americano

June 2
That day Barista was not the place it used to be.. she was sitting with the sunlight glowing on her face and hands.. making her golden..

She is an angel…he did not have any doubt any more..
All surrounding was ready for the ceremony of their meeting each other..
He was heavy with so much stories..
All of them were just for her..
Nobody else would find much interest in them..

But all the stories were savored in the taste of the feeling they both shared.. but yet didn’t know how to express..
Actually there was no word on earth for it..
It was like a romantic virus.. which was turning everything it touches to something extraordinary.. in to dreamy space with its own color, music and fragrance..

And the smell of lovely hot coffee completed the bliss.. and woke up streams of goosebumps on both of their skins.. with an internal fire of orgasm..
Their eyes were gleaming.
They both tried to be in their body limits at the both sides of little coffee table but couldn’t stop the sex going in the passage of air between them..

Hmmmmmmmmmh…..

It was the only sound that could hear to the waitress at the counter..