Gay Erotic Stories

“I had a late morning meeting. It was dull and a waste of time. I walked out of the office building. It wasn’t even 11:00AM yet, but feeling a little bit hungry, I thought I’d grab a coffee and a bite to eat.

It was a nice spring day, the streets were quiet. I walked for a few minutes and found a little place on a corner. A couple of older men sat a table outside smoking . Inside there was no one, just a big wide screen television playing music videos with the sound down.

I walked up to the counter. There was no one there so I waited and waited. Finally from behind the fridge popped a head.

“Hello.” She said. “Can can I help you?” She was stunning; about twenty years-old, slim with long dark hair pulled back, a perfect face with lovely green eyes. She wore a tight black top and even tighter dark blue jeans with an apron tied around her waist.

“Just a coffee please and a toasted cheese sandwich.”

“Which bread?”

“Brown please.”

“Please sit and I will bring it.”

I sat at the table closest to the counter so I could keep looking at this girl. She went back behind the fridge and I really couldn’t see her, but got a little peak now and them. Her jeans were so tight and hugged her bottom in such a way, I was starting to get hard. Eventually she walked around the counter to bring me my coffee.

“I’m so sorry, I’m on my own today.”

“That’s fine.” I said, “I am not in a hurry.”

“It’s my first day today and the owner showed me the things this morning and left me.”

“You’re doing just fine, I can tell.”

She had large firm breasts and such a stunning figure, I thought if I had hired this girl I would have never left her side.

A few people came and went, builders ordering take-out coffee. Finally she brought over my sandwich, I could not stop staring at this girl’s tits, they were absolutely perfect, she was absolutely perfect. She had no business working in this dumpy little place.

I ate slowly and continued to watch her behind the counter. I was undressing her with my eyes, trying to imagine exactly what she had on under those clothes.

I finished my sandwich and walked up to the counter. I pulled some cash out of my pocket. I paid and waited for my change.

“Thank you.” She said and handed me my change and smiled. I smiled back. I just stood there, not wanting to leave. I put the money in my pocket and made like I was checking myself to make sure I had everything. My hand still in my pocket I pulled out the all the cash I had. I counted it quickly, there was $125.00. I held the bills in my hand.

“Yes?” she asked.

I was there. I had my chance to speak, but the words did not come. I looked down at the money in my hand and said without looking at her, “Can I give you this $125.00.”

“For what?” she asked in a terrified tone and stepped back.

I lifted my head and looked her in the eyes trying to speak.

“To show me your tits?” I said meekly.

I could see her face fill with colour and she looked down at the floor.

“No, no, no.” she said, “I won’t do that, sorry.” Her face was bright red, it seemed odd that she was apologising to me. She was kind of smiling though.

“I won’t bother you any more. I’m not some creep. I just, well I, I don’t know.” I was flustered and shocked at myself, my heart was pumping like mad, it felt like my face was probably as red as hers.

“OK, one last thing and I will go. Can I ask you how much you make here in a day?”

“How much do I make? I make $85.00 each day.”

“OK.” I said and put all the $125.00 on the counter, “One day’s wages for a quick little flash.”

“Where? Not here, people will see.” She said pointing to the large glass window.

“You can stand right there,” I said. “ I will be right here on this side of the counter."

She took a step back and looked around. “Here?”

“No one can see you there, just me.” I smiled at her. She eyed the money on the counter.

“Take it.” I said.

She reached out and picked the money off the counter and stepped back.

I was completely hard, it was very difficult not to reach down and touch myself.

She looked right at me, still blushing. She pulled the bottom of her shirt up just a little showing me her smooth, flat belly, then some more and I could see the bottom of her black lace bra. Then up over the bra displaying these two full round globes. Her bra was elegant and lacy, not really what I was expecting. Her tits sat on it like a shelf. She reached behind her and tried to undo the clasp.

“My bra,” she said, “wait.”

She fidgeted with it for a moment, then pulled her arms through the sleeves of her shirt and pulled the shirt off over the top of her head. She was now standing just out of view of the world in her bra. She reached around and unhooked it freeing the weight of her breasts. She slid the bra off completely.

She was topless, standing looking down at the floor. Her large full breasts were now exposed to me. My hand was rubbing my cock through the cloth of my pants now, it was like it was involuntary.

She looked up at me and cocked her head. She squeezed her tits together with the tops of her arms and leaned forward a bit. I undid my zipper and pulled out my cock. I stroked it and she gazed at my crotch . She then lifted both her tits up, one in each hand. I kept pumping, looking around to make sure we weren’t being watched.

She raised one nipple up to her tongue and circled it; she was still transfixed on my cock. She fiddled with her apron and took that off too. She slowly unbuttoned the top of her jeans, undid the buttons and opened the front just a little. Her panties were black and lacy just like the bra. I could only see a little bit. She rolled her panties down some. I could the to top of her pussy. Her hair was very short, just a little patch. She wriggled to slide her jeans down over her hips.

I couldn’t see her pussy, but just the way she moved caused my load to come flying out of my cock and shot all over the glass counter top. It was so intense I had to stop myself from falling over. She caressed her breasts one last time, smiled at me and then went back to blushing. I put myself away, grabbed some napkins and started the clean my spunk off the glass. It smeared it around a bit.

She was loading her jugs back into her bra and said, “Please don’t worry, I can do that.”

I stood there watching her squeeze back into her top, do up her jeans and re-tie her apron.

“Well, thank you. Thank you very much.”

She didn’t say anything she just stood there, smirking like she’d done something naughty.”