My timid new girlfriend - Ch. 1 - 10

“Oh yes, she loves coming here several times a week, and each time as often as possible.” He answered with a mocking look and then left me, me still waiting for her. Funny way of speaking, I thought. Besides that, she must have quite some money if she could afford to come here so often.

“Do you have latte macchiato with salted caramel?” I asked another waiter.

“Even better, sir,” he replied. “If you wish, we can make the same filling for your latte macchiato as you had in your dessert, but it takes about 20 minutes.”

It sounded a bit long to me, the preparation time for a simple latte macchiato, but what the heck, and I ordered the special latte. I had enough time. Indeed, roughly 20 minutes later my latte macchiato was brought to me by the same waiter, but he looked a bit sweaty. As if he had to handle something heavy and big.

What annoyed me a little bit was that, as the large Black waiter was standing very near me, the waiter's zipper was open, and he had some white stains on his pants. I could even see he wore no underwear, because through the zipper's opening, I saw a large glistening, flaccid cock, all shiny from some kind of moistness, as if he had just used it. I made a gentleman's remark about it, not wanting to embarrass him, that his zipper was open.

He was clearly shocked and apologized profoundly to me. What surprised me is that he undid the button of his pants and lowered his pants all the way to his knees, showing me not only his massive cock, of at least 8 inches, but also his two big shiny balls.

“I need to readjust everything, sir.” As he grabbed his enormous cock in his hand and held it in plain view, the cockhead pointing towards me, close to my face. He then tucked everything away and closed his pants properly.

“Enjoy my self-made latte macchiato, sir.” He politely said it and left. The good thing was that I could see that the upper third of the latte contents was the delicious cream. This time I would be able to drink the special filling with big gulps, instead of having to use a straw. Some kind of grains and jelly-like clumps got stuck between my teeth and under my tongue as I was drinking it, but after moving my tongue around and moving the cream left and right inside my mouth, I was able to swallow them too. With one last big swig and a satisfied look on my face, I emptied the long glass, feeling well fed.

Nevertheless, I drank too much latte macchiato with my creamy black dessert, so I went to the men's bathroom. As I walked through the corridor, I passed the lady’s bathroom, and I heard some rhythmic thuds against its door. Accompanying the thumps was, in a matching vocal cadence, some kind of groaning, as if somebody was being hit with something large. It didn’t sound violent, though, more like a willing grinding, as if somebody was in the gym doing sets with weights a bit too heavy but was still focused on accomplishing the challenge at hand. Those typical “Oh!” “Oh!” “Oh!” cries.

I walked on and found the men's bathroom. Once I was done, I washed my hands and returned to my table, but she was still not back. That must be quite a deep discussion, I thought. I hope she was showing him right!

Finally, she came back, somehow walking slowly, as if she had hurt herself.

“Are you OK?” I asked because, as soon as she sat down, somehow, she sat on only one ass cheek, as if she was being considerate to her butt, leaning to one side. After a minute or two, she was able to sit straight, letting out a content long sigh, her face having a very satisfied expression.

“Yes, I am very OK now.” She answered, almost contemptuously.

Weird, I thought. I noticed she no longer wore a bra, and her nipples were jutting hard against the thin fabric of her top, as if she was cold. Poor her, the bathroom probably had no heating, although I could see small beads of sweat on her forehead.

“Could you handle the waiter?” I asked, “Did he give you something at least?”

“Oh, yes, he gave me plenty.” She smiled. “But let’s go home; I feel worn ...