Cassie's Garden

As I drank my morning coffee, ready to head for the office, I looked out the window at my back yard, not knowing what to do about the tall grass, the bushes growing out of control. When I bought this house back in January, I somehow imagined I'd never have to deal with these things that were completely out of my experience. But now that it was July, I was in over my head.

I should back up a little. My name is Cassie, and I'm a 26-year-old single professional - an accountant, to be exact. I had moved from my parents' condo in the city, to my dorm at college, to an apartment during grad school, directly into this perfect little house in the suburbs. It was a great investment, and a nice quiet getaway from the hustle and bustle of my downtown office, but I had absolutely no experience with taking care of a house.

Luckily, everything inside had been updated by the previous owners, so it would likely be years before any work would need to be done. Unfortunately, though, the grass and trees weren't being so cooperative - they were expecting attention, even though I didn't have a clue. Oh, and did I mention that I didn't own even a pair of pruning shears, not to mention a lawnmower? And, just to top it all off, neighbors who expected things to be well tended? I would have to deal with this one way or another, couldn't just let it slide.

A thump on the front porch interrupted my train of thought - the newspaper had arrived. Oh, wait, hadn't I seen that same young man working on lawns in the neighborhood?

"Hey, um, Josh, isn't it?"

"Yup, that's me," replied the recent high school grad, turning around and walking back towards my door.

"I didn't realize you were delivering papers now, too - haven't I seen you mowing lawns for some of my neighbors?"

"Yeah, I've been doing that for years now. The paper delivery thing is just for this summer, I'm trying to put some extra money in the bank before heading off for college in the fall."

"So, um, any chance I could hire you to work on my place? I'm desperate - I know it's in bad shape, but I work long hours in the city, not to mention I'm clueless about lawn care!"

"Yeah, sure, happy to. I should have time to get over here within the next couple of days - how's tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that's great. And you have your own mower and stuff? I'm afraid I don't have anything. This is my first house, I haven't had time to get around to that yet."

"Hey, no problem - I'll take care of everything. So, I'll be back here tomorrow, say, just after noon?"

It was a huge relief, as I headed off for that Friday at work, knowing that this confident young man would be taking care of my lawn the following day. I realized after I got to my office that I hadn't asked him how much he would charge, but figured I didn't need to worry, since I'd seen him do work regularly for several other neighbors.

The next day, he arrived in early afternoon just as promised, pulling up in a pickup filled with lawn equipment just as I was finishing up my lunch. "Hi Josh, I'll just be inside, let me know if you need anything."

"Will do, Cassie," he said, pulling on his earphones and starting up a gas-powered edger. I picked up a book to read, but couldn't get past the first few pages before I started feeling guilty, a perfectly able-bodied young woman incapable of mowing her own lawn after a fairly pampered upbringing. I found myself watching Josh through the window, as he effortlessly moved from one piece of equipment to another, clipping, trimming, edging, mowing.

It was a very hot afternoon, and before long Josh's shirt clung to his skin, damp with sweat. That was easily remedied, as he stopped the mower long enough to pull the shirt up and over his head, tossing it into the back of his truck. I couldn't help but notice that he was an impressively fit young man, about 6'2", with dark hair and tanned skin from all his work outdoors.

I caught myself daydreaming about his body, and realized, suddenly again the responsible adult, that he was probably thirsty, working outside with the hot summer sun directly overhead. I went to the fridge, and finding nothing to drink but juice and white wine, instead poured a big glass of water with ice and took it outside to him.

I stood on the porch until he noticed me, turned off the mower, and walked over with a smile. "Hey, thanks, that's just what I needed!"

I was sure he caught me watching him as he gulped down the cool water. When his blue eyes met mine, I blushed, quickly trying to play it off as a response to the heat as I pretended to fan myself with my hand.

"Thanks again, Cassie. Well, I'll get back to work. I should be done in about another half hour." And now I was equally sure that he was checking me out as well, his eyes focusing on my chest rather than my face as he spoke.

"OK, well, I'll just go back inside, you let me know if you need anything!"

Once back inside, I had to pinch myself. This was the first time I'd ever hired someone to do work for me, and I felt guilty. I knew I'd be paying him for his time, but somehow that didn't seem like enough. And here I was, seeing him as an object, daydreaming about the beads of sweat glistening on his skin!

Oh well, I would try to distract myself, move on with my afternoon. I turned on the radio, sat down on the couch with my book, and put my bare feet up on the coffee table. My sundress fell away from my legs as I stretched them out in front of me, leaving my long legs pleasantly bare. The fabric clung to my chest, tightening around my 36C breasts with each breath, as I again became bored with my book and decided it would function better as a fan than as literature.

I must have dozed off, as the next thing I remember was Josh standing over me, gently tapping my shoulder to wake me. My eyes met his, and again I flushed with embarrassment, this time at being caught asleep in the mid-afternoon heat, after he'd been working so hard for the past few hours. I flushed redder as I stood up, my eyes briefly falling to his crotch, where I noticed a distinct bulge in his shorts.

How long had he been standing there, watching me? Was he daydreaming about me, just as I had been about him, or was this all just in my imagination? I decided the best thing to do was to quickly bring things to a professional level. "So, Josh, what do I owe you?"

He quoted me what I thought was an extremely fair rate, and I grabbed my purse to count out the cash for him. "Anything else I can do for you before you go? More water? I'm sorry I don't have anything more interesting to offer you to drink - I'll have to get something else in the fridge before the next time you come back!"

Laughing, he replied, "No, that's OK, Cassie. But I do have one favor to ask if you don't mind. Could I possibly use your shower?"

Suppressing the image of this young man naked in my shower long enough to answer, I said, "Sure, help yourself."

"I wouldn't normally ask, it's just that I need to drive straight from here to meet some friends, and I sweat like crazy in this heat today!"

"No worries, really, go ahead, it's down the hallway there, first door on the left."

As soon as that door closed, I quickly followed down the hallway, listening at the door as he stripped, turned on the water, and stepped into the shower. As soon as I heard the sound of the shower door closing, I quietly opened the bathroom door enough to give me a clear view, his body only slightly fuzzy behind the steamy glass.

At first, I was just admiring his athletic body as he soaped it up. But before long, it was obvious that his hands were returning again and again to his cock, which was growing. Soon, I could hear him moaning gently, and then strained to listen as he began talking quietly to himself, "Oh, yes, Cassie, that's it. God, you are so hot."

I froze, shocked to realize that he had been fantasizing about me just as I had been feeling guilty about admiring his body. Suddenly, I had an epiphany - there was one very simple way that I could repay him for all his hard work that afternoon. I quietly walked into the room, unbuttoned my sundress and let it fall to the floor, and slipped out of my bra and panties.

Just as quietly, I opened the shower door. Still focused entirely on his cock, he had no idea of my presense. Waiting for just the right moment, I finally spoke, gently, just a few inches from his ear, "Can I help you with that?"

He jumped, froze, and slowly turned, his hand still on his cock. He opened his mouth and began to form an apology, until realizing that the fact that I was naked probably meant I wasn't upset. I could tell he was in shock, his mouth hanging open, his eyes permanently fixed on my tits, and decided it was time to take control.

I climbed into the shower and pulled his hands away from his cock, placing them instead on my breasts. My hands then replaced his, the soapy water making it quite easy to begin stroking him. In his youthful eagerness, he clutched my tits firmly, squeezing almost too hard, and I responded by stroking him faster. My head fell against his chest, and his hands dropped, one finding my ass and grabbing it to pull me closer, the other awkwardly stroking at my clit.

I decided to put him out of his misery for a moment, and dropped to my knees to finish him of with my mouth. I turned him into the stream of the shower just long enough to wash the soap from his cock, then turned him back again and quickly took in as much of his length as I could handle. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, the other gently massaged his balls, and I began bobbing up and down with enthusiasm.

"Oh, god, Cassie, yes!" He wrapped his fingers in my long blonde hair, gradually becoming brown as it grew wetter, and pushed me down onto him, the tip of his cock pressing further into my throat even as I kept one hand on his shaft. Just as I was getting a rhythm going, he jerked and shot a load of cum into my throat. I smiled to myself, realizing that his stamina wasn't quite what it would be with more experience, but also hoping that he would regain his composure soon enough to fill my waiting pussy with that big cock of his.

Swallowing his load, I stood up, pressed my body against his, and slowly, sensually, washed the rest of the soap from our wet bodies. As soon as I began to feel him growing again, I looked up, lust in my eyes, and asked him whether he was up for more. "Are you ready for round two? Would you like to follow me into the bedroom, and fuck me properly?"

"Oh my god, Cassie. That would be a fantasy come true."

"Well then, follow me."

I stepped out of the shower first, took his hand, and led him out of the bathroom, down the hall, and into my bedroom. I motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed, and I stood in front of him, dancing gently to the music that still played on the radio in the living room, showing him how a woman pleasured herself. One hand played with my tits, pressing my hard nipples up to my mouth to reach my tongue. The other hand began to explore my pussy, pushing the lips apart and seeking out my oh-so-sensitive clit.

His cock jutted out from his body as he watched, and before long a hand reached down to begin stroking it. "No, just watch. I'll take care of your cock soon enough."

He reluctantly but obediently pulled his hand away, and watched as I plunged two fingers into my pussy, groaning with pleasure as they slipped into my juicy hole. After a few moments of this pleasure, I pulled the fingers out, glistening with my juices, and stepped forward, pushing them into Josh's mouth. As he eagerly licked my fingers clean, I pushed him back until he was lying flat on the bed, and climbed on top of him, straddling his cock.

After rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy lips a few times, I let my weight fall, taking him in completely. We both cried out - me, because I'd never felt so full of cock; Josh, likely because I surprised him with my agressiveness. It had been a while since I'd been with a man, and on top of that I was revelling in the sense of power that being with a younger man gave me. I began fucking him with abandon, riding his cock fast and hard, talking dirty as I never had before, asking him to fuck me harder, fuck me faster.

Just as I was about to cum, he turned the tables, taking control. He pushed me up and off of him, climbed out from under me, and flipped me over. Before I knew what had happened, I was on my hands and knees on the bed, and he was taking me from behind, his cock filling me even more fully than it had in the last position.

"So you want me to fuck you hard and fast, Cassie? Is that what you want? I thought you were a serious woman, but you're actually a cock-loving slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, yes, god, please give it to me!"

"You want me to fuck you hard, fuck you until we both cum?"

"Ungh, yeah, that's it."

He pulled out of me again, climbing off the bed and encouraging me to do the same. I looked back at him, whimpering at the loss of our rhythm, but I quickly got the idea. He was going to take me from behind again, but this time with our feet on the floor. I put my hands down on the bed and spread my legs for him, and he spread my pussy apart even further with his hands, before once again plunging his cock in.

This penetration was the deepest of all, and I was immediately pushed towards a huge wave of pleasure. He began slapping my ass as he pounded into me, panting as he too came closer to a huge orgasm. "Fuck yeah, Cassie. God, you're so hot. I love pounding your tight little pussy."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, that's it - I'm cumming!"

Just as I let go, I felt his load shoot deep into my pussy as well, as he jerked and spasmed behind me. He continued sliding in and out of my pussy, although more gently now, as we both came down from our highs, before finally allowing me to fall to the bed beneath him as he stumbled down next to me.

"So," I asked once I remembered where, who, and why I was, "same time next Saturday? I'm sure the lawn will need mowing by then."

ABCs of a Threesome

I certainly never thought I'd be writing the story of how I found myself in a threesome. But here I am, dying to share the story, so let me give you a little background.

My name's Brianna. I'm a junior in college, and have been going with Alex for just over a year now. I'm attractive, 5'8", blonde, fit, but most certainly not 'girly' - I never get my nails done, I've always preferred hanging out with 'the guys' to a girls' night out, and I most certainly don't like shopping.

But Alex has been such a sweetheart lately, and our anniversary was coming up, so I decided to surprise him, making a trip to Victoria's Secret and picking out a little something special for his enjoyment the next time we spent the night together. I can't stress enough how out of character this was for me - I'd much rather find myself at the sports bar, or even, believe it or not, in the library studying, than at a lingerie shop. But here I was, on a Saturday afternoon at the mall, browsing through teddies.

Just when I'm about to call it quits, grabbing something off the rack and heading for the checkstand, I hear a voice behind me.

"How are you doing today, can I help you with anything?"

I wheeled around to see a young woman, probably about my age, with a very friendly look on her face, obviously eager to help, or at least to earn her commission on the overpriced item I was clutching. She was just a bit shorter and curvier than me, with long red hair and beautiful green eyes.

"I think I've found what I'm looking for, thanks." I hated to be so cold, but I was eager to get the heck out of there and get on with my day.

"Would you like me to set up a fitting room for you?" Ever persistent, she continued, "It's really worth trying things on, you know. Most women out there are wearing the wrong size bra!"

"Um, OK, but this has always been my size before?"

"Trust me, it's worth it. Follow me, let me give you a fitting."

Oh, alright, I thought to myself as I followed her into one of the fitting rooms. After all, it's not like I was in a hurry - it would be another four hours before I'd meet Alex for our night out.

Without a second thought, I pulled off my t-shirt and stood before her, and the mirror, in my bra and blue jeans. I was blessed with a great self-image, the kind that came from being fit and having a boyfriend who loved my tits and great figure.

"See, this bra is too small for you. What size have you been wearing?"

"34B, usually."

"I think you'll end up with a 36C, believe it or not. See how the fabric is digging into your skin here," she said, touching me at the rib, just below my chest. "And the cups are barely containing you - I think you'd be much more comfortable, and your figure would be flattered, with something a bit bigger."

"Um, OK. Never really thought about it, I'll take your word for it!"

"Well, you don't have to - let me grab that size, and I'll show you what I mean!"

She stepped out of the room, returning in just a few moments with a handful of garments - the bra and matching teddy I had already picked out, presumably in a different size, as well as a couple of other bras.

"Let me show you. My name's Chelsey, by the way! Always feels awkward, locked in a little room with a stranger, trying on bras, doesn't it?" She was standing behind me as she spoke, taking each bra off its hangers.

"I'm Breanna, nice to meet you."

Her cheerful demeanor put me at ease. I expected her to ask me to unhook my bra, to hand me something to put on, but instead, she did it herself, surprising me a bit. She had me out of my old bra in just a few seconds, and I noticed her looking at my tits as she reached around me to pull on the first of the bras. Her hand grazed my nipple as she moved past, and she quickly apologized, "Ooh, I'm sorry, clumsy me!"

"No problem, I don't mind."

She pulled the cups around my tits, and fastened the clasps in the back. Looking at me in the mirror, she said, "See how your breasts fit perfectly within these cups, supported nicely but not overflowing. And you see here," her hand grazing my skin again, "how the straps are snug but not tight, not pinching your skin like you're probably used to?"

"Umm hmm, I see what you mean." She was right, I guess, I had been wearing the wrong size after all! But all I could think about was how much I enjoyed her touch on my skin. I had always been so sensitive to a touch just below my breasts, a place on my skin which seemed to be a hot button to my clit but which most men ignored in favor of, well, my actual clit.

"Let's try the bra and teddy next, see if the 36C works for you in that as well." Again, she helped me out of one bra and into another, reaching around from behind. I could feel her breath on my neck, and savored her gentle touch on my skin as she fitted me expertly. I was sure I was blushing now, and that realization made me blush even more. How inappropriate was I, getting turned on, when she was just doing her job?

Just making matters worse, Chelsey gave me her opinion on the teddy. "You know, that looks really hot. You should get on the panties too!"

"You think so? It's a surprise for my boyfriend, he'll be shocked if I wear something girly for a change!"

"Here, try them on, I've got to see the whole outfit to make an educated decision!"

I stared back at her in the mirror, still embarrassed that her touch had turned me on, and cautious to drop both my guard and my pants. But somehow, again, her calm, cheerful attitude convinced me, and I quickly stepped out of my jeans, pulled off my panties, and pulled on the red lace which matched the outfit I was considering.

I had to admit, as I looked at myself in the mirror, that I really did look hot. Actually, the two of us standing there, Chelsey standing behind me and adjusting the straps on my bra, looked hot together. I chuckled to myself as I thought of Alex and the many times he'd shared his fantasy with me, his fantasy of being with two women at the same time.

"So, did I convince you that you've been wearing the wrong size all this time?" Chelsey asked as she accompanied me to the cash register and rang me up. "You really do look hot in the size that fits you."

"Yup, I admit it! Thanks for your help, I never would have taken the time to try that stuff on if you hadn't been there."

"My pleasure, that's what I'm here for! By the way, you look really familiar to me, where do I know you from?"

"Um, I'm not sure? I'm a student at Big State?"

"Hey, me too - that must be it! Oh, I remember now - weren't you in that history course last semester, with Dr. Johnson?"

"Yes, wow, small world! So, I guess I'll see you around on campus - and thanks again for your help, I'm sure my boyfriend will thank you!

With that, I was off, back to my apartment to get ready for my date with Alex that evening. I tried on the teddy once more when I got home, and had to admit to myself once more how much Chelsey's gentle touch had turned me on. So much so, in fact, that I couldn't help but pleasure myself in the privacy of my room. Watching myself in the mirror, remembering her standing behind me in the small fitting room, I let my hands explore my body, tracing the lacy fabric and the skin beneath it, my nipples hardening and my clit pounding as I felt the warmth grow from within.

I ended up on my bed, stroking my clit with the fingers of one hand, and probing my pussy with the other, my brand new panties pushed to one side to give me better access. It was only moments until I came, exploding with pleasure after the build-up of the unexpectedly sexy situation earlier that afternoon. After reveling in my pleasure for a few moments, I quickly got up, washed my hands, and slipped my little black dress over my hot new outfit. A surprise for later. Still turned on, I headed off for my date with Alex.

I'll spare you the details of that evening, except to share that Alex loved the lingerie. Loved what I had picked out, but also just the fact that I had been willing to try it on and buy it in the first place - he knew it was out of the ordinary for me. Alex was a grad student, about 10 years older than me. I won't bore you with the long story of how we came to meet, but suffice it to say that our chemistry as a couple was great. We had very few friends in common, and our areas of study couldn't be less related, but we loved each other's company. Anyway, after a great night of sex, I was pleased with his reaction, and he was probably feeling confident he could convince me to break down a few of my other taboos.

About a week later, we were at a party just off-campus. It wasn't a drunken frat party, but it was still mostly a college crowd, mostly young 20-somethings such as myself. Alex and I did find ourselves compromising between different parties - his, gatherings at the home of his faculty adviser, and mine, like this one, just drinkin' and dancin' affairs.

On my way back to the cooler to grab a second beer, I ran into - literally - Chelsey. She had stumbled, and I caught her, before recognizing who she was. "Hey, um, Chelsey, how are you!"

"Oh, hi Brianna - didn't expect to see you here!"

"Hey, come with me, I'd like to introduce you to my boyfriend, Alex!"

"Hey, Alex," I hollered, getting his attention, "This is Chelsey, you know, the one we have to thank for my new, um, outfit!"

She blushed as Alex took her hand, shaking it with a joking formality, as if I'd just introduced him to my accountant. "Yes, indeed, you've done us a great service. If only there were something we could do to repay you!"

Chelsey and I both giggled, slightly tipsy, before Alex seized the opportunity. "Chelsey, I don't know if Brianna told you, but she was really turned on by meeting you. The night that she first wore that teddy for me, she told me all about how turned on she was by your fitting session."

"Oh, really?" Chelsey laughed as I slugged Alex gently in the shoulder. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone about that!

"Well, Alex, as you know, she has a great body. It was a turn on for me too, getting her fitted for that hot outfit. I was jealous, knowing that you'd be the recipient of her attentions that night."

"Well, there's no need for jealousy, we can share."

Chelsey and I both sobered up at this comment, realizing where Alex was headed - he was, not so subtly, hoping to talk us into a threesome. I looked at Chelsey, she looked back at me, and we silently agreed: sure, why not. His apartment was only a few minutes away. We made our way back to his car, where he instructed the two of us to make ourselves comfortable in the backseat while he drove.

As soon as we were rolling, I reached for Chelsey, grabbing her left breast in my hand and kneading it as I kissed her passionately. I knew that Alex was watching us in the rear-view mirror, and I did this all for his benefit, although I shouldn't imply that I wasn't enjoying myself. Chelsey was hot, and the memories of our brief time together the week before came rushing back - the touch of her hand, the rush of adrenaline which had come from it.

Finally, we arrived at his place, and Chelsey and I continued to kiss as we made our way into the apartment. With Alex one step ahead of us, we stripped each other as we walked towards his bedroom. He reached the bed first, and sat down, watching eagerly as we stripped down to nothing, stroking his cock as we embraced and fondled one another, two hot young chicks on display for him.

Just as I had been at our first meeting, I was overwhelmed by her touch. Alex never failed to push my buttons, but there was something about being with another woman, with her soft hands, gentle touch, and tits pressing against mine as we kissed, that brought me to an altogether different level of pleasure.

Soon, though, Alex interrupted this reverie, urging us to join him on the bed. His fully hard, erect cock was all the encouragment I needed, and I climbed on, kneeling before him and taking him into my mouth. As I began sucking him, fondling his balls in my hands as I bobbed up and down, she straddled him and sat on his face. Whether he likes it or not, I thought to myself - but obviously he did like it, grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto his tongue.

She groaned deeply as he licked repeatedly from her clit to her pussy, occasionally plunging deep inside, spreading her wide with his strong hands. I was sucking him faster and deeper now, just as he had taught me to do, taking him deep into my throat. She came powerfully, crying out as he continued to fuck my mouth.

Once she had recovered from her orgasm - by the look on her face, I judged that it was the first time she'd been eaten out properly - we switched positions, and she took over sucking his thick, hard cock. I moved behind her and began exploring her pussy, fucking her with two fingers as I licked the still-flowing juices from her pussy lips with my eager tongue. It was the first time I had tasted a woman, and I didn't want to miss a thing.

Alex watched me intently, obviously enjoying the sight of me pleasuring a woman as she pleasured him. When he began to pound fast and deep into her throat, Chelsey pulled away, perhaps not as experienced with deep-throating as I had become, perhaps just eager to feel that hard cock in her pussy. She quickly climbed on top of him and lowered herself onto his cock, moaning as he filled her.

Jealous of the attention, I shifted my position. I knew that the touch of his tongue would send me over the edge too quickly, so I gave only his fingers access to my pussy and clit, while I sucked and kneaded Chelsey's tits. She reached back towards mine, pinching my nipples firmly just as Alex plunged three fingers deep into my dripping pussy. I whimpered with pleasure, and Chelsey responded, deciding it was my turn to ride my boyfriend's huge cock.

We quickly shifted positions, and I thrust myself onto his length in one fast motion, screaming with pleasure as he filled me. Chelsey faced me, straddled my legs just as I straddled Alex, and pulled our bodies close together, pressing her chest against mine. I slowed my motions on Alex's cock, giving Chelsey the chance to join in our rhythm. He slipped a few fingers inside of her, and she pressed closer to me, our clits now touching, grinding together with each stroke.

It was in this position that we moved together, three bodies as one, slowly at first, then gradually faster, until we each approached the peak of our pleasure. Alex came first, shooting his load deep into my pussy as I rode him. Spent, he pulled out of me, but remained with his fingers buried in Chelsey, continuing to finger-fuck her as we rolled into a new position on the bed, grinding together more intensely now than before.

We came together, my pussy still throbbing from Alex's cock, hers being pounded by several of his fingers, and our ever-so-sensitive clits stimulating each other. Alex took great pleasure in lapping up our juices with his tongue as we exploded on the bed next to him, obviously proud of his accomplishment in bringing two hot young woman together.

After we'd all had the chance to catch our breath, Alex said calmly, "So, what do you say we do this again sometime?"

"It would be my pleasure," I said, "if Chelsey's up for it?"

"Oh, yeah. And now that I know Brianna's size, I'll come prepared with something sexy for both of us."

Coffee, Anyone?

It was my morning to open the cafe, so I was in at 5am, alone until the first regulars arrived an hour later to join me. As I turned on the lights, started the coffee brewing, and began setting out pastries, I was reminded of why I loved 'Cafe Muse' and why I had jumped at the chance to work here.

The owner, Jason, had put his life into the place, creating just the ambience he knew would be successful in our little college town. Families were drawn in by the comfy chairs and fair prices; young professionals appreciated the fair-trade organic coffee and eco-friendly business practices; and artsy student types, such as myself, came for the ever-changing shows of artwork by local talent, the open-mike nights offering shy students the chance to test out their songs, their poetry, their politically-charged stand-up, in front of a friendly audience.

As the smell of coffee filled the air, I turned on the stereo, and chuckled to myself as I remembered Jason's instructions when he was first training me. "Always classical in the morning, but never more than the first few hours - after that, the college kids are out of bed and we need something more contemporary."

He was very particular about every detail of how his business was run, yet the customers would never know it - through his meticulous management of every detail, what came through was an ease, a comfort, that drew them all in. Much like his own personality; his work-ethic and business skills were hidden beneath the fit, handsome exterior of a 6-foot, blonde, blue-eyed guy of about 40. He wore the same thing each day - jeans and a polo shirt - and always had a smile for the customers, regardless of how lousy his day might have been.

As I mentioned, I first found the cafe as one of those customers - an English major at the college. I was a junior, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, realizing that while my creative writing and study of contemporary American literature was fulfilling, it wasn't going to pay the bills, and it was time I got a job. Much as I didn't want to see myself as a young businesswoman, it was somehow easier to stomach it if I could learn from Jason how to run an earth-friendly, art-friendly little cafe.

Anyway, in the year since I'd been working there, he had indeed showed me the ropes, seeming to take pleasure in my eagerness to learn all about the business. I wasn't just a waitress or barista, I also helped him with the books, worked with our suppliers, and even assisted in roasting the beans, something Jason insisted we do ourselves.

So you can imagine the rude awakening when, after the sun came up that morning, I looked out the front window and saw the sign across the street - 'Java Jigglers' - it hadn't been there the day before, and I did a double-take to make sure I really had seen it. The new strip mall had slowly been filling with little shops, a nice variety of businesses that catered to a similar clientele as 'Cafe Muse' - and now this? Right on the side of the road, drive-through espresso, served up by a pair of scantily clad baristas.

"Don't worry, Megan," Jason said when he arrived later that morning, "it's just a fad - and like all fads, it'll die off before you know it. Once guys realize it's lousy coffee and they don't actually get to touch the, um, display items, they'll go out of business in no time."

I smiled, glad that he was able to make me laugh and forget the supposed competition for the moment. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude, just an earnest young woman who had found a second home in this high-class artsy cafe, and didn't understand the appeal of a crass operation like that. Would men really choose to-go coffee in a paper cup over our artisan brew, just because of the tits?

Unfortunately for both my sense of aesthetics and my tip jar, yes. Over the next several days, I watched in frustration as many of our regulars chose drive-through titillation over a relaxed cup of great coffee. First it was the young men, but soon it was others as well, drawn by the daily specials on syrup-laden drinks, the punch-cards (buy ten, get a flash with number eleven!)

But the excuses when folks came back to 'Cafe Muse' were the most offensive. Families claiming to be just back from a vacation; young professionals who apparently had an unprecedented string of early-morning meetings. They laughed politely at my pointed jokes - my favorite renamed the 'jigglers' the 'clapuccino girls' - but I could sense their tension, their eagerness to get their coffee 'to go' rather than stay a while as they always had in the past.

Jason was still confident, still taking it all in stride, but I was beginning to get fed up, feeling like I needed to do something to shake things up. Perhaps it was the difference in our ages - Jason had more life experience, and had been at this business for a while now, presumably riding out a few previous bumps like this one. But this was my first real job, and I had poured my heart and soul into it. The bimbos across the street were taking in triple my tips after just dipping their tits into the business. And I mean that literally - on this particular day, they had dipped their nipples in chocolate. That was the last straw.

That day after I was home from work, I stared at myself long and hard in the mirror. I was just as hot as those girls working across the street, I just didn't flaunt it, preferring to be comfortable and casual. Maybe it was time for a little honest competition? I stripped down to my bra and panties and stepped into my closet, studying my available wardrobe. Yes, this was worth a try.

Particular as he was, Jason had never actually told me how to dress when I came to work, but I always got the impression that he thought my image was a good fit for the Cafe. I almost always wore a black turtleneck or sweater, and loved long, flowing skirts. My long blonde hair was usually tied into a ponytail or wrapped in a bandanna. The next day, I would go with something a little different and see if it didn't bring a few customers back. No need to be a slut, but a little more skin wouldn't hurt.

Most of the customers didn't even seem to notice as I stood before them in a form-fitting sundress, my hair down in waves. The next day, a plunging neckline and painted-on jeans didn't get me even one big tip. I was having fun with my wardrobe, but was shocked and frustrated that our customers couldn't get over the novelty of tits actually hanging out as they were served their coffee.

The next day, my hair was in two braids, and I was wearing a tailored, buttoned blouse and knee-length skirt. As soon as he got in, Jason asked to see me in his office as soon as Rachel got to work to relieve me from the counter. He had looked very serious, and I was worried - was business already down enough that he was going to have to reduce my hours? Had I made a mistake in the books?

"Hi Jason, what's up?" I said cheerfully as I stepped into the back room - which doubled as his office and our roasting room.

"Hi, Megan. Can you close the door behind you, we need to talk."

Uh oh, it was bad news.

"I'm disappointed in you, Megan, stooping to their level."

"Um, what do you mean?" I asked, well aware of what he meant, and embarrassed that he saw through me so easily.

"Megan, you're a beautiful young woman, and just as hot as anyone they'll hire across the street. But you know how seriously I take this business, and we need to stay true to ourselves. Like I told you, they're just part of a fad, and they'll disappear as quickly as they arrived."

I was blushing, both because I knew he was right, and because he had called me hot.

"Unbutton your blouse."

"What?"

"You heard me. I want to prove my point."

"Jason, you don't need to rub it in, I know you're right."

"No, really. This is important. Unbutton your blouse."

I looked deep into his eyes, searching for his intent, my heart pounding as I decided how to respond. He stood calmly before me, his piercing blue eyes revealing nothing of his intentions. Was this just humiliation to prove a point? Did he intend to seduce me? Impossible. Or not?

After what seemed like minutes, I gave in, and raised my hands from my sides up to my collar, where my fingers went to work on the top button of my blouse. Would he stop me? One button, then two, then three. It was clear now that he had no intention of stopping me, and soon the blouse was completely unbuttoned, my lace bra revealed behind the baby blue stripes.

"Now, take it off and throw it over to me."

Why stop now, when I was both curious and turned on by this unexpected scenario. I did as instructed, peeling my blouse off and tossing it over to Jason. He caught it and sat down on the edge of his desk. "Now, your bra, slowly."

Now, strangely, all sense of humiliation was gone, and I found myself getting into the act of stripping in front of my boss. I slowly pulled one strap down off my shoulder, then the other, then reached around for the clasp. I pulled my hands back in front to catch the fabric before it fell away from my skin, feigning bashfulness as I stepped closer to him. Then, noticing an encouraging glint in his eye, I let my hands drop, tossing my bra to him and feeling a sense of freedom as I stood before him, naked from the waist up.

"Now, Megan," he said, moving his hands away from his crotch and pointing to the obvious bulge that had been hidden by my blouse, "do you see what you've done?"

I smiled, enjoying the realization that this was not about my humiliation. But I still wasn't sure if he intended to take things further, so I fished a little. "OK, OK, I get it. So you're telling me that my tits are just as good as the ones across the street, and therefore I should let it go, and get back to work?"

"No, Megan. I'm telling you that, as much as I officially disapprove of your change of wardrobe over the past few days, you've been driving me wild with each new outfit, and I couldn't wait for an excuse to get you alone in here."

"And what do you want to do with me, now that you have me here?"

"Hmm, do you want to keep talking about it, or should I just show you? Get over here."

I quickly covered the few steps separating us, and as soon as I was within reach, he grabbed my round tits, kneading them firmly in his strong hands and then taking each one into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at my nipples. I moved my hands to his crotch and began stroking his cock through the denim of his jeans, feeling it grow and harden under my touch.

He responded by moving one hand from my chest to my thigh, finding the hem of my skirt and slipping underneath, slowly tracing his fingers closer and closer to my already dripping-wet crotch. He cupped my pussy through my panties and began a slow, circular motion, and I instinctively spread my legs as far as the fabric of my skirt would allow.

Already losing myself in the moment, I pulled back to reality and began focusing my attention on freeing his bulging cock. I undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and eventually managed to free him from his boxers, gasping with excitement as I saw his full length. I slipped one hand around his shaft and began stroking quickly, while my other hand cupped his balls, rolling and squeezing them gently between my fingers.

I moaned with pleasure as two of his fingers slid inside my panties and touched my pussy lips directly. He quickly pulled me close and whispered in my ear, "Shhh, we have to be quiet - remember there are customers right on the other side of that door!"

I did remember - now that he mentioned it - and the knowledge only added to the excitement. His tongue lingered on my earlobe, and then he gave it a little nibble, as his fingers now slipped into me. I ground into him as his fingers bottomed out and his thumb touched my clit. I responded by stroking his cock faster now, my mouth finding his for a passionate kiss rather than allowing another gasp or moan to escape my lips.

He was finger-fucking me at a furious pace now, and I returned the favor, jacking him off in time with his strokes in and out of my pussy. Just as we began to settle into this rhythm, he stopped, pulling out of me so that he could change our position. He shoved aside the papers on his desk, and lay back, motioning for me to climb on top of him in a 69 position. I unzipped my skirt, let it fall to the floor, quickly followed by my panties, and followed his direction. His giant cock now in my face as I kneeled above him, I eagerly sucked in as much of his length as I could handle, and began bobbing up and down on him.

It was now Jason who copied my rhythm, again pressing his fingers - three this time - into my pussy, fucking me as I sucked him. After a few moments of this pleasure, his tongue found my clit, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to cry out. It wasn't long before I had my first orgasm, bucking wildly above him and struggling to keep up my motions on his cock as I covered his fingers in my pussy juices.

After riding out my hot, sticky orgasm, he slowly climbed out from under me, standing next to the desk and stroking his cock gently as I pulled myself up again. "Are you ready to be fucked properly now? Are you ready for my cock?"

I hissed back to him, "Oh god yes, give it to me, Jason!"

Supporting my weight with my hands behind me, I sat with my ass on the edge of the desk, my pussy exposed for the taking. Jason grabbed my ankles and plunged into me in one powerful stroke, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning in pleasure. The feeling of fullness was incredible, and I could feel my pussy throbbing even before he began to push in and out of me.

Every few minutes changing the angle of his penetration by moving my legs, he brought me to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure, and I found myself awed by his stamina - never before had a man brought me so much pleasure before succumbing to his own orgasm. "Yes," he whispered, "that's it. Your tight little pussy is going to make me cum!"

"Jason, wait, I want you to fuck me from behind, and cover my naughty little ass with your cum."

"Oh, god, Megan, yes!" He pulled out of me and backed up to give me room to stand up. Playing up the drama, I slowly and deliberately placed each forearm on the desk, spread my legs wide for him, and looked back over my shoulder at him with pure lust in my eyes. He couldn't wait any longer, and pounded deep into me, his hands reaching around to grasp my tits, squeezing my nipples until they hurt as he fucked me with abandon.

Before long, he could no longer hold on, and stood upright, fucking me so hard and fast that our skin slapped together loudly with each stroke. He grabbed me by the hips, pulling me back into him for even deeper penetration, and at this moment I succumbed to an overwhelming orgasm. My pussy muscles clenched around his still-pounding cock as I could feel my juices squirt out around him.

I was panting, gasping for air, when he finally came as well, pulling out at the last second and shooting his hot load all over my ass. Even after he had finished, he let his cock slide back and forth between my ass cheeks, as he massaged my ass and lower back, spreading his cum all over my skin. He let his hand fall between my legs, my own juices still dripping, and quickly brushed past my still-sensitive clit, causing me to jump and giggle with pleasure beneath him.

We took our time to become presentable again - and then took our turns leaving his office separately - but only after we'd come to an agreement. I would go back to my old work wardrobe, which after all was more appropriate to the ambience of the cafe. But only with the understanding that any and all of those clothes could come off at his request, in the privacy of his office.