I bet if I was the nude coffee barista girl business would boom. Well today I am going to do it. The shop was packed
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I am Linsy Donovan, the proud owner of the newest coffee shop in town, “Blonde Brews.” My long blonde hair cascades down my back, framing my young and beautiful face with piercing blue eyes. My body, a tantalizing 36-24-36, is a subject of envy for many, and I’ve always been quite proud of it. I wear different lingerie when I’m at the coffee shop, with matching high heels. It’s not just for my personal pleasure, though; it’s a subtle tease for the customers, and to bring in business
One particularly busy morning, as the scent of freshly ground coffee beans fills the air. The door chimes as customers come and go, their eyes drawn to my figure as I lean over the counter, my ample breasts straining against my too small lingerie.
I get a wild idea.
As the lunch rush subsides and the afternoon sun kisses my bare shoulders through the windows, a wild idea begins to form in my mind. What if I took it one step further? What if I gave them a real show? With a mischievous smirk, I decide to test the waters. At the drive-thru window, I lean down, letting my areolas peek out. The reaction is instant. The man’s eyes widen, his voice catches, and he fumbles with his wallet. It’s clear my little show has had an effect.
I bet if I was the nude coffee barista girl business would boom.
Encouraged, I decide to push the boundaries. I remove my top letting my breasts spill out into the sunshine. The cool air kisses my bare skin, making my nipples stand at attention. The customers inside the shop gasp, their eyes devouring the sight of me in nothing but a skimpy thong and my favorite black high heels. The room goes quiet, save for the sizzle of the milk steamer and the racing of my heart. The thrill of exhibitionism surges through me, a potent cocktail of adrenaline and arousal.
I am totally nude.
As I hand the man his coffee with a flirtatious wink, his cheeks redden, and he stammers his thanks. He’s the first of many to get an eyeful today. The news spreads like wildfire, and before long, the line outside stretches down the block. Men in suits, construction workers, college students – they’re all here for a taste of the new menu item at Blonde Brews: a naked barista. My heart races, my skin tingles with excitement. Maybe, just maybe, going completely nude will be the secret ingredient that takes my business to the next level. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, and I can’t wait to find out what delicious chaos will unfold.
I saunter back inside, my bare breasts bouncing with every step, and decide it’s time to give the indoor customers a taste of what’s to come. With a dramatic flair, I slowly remove my thong. The café goes silent except for the occasional muffled moan or whispered expletive. My body is a canvas of desire, and every eye in the room is a brushstroke, painting me with their lust.
My favorite customer
I lean over the counter, my breasts on full display, to serve you, my regular who visits every afternoon for your vanilla latte. Your eyes are glued to my chest, and I can see the bulge in your pants growing as you try to maintain eye contact. I lean closer, my breath warm against your ear. “Is there anything… extra… you’d like with that today?” I purr, my voice a siren’s call. Your response is a choked groan as you fumble with your wallet. Without a word, I sense your desire, and I know exactly what you want. I lead you to the back of the café, where a small private table has been set up. “Time for you to receive your customer rewards” I say dropping to my knees.
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