Part 1: the café owner

"Hey there, are you looking for a napkin?" Asked a black haired, blue eyed , very handsome man. My name is J.R. I am a twenty-nine-year-old lady. I used to enjoy routines, change stressed me out. It was Wednesday, according to the plan I got my coffee from my usual place but found out they redecorated it and moved things here and there. "Yes thank you", "I am Michael", I nodded carelessly while surrounding my cup with the napkin so I could handle the heat. "I see you around very often", "yeah, this is kind of my usual spot", "you want to stay for the coffee or ..", "I'm in a hurry" then I left him behind.

I worked as an architect but not a good one. As I previously mentioned I was a routine person I tended to take safe sides so I sucked at work because I used to go for the ordinary.

After my arrival at work, I sat on the chair sliding myself to the desk in front of me so it covered my lower half. I turned on the laptop, reached the Gmail to find a new email, a new assignment already. I was so angry that my boss threw me behind all the paper work even though I knew the reason, I knew he only kept me in his company was because he owed my father a favor. So, after a long day at work I decided to kill myself.

I decided to kill the character I was, the routine version of me. I head to the Café , looked around for anyone I could see an open door through. "You don't come here, later in the evening, it's Wednesday. Don't you have work tomorrow early?" I thought I heard that voice before so I turned to him. "Oh, you are the man from earlier today. Are you stalking me?", "no! Of course not! That would be creepy. I just see you a lot here so I kind of noticed your schedule.", "it is even more creepy that you hang out here that much!", "maybe. But also, it is my job you know", "are you a waiter here?", "something like that. The owner", "oh my god, I am so sorry.", "it's okay, I understand" he offered me a drink and then we sat on one of the tables, "so weird, I've been coming to this place for almost two years now and this is the first time for me to set on one of the tables", "not weird but maybe confusing, why haven't you?", "I usually have a plan, so I only come here to grab my coffee and go whether home, work or even to a friend", "you are so organized, I can tell" I smiled but then I asked "do you think I am boring?", "why would I think that?", "I mean, obviously you saw how much everything I do is on the clock and written down. Even the coffee time, I come here every week at the same times and I go the same way. I even was so mad this morning when everything was changed. The arrangement of the tables, the napkins, the decorations", "this doesn't mean you are boring. You are just so obsessed with control", "what? I am not!", "trust me, you are. You will never ever let anyone take control on you or otherwise, it flips you out!", "you are so judgmental! And wrong by the way!", "really? Prove it!", "well, get me a bottle of wine!" "wow! Are you sure?!", " yes I am!", then he asked a waiter to get the bottle, he opened it and was about to pour some into the glass when I snatches it out of his hand and said "no!" I drank directly from it, some of the wine drops fell on my white shirt they kept falling until it was pink instead. "See!", "this really surprised me! Good for you!", "no no I'm not done yet" then I pressed my lips against his own.

"Do you want to come over to my place? It's so close!" I nodded so he rode me to his house I was so dizzy that he had to put my arm around his neck and his own around my waist so I could make it to his apartment.

I took off my white shirt, and stood in the middle of his room with my beige floral bra and my skinny black skirt. I threw off my black heels as he was undressing himself until he was wearing nothing but his black underwear. He threw my body gently on the bed so my skin felt the silky blanket, his hand sneaked its way up to my thigh as he was kissing me. Making me sit up straight, unzipped my bra, took it off and let his hand feel the curve of my breasts reaching its dark brown peak. I slid my hand against his abs reaching his hard manhood letting my nails gently mess him up. He pushed the skinny skirt up, so his hands reached the strings of my thong to pull it off. He threw me on the bed again, took off his underwear letting his manipulative manhood rub against my lady spot and his manipulative hands massaging my breasts. My moans did nothing but made him go faster and faster until I was drowning in my own liquor so he pushed himself inside me and danced like a wave over my body until he filled my core with his Juice. Thinking it was over, but no, he put me under the blanket and joined me, started kissing me while his hands examining me and I let my hand examine him too. I felt the pleasure of him squeezing my nipples, playing with my stomach button, and rubbing my clitoris until I found myself sleeping on his wet bed.