar fiend customers. It wasn't glamorous, but it did have some perks. High turnover rate, with myself and a few lifers as the exception. For the most part it was young, cute little teens, staying for a few months at a time.

Tight bodied, perky and nubile girls getting a little extra cash for summer holidays, or trying to put a dent in the college debt. Sure they weren't all stunners of course, I mean it's only a coffee shop after all, but this story's not about the ones that weren't.. The preppy little bubble butt, fresh faced babes who happened to grace my workplace with their presence.

At the time this story takes place I was a freshly turned 18 year old. Slim, lanky blonde guy, six foot two, green eyes, deep voice. I was relatively new to actual real life sex, not involving one of my own mits and a high speed internet connection, but I had gone through a few bad experiences by that point. A few drunken house parties, a blowjob here, a finger fuck there.

I still hadn't had the chance to really "work" a girl like how I wanted to. I worked the midday shift, eleven to seven. After the initial bake it was just sit back, wipe counters and wait for the batches to get low. I had a little time usually to just watch my co-workers whip around and make coffees. The uniform was pretty much unisex, not very flattering to any body type, but when they arrived at work through the back door, I got to see what they wore in regular life. I worked in the back room so I had a good spot to see them enter.

Flip flops on Karina, a raven haired, 5'3", blue eyed beauty. Black Capri pants, and a white tank top with some pink logo on it. Great for the summer weather. "Hi" I would say to them. The lovely brunette Michelle comes in wearing cork sandals sporting a baby blue pedicure. Yes I love feet, and I love how the summer brings the toes out into the open. Let the feet breath. She has a white little skirt with the interlocking, alternating folds, and a light blue girly tee. Shows off her tanned legs beautifully. She gives me a little smile. "Hey, how's it goin'?" I'd say.

I was still kind of shy around these beauties, but still eager nonetheless. I could practically smell their little pussies as they walked by me, off to change in the bathroom. Often enough I would sneak a little sniff in the back room area where they left their civilian clothes. I would wear the headset so I knew when they were occupied with orders, giving me the chance to dart in the back and inhale some sweet teen sandal soles. Call it sick if you want, but who's it really hurting?

Some girls locked their clothes in their cars though, as if they knew about the potential perverts throughout society, and they just weren't having any part of it. Sometimes the extra caution or awareness in a woman seemed to make me want them even more. At the time this story occurs, it was Thursday, and I was at home relaxing on a day off when I received a call from work, asking if I could take an afternoon shift just serving customers.

"Who's else is working?" I had asked.

"Sandy called in sick, so it's just gonna be Antoinette working."

I momentarily feign contemplation, then agree. The reason I had to feign contemplation was because this girl Antoinette was quite pretty, and I really didn't need a second thought on the matter. I just didn't really want my manager to know what was up, as if she already didn't have a clue. Antoinette was from Trinidad, with flawless ebony skin the colour of coffee and a touch of cream. She changed her hair style pretty often, almost monthly, but in this most recent case her long black hair was dyed blonde. She had her entire head of hair, very exotically, braided into pencil thin strands that went all the way down to her ass, and were beaded at the bottom.

She was one year older than me, aged 19, about 4'10', tiny little body, with the cutest face you've ever seen. Tiny little Halle Berry nose, pouting bee stung lips, and big, lusciously lashed eyes, irises coloured black. Her eyes had a real sexy quality about them, hard to define. She had tiny little tits, probably A cups, but a pretty meaty ass. With thoughts of Antoinette ass, I took a shower, got some nice smelling body wash going, and basically prepared for my upcoming shift.

Antoinette worked afternoons Tuesdays and Thursdays, and was a model part time, appearing mainly in department store catalogues. We had a pretty good rapport, even though I usually only worked a few hours a week with her. She had even shown me some of her photo shoots on her laptop one time. Bikini sets. In one picture, she is on her knees on the beach like she's praying, only her legs are apart instead of together, her tiny hands resting on her thighs. In it she's wearing a leopard print string bikini, and black, 4 inch high heels. Her face is turned to one side in a seductive manner she seems to pull off effortlessly. I had 'joked' with her to email me some of these pictures for when I have some "alone time", and she laughed at that, but still ended up sending me some. I still have fun with those photos.

Truth was I had a feeling she liked me back. She would give me these little glances and smile, turning her head every once in a while. She would touch my arm now and then, when asking for me to reach something high up for her. She kept her hands in premium condition, manicured and moisturized smooth with lotion. Soft as skin can be, silken smooth. When Antoinette went on break, she would sit up by the door that connected the bakery where I worked and the front customer service area, and she would let her tiny bare feet rest on top of her shoes.

In the warmer weather she always had her feet bare inside her black leather work shoes, probably working up a healthy little sweat in there. I had a perfect view of the tops of her smooth, coffee toes. Either a French pedicure, or often enough she painted her toenails a pink colour, which contrasted beautifully with her satiny dark complexion. I wonder if she knew that I was staring at her feet all those times. Tiny little size 4 or 5 feet, toes all nearly the same size except for the slight increase from the pinkie toes to the big toes. She always seemed to be giving me a show, spreading and stretching out her feet and toes like that... She was also one to lock her clothes in her car.

I arrived at work already wearing my baker uniform, even though I was serving customers only. My uniform was entirely white and it looked a lot cooler than the crappy grey and brown uniforms, plus I didn't have to tuck my shirt in with this one. The manager was just leaving as I arrived and I saw Antoinette pulling up in her purple Dodge Neon. She waved and smiled, and I responded with a 'too casual' tip of my white hat. Lightly done make up, no more than a little mascara with some lip gloss, Antoinette got out of her car.

I watched for her footwear and was immediately pleased to see flip flops on her finely arched, French pedicure feet. She was in beige khaki shorts which showed off her chocolate creamy thighs. Her petite little body had some finely shaped legs attached, and I struggled not to stare for longer than a few seconds. She had a tight white tank top on with her bra straps visible. She wasn't a slender girl, somewhat curvy, but definitely not fat. One of her best qualities though was somewhat elusive and hard to pinpoint. She had a certain aura, or air about her that was just dripping with raw sexuality.

"So they got you to come in huh? I was sick of Sandy's constant complaining anyways."

Antoinette has the cutest little voice. It's very high pitched and she sounds like a little girl or something. Similar to how a lot of Japanese girls voices are, it just further adds to her feminine appeal.

"Yea well if I knew I was gonna be working with you I might not have come in." I flirt with a grin.

"HEY!" She mock scoffs and gives me a playful shove.

My dick tingles a bit at the minor contact... she's got a calm demeanour about her. So feminine in every movement, so inviting.

She smells so good today, some sort flowery scent, jasmine I think. A hint of some indecipherable fruity aroma. Some kind of super lotion on her skin's got her soft and smooth as ever, as I had noticed with the playful shoving. After initial small talk, Antoinette goes into the bathroom and changes. I ogle her little apple bottom ass, slightly glistening hips and thighs glide her into the bathroom, and I attempt to get my mind off sex with a bit of mopping. It's an afternoon shift, so it's not gonna be too busy, and it's only going to be me and her working till eleven at night. So much for getting my mind off sex, even when she emerges from the bathroom in the frumpy uniform that is the Jims Cafe trademark. She goes outside and locks her clothes in her car, comes back in and we start off the shift.

We commence with the usual small talk about how the week has been going, the weather's been nice and hot, and what are we planning for the weekend, there's a new Jims Cafe donut coming out... etc. The conversation sparks my attention, however, when she mentions that some of her friends will be stopping by later. I've seen her model friends before, and they are quite a bevy of beauties to say the least. With the hot weather I should at least get some good eye candy for when I jerk off later. Maybe I'll even beat one out in the washroom here at work. I had done it before, believe me. It's a private single bathroom so sometimes when I'm rocking some particularly stubborn wood, I just take a washroom break and beat it out of me. Can't be serving customers with that thing sticking out you know.

After a few hours and fairly steady streams of customers, the conversation takes a turn towards sex. Boyfriends she's had, the lack of any steady girlfriends I've had. She's only had one boyfriend she had sex with, and she was now single at the moment. Not that men weren't calling. My limited experience in this subject matter caused me to blush a little at times during the conversation, and she hit me with it.

"Are you a virgin?"

"NO. I mean, remember because I told you about at that house party.."

"Yea well sure that was just a blowjob you mentioned. I haven't heard you say anything about sexing a girl up yet" She laughs sweetly, lightly gripping my bicep while doing so.

Dick twitching, I reply,

"Well... Yea I haven't officially had sex yet, then... I guess not officially, but I've done everything else."

"That's cute"

She flashes a gorgeous little smile, still with the relaxed, big eyes. Long eyelashes. She turns around with a mischievous little grin, scrunching her Halle Berry nose a bit.

"I'm taking a break now" she says.

She goes in the back, text messaging on her cell phone. Great, now she's messaging her friends about how I'm a virgin. She finishes text messaging or whatever on her cell, and makes herself a sandwich, sitting down in her usual spot. I watch for her from under the rim of my hat, waiting for her to take off those black shoes and air out her feet. I get out my own cell phone to make it seem like I'm just looking down at my phone, where instead I'm staring at her tootsies.

She finally slides her dark caramel feet out of the confines of her shoe, and plops her heels down on top of them. Never fails. I can see mainly the tops of her smooth feet, as her back is facing me, but I can catch an occasional glimpse of the very light, pinkish flesh of her soles. She's eating her sandwich now, continuing with her cell phone at the same time. A customer arrives and I take the order. I stumble through the order somewhat, and when the customer leaves I'm wiping up a minor coffee spill.

"So you like my feet then?"

Whoa, that came out of nowhere.

"....Uh... say what?"

"Come on, I see you trying to hide your stares at my feet all the time.. am I right?"

Well I'm busted. No sense in hiding it now, but I just stare at her for a very long few seconds...

"It's alright... I've heard it's a pretty common fetish for guys..." she giggles.

"Yea... well, *cough* you do have some cute feet... Anyone would think so."

She laughs. "Well thank you... I've heard lots of my girlfriends talk about their men having foot fetishes. I love my feet too, and..... I think it's pretty kinky."

Alright she's not disgusted by my fetish. A little shocked, but I'm excited to see where this conversation goes. My penis is already beginning to re-fill itself with blood.

"Aha ..well.. you are always giving me that little show on your breaks are you not? Am I now to believe that, uh...these shows are on purpose for me?"

She laughs again and spreads her juicy little toes as she does it, raising one foot up and flashing the tender sole flesh at me. The light skin tone of her sole contrasts with the rest of her body's dark, chocolaty complexion with an awe inspiring effect.

"So you like suckin' toes then huh?" She gives a sly little grin, again scrunching her nose.

"Uh.. y-yea I guess I do." I stammer, still a little taken aback by her boldness. I hold back a few facts about how I also relish in the taste and especially the smell of a clean, pretty ladies foot.

She slides her feet back into her black, closed toed work shoes, and gracefully floats towards me, moving her hips with all her feminine grace, smiling in a sultry, relaxed manner. I am leaning against a counter, mouth hanging slightly open, watching her approach, and wondering what exactly Antoinette had in mind. She brings her petite frame right up against mine, and I really notice the difference in size between us, as she gazes up at me. I'm well over a foot taller than this little sexpot, and the thought of my solid cock repeatedly penetrating her....

She places her tiny, silk hands under my shirt and touches my bare skin, pressing her soft hand against my tight, lower abdomen. She runs her smooth palm through the hair of my treasure trail, up the center of my abdominal muscles, until her exploring fingers reach up to my solar plexus. My cock is stiff as a board now. Her close proximity and touch are already intoxicating, combining her flowery scent with the visual delight of her delicate female features. She trails her warm, dry fingers back down my chest, feeling my stomach muscles contract and flex. See what I mean about sexiness? This girl just oozes sexuality, even while wearing her rather unflattering Jims' uniform.

I just stand there, dumbfounded. I know I should try to kiss her right now, but I can't move. Instead, a customer dings through the door, and Antoinette quickly removes her hand from under my shirt to serve him. Still standing there stunned, I am brought back to reality as another customer walks through the door, so I proceed to assist Antoinette. As I am shakily pouring the milk, and stirring the coffees, I turn my head and notice Antoinette slips one foot out of her shoe and bends her knee slightly. This reveals only the deeply arched sole of her foot, while her toes are still hiding flat within the mouth of the shoe. I look up at her pretty face and she's giving me a sly little smile.

"Hurry up Paul the customer's waiting." she jokes in front of the customer.

"Yea uh.. thanks for the encouragement there, Antoinette." I reply sarcastically, nervously grinning at the customers.

The customers leave, and Antoinette and I stand there just looking at each other for a moment. The tension was already thick to begin with, but now the air is practically dripping with sexual humidity.

"Paul it's 9:00"

"Huh? Oh right I'll lock up the front door."

Now is the time where we lock up the front entrance and only serve drive through customers, for safety reasons I suppose. If it wasn't slow before, customer traffic is slowed significantly now. After I lock the door, I come in through the back entrance and back up to the storefront area. Antoinette is leaning through the window, chatting with someone. Her friends must have arrived. I just decide to let her and her friends chat about what just went down at the Jims, so I lay low and wipe some surfaces with a damp cloth.

I notice in my peripheral vision Antoinette's head momentarily turn around in my direction, followed by giggling, and I hear laughter outside the window. It sounds like she's just talking with one friend. I sneak a peek over Antoinette's shoulder, and see that it is her friend Alysha. Alysha had worked at Jims' for about a week or so, before she got fired for stealing. This all happened probably about a month earlier. I had briefly made her acquaintance, but she was here for so little time, I didn't get to know her that well.

"Paul, you remember Alysha? She worked here for like a day." Antoinette snickers.

"Huh? Oh yea of course, she was stealing sandwiches while the manager was still in the office right?" was my smart ass reply.

"Shut up!" Alysha pokes her head through the window to yell at me.

Alysha's quite beautiful as well, not surprisingly. She has straight, shiny chestnut hair, shoulder length, with vanilla cream coloured skin. Dark black puppy dog eyes, with a slight droopy like quality to them, with smoky black mascara and eyeliner, creating a very sultry effect. Her lips are big, plump and red, with a deeper red lip liner. I recall hearing that Alisha's father was a Jamaican black man, and her mother was a white woman from France, making her a gorgeous, white skin mulatto.

"Hey hey sorry. I'm just a little more cautious when I steal is all.." I laugh.

"Hey I know somethin' about you buddy so you shouldn't be talkin shit like that." says Alysha with a devilish grin. Her cheeks pop out when she grins and her eyes shine liquid. One of her incisor teeth is slightly crooked, but it just adds a uniqueness to her face, and somehow makes her all the more attractive.

"Oh...Oh yea? ...Great, thanks Antoinette."

"Virgin!" Alysha taunts.

Antoinette turns around and slaps Alysha's hand, adding, "Don't, bitch!!"

".....Umm sorry Paul." Antoinette says with a sort of half smile on her face.

"Yea yea..." I give Antoinette an annoyed look, but still don't put much into it.

They continue talking to each other in lowered voices, still giggling periodically. I try to concentrate on wiping the counters, feeling humiliated. Why would Antoinette just go around telling her friends about something I would obviously be sensitive about. We have to work together, so I wouldn't see the point in creating an awkward atmosphere. I glance up and see Alysha walk away from the window. Antoinette walks away from the window and brushes past me. Was that a little wink?

She goes into her purse and retrieves a small bottle. She squirts a little blob from the bottle into her hand, rubbing it in as she disappears into the back baking area. I keep my head down and continue wiping the stainless steel. We had a nice, flirty workplace relationship, and now it was crumbling. I shouldn't have admitted to being a virgin. Just then I hear the back door click open, and once again hear Alysha's voice. They both emerge from the back area and to the sandwich station, where Alysha starts to prepare herself a sandwich.

"Great, what are you robbing the place again?"

"Hey Paul, just making a sandwich for later." Alysha responds nonchalant.

I check out Alysha's fresh, 19 year old body for a moment. My eyes start at her feet of course, but to my disappointment she is wearing white, size 5 gym shoes and socks. Probably about 5'5", she's also wearing tight acid washed jeans, which hug her clearly Jamaican bubble ass. Her legs and arms are toned, very fit, but not overly muscular. I remembered she takes karate lessons which obviously helps keep her in shape.