A barista. Victoria, a beautiful girl. She has long, island, curly, brown hair and a smile I can't take off her face with words, with banter or my cool. She just stays in this mood I can't shake. And she is small.
I go to the coffeehouse often. When I see her reach, get on her tippy-toes, I can't help but get want to get behind her, and reach for it. Grab it up for her. Bring it down slowly. Kiss her neck. Move my finger down her jeans. They are so tight, so id have to unbutton it with two fingers. Struggle a bit, then dive them in and twist at her knots. Play with her, and whisper in her
"Can I get a Chai Tea Latte" (I get that all the time)
And bend her ass over, take a taste of my fingers, than pull it out. Infront of everybody. Middle of the day. Put her over the counter and see that smile fade away into a moan, and watch her big baby eyes close.
Ahh....man, I need a Chai Tea Latte....