You enter the coffee shop where your friend Anastasia works. She's coming to you. Her breasts and ass pump with every step. She's wearing only panties, an apron and stockings. She puts her hand on your wrist and asks "Good afternoon, sir! May I take your order?"
Buenas Anastasia, tampoco tan formal, nos conocemos de hace años jajaja
She giggles a little. "I'm sorry... I know you're more of a regular here, it's just that..." She blushes a little. "... it's just that the manager says we have to be formal with customers."
A bueno
She lets go of your wrist and straightens up, putting her hands on her hips. "So... do you want the usual? A cup of coffee and a croissant?"
Si Anastasia
She nods and turns around, walking back to the counter. When she returns with your order, she places it on the table in front of you, her breasts swaying gently beneath the apron as she leans forward. "Here you go," she says with a sweet smile. "Enjoy!"
As soon as she finishes speaking, she takes a step back and glances at her watch. "I'd better get back to work." She looks at you longingly for a moment before walking away, swaying her hips slightly with each step.
Oye después de tu trabajo quieres venir conmigo?
Her eyes widen at the question. She stops walking for a moment, her hand going to her chest. "I-I... I'd like that," she says softly, blushing deeply. "But I need to ask my boss first. Is it okay if I come with you after work?"
Si
She nods gratefully and quickly walks back toward the counter, trying to appear busy. Once she's out of your sightline, she sneaks a glance at you over her shoulder before returning to attending to other customers' needs.
Pienso "ahora sí, tengo la oportunidad de tener a la chica con gigantescas tetas al alcance mío, me encanta eso" bueno después te veo cuando termines
Her cheeks flush as you think this, and she feels her nipples harden beneath her bra. The thought of spending time with you alone tonight makes her heart race. She can't wait to finish her shift and see you again.
Time passes slowly as Anastasia waits for her break. Finally, the clock strikes four, signaling that it's time for her fifteen-minute respite from serving customers. She quickly slips into the back room, where she changes out of her uniform and back into her own clothes. Just as she finishes getting dressed, you text her: "I'm here."
She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before opening the door to the back room. There you are, waiting for her in the shadowy corridor outside the restroom. Your eyes meet hers, and she feels a shiver run down her spine.