I dont know about you, but I like the caffeine buzz of a strong dark Grande from Starbucks. However, this story isnt about coffee. In my local coffee shop there is a tall dark Latino barista that gives customers something much more than a caffeine buzz.
There are thousands of Starbucks. Those dark green coffee shop signs are found at airports, in shopping malls, office towers and on street corners around the world. You can get a Starbucks in Taiwan, Turkey or Thailand. You can order a latte in Chile, China or Cyprus.
The Starbucks in the shopping mall not too far from my suburban home has something special, but its not the coffee. Juan, a dark Latino, works at the Starbucks in my neighbourhood. He must be the most well endowed young man I have ever seen.
Juan always wears very tight black pants and a white dress shirt when he is working at the neighbourhood Starbucks. His sleeves are rolled up to show off the smooth mocha skin and sinewy muscles of his arms. He is tall and thin, with smoldering eyes and a shaggy mop of black hair. He exudes sexuality.
The seating area in this Starbucks has a number of small round tables with low wooden chairs placed close together. There are also several big couches and two deep wingback chairs. Students study on the over stuffed couches; housewives sit on the hard chairs and gossip. Businessmen will sometimes sit and review their appointment books as they drink coffee at the little tables. The average customer sits for half an hour; some longer some shorter.
I planned on sitting in the coffee shop for a couple of hours so I plugged my laptop into an electrical outlet on the wall to save battery power. Normally I just run in to grab a quick java but this particular sunny Sunday morning I sat for over two hours watching. I was able to observe Juan working and more importantly watch the reaction of the customers to this beautiful human specimen.
I must admit I decided to set up my computer at the Starbucks because I was curious about Juan. I had noticed him several times before in the store and he piqued my curiosity. I wanted an excuse to sit for a couple of hours and just watch. Juan isnt always at the store, but when he is working, there seems to be a sexual tension in the shop.
Both men and women seem to be attracted to his dark eyes his hard bubble butt and the noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. When he comes out from behind the counter to tidy the sitting area or restock the cream and sugar, most heads in the coffee shop turn and watch his tall sleek body as he gracefully moves between the tables.
Customers cant help but stare. It is interesting to watch the reactions. Some customers try to catch his attention engage him in small talk and devour him with their eyes. Others steel quick glances at Juan and don't want to appear to be staring. They get embarrassed if he stands close or brushes against them as he moves between the tables.
A sleek muscular young body like a panther he bends and moves with grace. His crotch a noticeable bulge is right at eye level for the customers seated in the low couches and at the small tables in the Starbucks.
His ass is hard and round. When he bends to pick up the newspapers you can see the young housewives staring I noticed more than a few men staring too.
Having watched him for over two hours I noticed Juan had a pattern. He wears a green smock when working behind the counter, but before he comes out to the seating area which he seems to do with great regularity he always removes his smock and adjusts the crotch of his tight pants for maximum effect.
If I hadnt been watching for a couple of hours I wouldnt have noticed the pattern. Juan works the seating area, cleaning the cream and sugar counter, emptying the garbage, tidying the newspapers. He seems to like putting on a show. The whole time he is smiling and chatting with customers; stretching and strutting in his open shirt and adjusting his large package in his tight pants.
It is interesting to watch him coming on to the shy patrons. I watched him put the moves on one particularly pretty girl. She had ordered a Mocha Frappuccino and sat deep in one of the wingback chairs to read her book.
Late in the morning, as the sun was starting to stream in the window, the beautiful blond hair of the girl by the window caught the sunlight. She was tanned, pretty and innocent looking. I watched as Juan, who had served her twenty minutes earlier, approached the pretty girl. She was seated deep in the overstuffed chair minding her own business.
Juan followed his usual pattern. He lifted the green apron over his head and tossed it on the counter. He ran his fingers through his long dark hair. He adjusted his shirt, smoothed the pants on his thighs and adjusted the healthy package in his crotch.
Juan maneuvered among the tables. He picked up newspapers, wiped the tables and straightened the chairs. He smiled at the customers as he gently brushed his hard butt past them in the tight spots between the tables. He approached the pretty blond in the large wingback chair by the window. His crotch was right at her eye level. He casually adjusted the bulge in his pants.
This particularly attractive blond girl looked up from her book and right at Juans manhood. Juan smiled and looked directly into her eyes. She turned deep red as Juan stood with his semi-hard dick hanging down his thigh right at her eye level. He casually asked if she wanted another Mocha Frappuccino.
She looked at her cup then back at Juan first at his eyes then at his crotch. She smiled a nervous smile and nodded yes.
There are thousands of Starbucks. Those dark green coffee shop signs are found at airports, in shopping malls, office towers and on street corners around the world. You can get a Starbucks in Taiwan, Turkey or Thailand. You can order a latte in Chile, China or Cyprus.
The Starbucks in the shopping mall not too far from my suburban home has something special, but its not the coffee. Juan, a dark Latino, works at the Starbucks in my neighbourhood. He must be the most well endowed young man I have ever seen.
Juan always wears very tight black pants and a white dress shirt when he is working at the neighbourhood Starbucks. His sleeves are rolled up to show off the smooth mocha skin and sinewy muscles of his arms. He is tall and thin, with smoldering eyes and a shaggy mop of black hair. He exudes sexuality.
The seating area in this Starbucks has a number of small round tables with low wooden chairs placed close together. There are also several big couches and two deep wingback chairs. Students study on the over stuffed couches; housewives sit on the hard chairs and gossip. Businessmen will sometimes sit and review their appointment books as they drink coffee at the little tables. The average customer sits for half an hour; some longer some shorter.
I planned on sitting in the coffee shop for a couple of hours so I plugged my laptop into an electrical outlet on the wall to save battery power. Normally I just run in to grab a quick java but this particular sunny Sunday morning I sat for over two hours watching. I was able to observe Juan working and more importantly watch the reaction of the customers to this beautiful human specimen.
I must admit I decided to set up my computer at the Starbucks because I was curious about Juan. I had noticed him several times before in the store and he piqued my curiosity. I wanted an excuse to sit for a couple of hours and just watch. Juan isnt always at the store, but when he is working, there seems to be a sexual tension in the shop.
Both men and women seem to be attracted to his dark eyes his hard bubble butt and the noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. When he comes out from behind the counter to tidy the sitting area or restock the cream and sugar, most heads in the coffee shop turn and watch his tall sleek body as he gracefully moves between the tables.
Customers cant help but stare. It is interesting to watch the reactions. Some customers try to catch his attention engage him in small talk and devour him with their eyes. Others steel quick glances at Juan and don't want to appear to be staring. They get embarrassed if he stands close or brushes against them as he moves between the tables.
A sleek muscular young body like a panther he bends and moves with grace. His crotch a noticeable bulge is right at eye level for the customers seated in the low couches and at the small tables in the Starbucks.
His ass is hard and round. When he bends to pick up the newspapers you can see the young housewives staring I noticed more than a few men staring too.
Having watched him for over two hours I noticed Juan had a pattern. He wears a green smock when working behind the counter, but before he comes out to the seating area which he seems to do with great regularity he always removes his smock and adjusts the crotch of his tight pants for maximum effect.
If I hadnt been watching for a couple of hours I wouldnt have noticed the pattern. Juan works the seating area, cleaning the cream and sugar counter, emptying the garbage, tidying the newspapers. He seems to like putting on a show. The whole time he is smiling and chatting with customers; stretching and strutting in his open shirt and adjusting his large package in his tight pants.
It is interesting to watch him coming on to the shy patrons. I watched him put the moves on one particularly pretty girl. She had ordered a Mocha Frappuccino and sat deep in one of the wingback chairs to read her book.
Late in the morning, as the sun was starting to stream in the window, the beautiful blond hair of the girl by the window caught the sunlight. She was tanned, pretty and innocent looking. I watched as Juan, who had served her twenty minutes earlier, approached the pretty girl. She was seated deep in the overstuffed chair minding her own business.
Juan followed his usual pattern. He lifted the green apron over his head and tossed it on the counter. He ran his fingers through his long dark hair. He adjusted his shirt, smoothed the pants on his thighs and adjusted the healthy package in his crotch.
Juan maneuvered among the tables. He picked up newspapers, wiped the tables and straightened the chairs. He smiled at the customers as he gently brushed his hard butt past them in the tight spots between the tables. He approached the pretty blond in the large wingback chair by the window. His crotch was right at her eye level. He casually adjusted the bulge in his pants.
This particularly attractive blond girl looked up from her book and right at Juans manhood. Juan smiled and looked directly into her eyes. She turned deep red as Juan stood with his semi-hard dick hanging down his thigh right at her eye level. He casually asked if she wanted another Mocha Frappuccino.
She looked at her cup then back at Juan first at his eyes then at his crotch. She smiled a nervous smile and nodded yes.
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