Costa Coffee Crush

Large caramel latte, extra shot, every day for three months. Not because I loved the coffee—though it was decent—but because Alisha made it.

She was properly big, this girl. BBW in the best sense—massive tits barely contained by her Costa polo, wide hips, thick thighs, a face like a doll with dimples when she smiled. Which was often, especially when she saw me.

"The usual, babes?" She was already reaching for the cup, already writing my name.

"You know it."

"I know everything about you by now." She winked, started steaming the milk. "Large caramel latte, extra shot. Come in at 8:15 every day. Always pay cash. Always say thanks."

"Observant."

"Have to be. Get bored otherwise." She leaned on the counter while the machine did its thing. "Plus you're the only customer worth looking at."

My heart actually skipped. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. My break's in ten. There's a storeroom out back. Just saying."

The storeroom smelled like coffee beans and syrup. She was waiting, sitting on a box of cups, already untying her apron.

"Wasn't sure you'd come," she said.

"Are you mental? Been wanting this for months."

Her smile widened. "Same. Couldn't figure out if you liked me or just liked caramel."

"Both. But mostly you."

She stood up, walked toward me with a sway that made everything jiggle. "Good answer."

We kissed slow at first—sweet, almost romantic—but it heated up fast. Her body pressed against me, all softness and warmth. I grabbed her arse with both hands and she moaned into my mouth.

"Fuck, I love when guys aren't shy about it."

"About what?"

"Grabbing me. My ex used to hold me like I'd break. I'm not delicate."

"I can see that." I squeezed harder, pulled her closer. "Want me to show you how I really want to grab you?"

"God yes."

Her polo came off, revealing a bra that was working overtime. I unhooked it, watched her massive tits spill free. Stretch marks, soft skin, nipples already hard—she was fucking beautiful.

"Like what you see?"

"You're gorgeous." I buried my face between them, motorboating shamelessly while she giggled and moaned. "Could stay here all day."

"Haven't got all day. But we've got enough time."

She pushed me back, dropped to her knees, and freed my cock with practiced ease. When she took me in her mouth, I had to grab a shelf to stay upright.

"Jesus Christ—"

She was good. Really good. Took me deep, no gag, tongue doing things I couldn't even track. When she looked up at me with those big eyes, I nearly lost it right there.

"Want you inside me," she said, pulling off with a pop. "Been dreaming about it."

I helped her up, bent her over the boxes. Her work trousers came down, revealing a massive arse in purple knickers. I pulled them aside, found her dripping.

"Been wet since you walked in," she admitted.

I pushed in and we both groaned. She was tight despite her size, hot and slick and perfect.

"Harder—I can take it—"

I fucked her among the coffee beans, boxes falling, her moans echoing off the walls. She came twice before I did, each time clenching around me like a vice.

"Inside me—please—want it—"

I came deep, holding her hips, feeling her pulse around me. We stayed connected, both panting.

"Same time tomorrow?" she asked, fixing her uniform.

"I might come twice."

"Promise?"

I walked out of Costa with a coffee I didn't pay for and a date for tomorrow.

Best loyalty program I ever joined.