A local barista

Trying to shut out his sister's arousal, Tom dressed, wolfed down his breakfast and set off for school. He was wondering who to try using his powers on first, when a familiar coffee shop caught his eye. He, Gregg and Hasib would often hang out there - the coffee was nice, the building was always warm, and the view was lovely. Not through the window - the buildings in that part of town were 60's monstrosities. No, the best part of the 'Hot Pot' was Valentina.

A bell jingled as Tom pushed the door open, and he inhaled the tempting scent of ground coffee. Behind the counter, working on the till, was the object of his desires. Valentina was a gorgeous Latina girl, surely no more than twenty. Her makeup was always flawless, so her lips glistened and her eyes smouldered at everyone who walked in. However, the thing that had always drawn Thomas's eyes was her mountainous chest. Her green shirt was unbuttoned to the peak of her curves, affording customers a stunning view of her cleavage. As a result, the tip jar was always full.

"What can I get you, stud?" Valentina's enticing smile was familiar to Tom. She knew her looks made her money, and he had no doubt that she enjoyed teasing the many horny guys who frequented the café - leading them on, with no intention of ever starting something real. Tom's lips twitched in a smile; this encounter would go rather differently.

"I like the look of a hot little cappuccino," smiled Tom easily, running his eyes up her body, and pushing a pulse of arousal onto the barista.

Valentina swallowed, eyes flicking over his muscled body. "Coming right up!" she giggled, a little shakily.

Tom took a seat at the corner table adjacent to the counter, so he could watch the Latina from side-on as she bent over the coffee machine. Sensing his eyes on her, she cast him a flirtatious smile, before turning back to her work, her chest heaving finding that every time she looked at the man her arousal spiked. Pouring some cold water into a metal cup, she took it in her hand. Her tan skin began to glow orange, lit by a light from somewhere inside, and the water began to steam within seconds. The glowing heat of her hands was so strong, one could make out the silhouettes of bones and even veins under her skin. Valentina made eye contact with Tom once again, then looked away, smiling to herself.

Finally she finished his coffee, and crossed the few steps to deliver it to him, the sway of her hips obvious under her tight black skirt.

"Here you are sir," she said, bending at the hip to place a cup on his table, affording him a stunning view of her rack as she did so. She felt her pussy growing damp at how blatantly she was showing herself off to this man. Not that it was unusual for her to flaunt her body - but this time, there was a gnawing desire inside her that demanded more. "Is there... anything else I can get you, sir?"

"Maybe in a minute," he replied coolly, lifting the cup. "Thanks."

Valentina went back to standing behind the counter, trying to resist the growing urge to touch herself. Every time she looked at the man, she instantly regretted it, as a pulse of desire hit her each time. She didn't know why he was affecting her this way - was it his quiet confidence? His relaxed but ever-so-charming smile? His gorgeous body?

It was a quiet morning, and - to her dismay and thrill - the other few customers soon left for work or school, leaving her alone with the man. She tried to distract herself with her phone, but she barely registered what was on the screen. She could heat herself to a thousand degrees without sweating, yet today she felt so fucking hot. She undid another button on her shirt, sighing as her breasts were able to expand a little. All she could think about was the feeling of his blue eyes on her - and a few more raunchy imaginings...

Eventually she couldn't hold back any longer, and strode over to him. "How was your coffee, sir?"

Tom looked up at the babe, her hands clutched over her crotch such that her arms pushed her big cushions together.

"Very nice, thank you," he replied, feasting his eyes on her gorgeous, flustered face, as he slid over the coins to pay. "I'm afraid I don't have enough for a tip. Is there... any other way I can pay?"

"I'm sure that can be arranged," breathed Valentina. Suddenly, she bent down and kissed him passionately, taking his head in her hands as she hungrily devoured his mouth. Her lips were soft and moist on his, her tongue hot and slippery as it tangled with his. Tom wrapped his arms around her waist, and guided her into his lap, their mouths never breaking contact. Tom could feel how incredibly turned-on this woman was - by the feeling of her stockings on his rough jeans, his hands sliding up her back beneath her shirt... every square nanometre of contact between them feeding her arousal. He began to slide his hands round to her chest, and Valentina immediately broke their kiss, hurrying to undo the rest of her shirt. She grabbed his hands and shoved them into her tits, groaning with relief at the fireworks exploding under her skin when he gently squeezed them. Her body was feverishly hot against Tom's skin, her eyes faintly glowing as she stared at him, wild and ravenous.

"I need you inside me," she growled, licking her lips. Tom felt one leg of his jeans soaking through, from the sodden panties resting on it.