After hours

Leah stood behind the café counter, her hands moving with practiced ease as she wiped down the bar and cleaned glasses. She smiled at the regulars, looking like the same sweet, soft-spoken girl everyone knew—a polite, approachable presence with a slight air of mystery. Her simple white blouse and blue skirt clung modestly to her body, but underneath the neat appearance, her mind was wandering far from the job at hand.

Her thoughts kept drifting to recent memories. She couldn’t believe the things she had done since meeting Jack—things that the old Leah would’ve been too shy to even imagine. Now, though? She smiled more, flirted more, and let that playful, daring side of her out in ways she never thought possible. Especially with him.

“Leah, could you top me off when you have a moment?” one of the regulars called, bringing her back to the present.

“Oh, right away!” Leah snapped to attention, reaching for the coffee pot. As she poured the refill, she smiled sweetly. “Here you go, Mr. Thompson. Anything else?”

“No, that’s perfect, thanks. You’re always so attentive,” he replied.

Leah’s cheeks warmed slightly, though it wasn’t from his compliment. If only he knew what was really on her mind. She couldn’t help but chew on her lips, her fingers trailing absentmindedly over the coffee machine as she daydreamed. The memory of that Sunday night at Jack’s apartment played on repeat. She'd managed to really connect with these two beautiful, intimidating women, who she would normally just have looked up to from a distance. And she had felt so powerful, so sexy, the way she kept giving Jack little peeks at her favorite thong, teasing him alongside Rachel and Veronica. Oh—the way he had looked at her, his glances lingering just a little too long... She wanted that attention from him all the time.

Another customer stepped up, and Leah quickly switched gears, smiling as she took their order. “One cappuccino coming right up!”

As she worked, her thoughts slipped back to Jack again. She could barely contain the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth as she remembered the strip-tease video she had made for him. Oh, God, that video. The thrill of it had sent shivers through her—recording that in the back of the café, no less. And when Jack’s reply came in, his words dripping with approval, it had left her breathless. She still shivered just thinking about it.

Leah smiled as she handed a next customer his coffee, letting her fingers brush his just a second longer than necessary. “Thanks,” he said, his gaze curiously lingering on her before turning around. Her heart fluttered, imagining teasing him like she had teased Jack. What would it be like if she could be as bold here as she had been on Sunday? If she could flirt and tease with customers, flash them glimpses of her body, drive them wild with little provocations. She imagined herself leaning over the bar, her blouse just unbuttoned enough to hint at a skimpy bra underneath—no, no bra at all, to really drive them wild. She smirked to herself, suppressing a naughty giggle.

“Hey, Leah! Everything alright?” another regular asked, noticing her distracted expression.

“Oh, yeah! Sorry about that,” Leah replied, quickly pouring the cappuccino and handing it over with a sheepish smile. Focus, Leah, she thought, shaking her head again. But it was hard. Every time she did, another fantasy would sneak in.

The café had started to quiet down as the late afternoon sun filtered through the windows. The last few customers were finishing their drinks, and Leah’s shift was almost over. But instead of thinking about heading home, her mind wandered back to Jack’s latest request. He’d asked if he could use the café after hours for a business meeting. Of course, she’d said she’d think about it—but really, she already knew she’d say yes. She liked doing things for him. When Jack was happy with her, she felt really good. More than good—she felt alive, confident, sexy.

Leah bit her lip, feeling a flush of excitement run through her. Maybe after the meeting, she could do something daring. She imagined herself at the Nuvola Palace job, wearing something far more revealing than her modest café uniform. A sexy little number that would **** Jack to take notice. Wouldn’t that be fun? She pictured him stealing glances at her, wanting her, unable to resist the little provocations she threw his way. She slowly felt her body heat up, her breath catching in her throat. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be able to stand it. What if he really couldn't resist? Maybe he’d have to... do something about it.

Leah began idly rubbing her thighs together as the fantasy grew more vivid. The idea of Jack acting on his desire, of him giving in to the flirtation she would lay on him, him making her follow through... she felt another delicious tingle run up her spine. It would be my fault, I would deserve it, she thought with a delightful thrill. For being such a cock-tease. She imagined Jack losing control, of finally taking what she’d been offering. Grabbing her with his powerful hands, ripping off her skimpy clothes. Telling her he's had enough, that she has to deal with the consequences now.

She reluctantly moved to wipe down a table, her gaze drifting toward the hidden corner of the café, the one spot invisible from the outside. The same spot where, late one other night after closing, she’d dared to touch herself before, under her clothes. Maybe I should do that again, she thought with a surge of boldness. She could feel her pussy getting wetter under her skirt, her body responding to the mischievous idea.

As the last customer stood up to leave, Leah waved politely. “Thanks for coming! Have a great night!” She almost hurried to flip the sign to "Closed" and lock the door behind him, the click of the lock sending a thrill of anticipation through her.

The café was quiet, finally, empty now except for her. Leah folded her apron, her hands trembling slightly as she placed it on the bar. The heat between her legs was getting impossible to ignore, and she knew exactly what she wanted to do. She hurried to her corner, her breath quickening as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. She couldn't help but imagine someone watching her, the look in their eyes as she exposed more of herself, the embarrassed excitement of knowing someone else could be enjoying this just as much as she was.

In a lustful haze, Leah slipped her blouse off her shoulders, exposing her bare chest. She had decided not to wear underwear today, another secret dare she had given herself. The cool air of the café kissed her skin, but it did nothing to ease the burning heat inside her. She leaned back in the booth as she impatiently tugged up her skirt, her heart racing as she revealed her bare, soaked sex. She loved the thrill of being so wet and exposed, so hot and dirty, right here in her own café.

Without even thinking, she grabbed her phone. Her fingers moved quickly, almost on autopilot, as she opened the camera. She aimed the lens down at her body, capturing the sight of her bare breasts, skirt pulled up, legs spread to reveal just how needy she was. He should see this. The thought hit her like a lightning bolt, and before she could second-guess herself, Leah snapped the picture. The image was raw, explicit, and it made her heart pound in her chest.

She opened her messages, her hands trembling, and sent the photo to Jack. There was no turning back now. She imagined him seeing it, imagined him looking at her naked body, his eyes dark with lust. The thought alone sent a wave of pleasure crashing over her. Leah’s free hand finally dipped between her legs, finding the slick heat waiting there, and she couldn’t hold back anymore.

Her fingers moved in rhythm with the pulse of her desire, her mind consumed by the image of Jack seeing what she was doing for him, knowing exactly what she wanted from him. She imagined him responding, imagined him telling her how good she looked, how much he liked it. The fantasy grew more vivid with every passing second—Jack’s hands on her body, his lips against her skin, his voice in her ear, telling her what a good little slut she was for him.

The sensation built quickly, and Leah’s breath hitched as she felt herself teetering on the edge. Her thumb swiped across the screen of her phone, opening the photo she’d just sent, and seeing it again—the horny, needy image of herself sent to Jack—was enough to push her over. A sharp, **** moan escaped her lips as her body tensed, her orgasm ripping through her with all the intensity she had been craving.

Her knees buckled, and she clung to the edge of the table for support as the waves of pleasure rolled through her. For a moment, she was lost in it, her body trembling with the **** of her release. Jack’s name slipped from her lips in a breathless whisper, her mind filled with nothing but the thought of him, of how good it would feel to be with him, to give herself to him completely.

When the pleasure finally began to subside, Leah blinked, her vision slowly clearing. Reality came crashing back, and she realized what she’d done. Her phone was in her hand, the explicit selfie on the screen staring back at her. Her face flushed crimson as she quickly deleted the picture from her gallery, but the damage was done. Jack had already received it—there was no taking it back.

Her body was still lightly shaking as she stood up, her heart pounding in her chest. She glanced around the café, suddenly hyperaware of how exposed she was. Her clothes were scattered around her, her blouse discarded on the floor, her skirt still hiked up around her hips. Leah blushed furiously as she hurried to straighten herself out, her hands trembling as she pulled her skirt down and slipped her blouse back on.

As she cleaned up after herself, Leah’s heart pounded in her chest. She couldn’t believe what she had just done—sending such a perverted picture to Jack, touching herself like that in the café. But at the same time, it felt so right. She needed him to see her like that. She wanted him to know how much she desired him. This was the real her, Leah thought—the confident, teasing girl who wasn’t afraid to show off her body, to embrace her sexuality. That’s who she wanted to be all the time, not even just around Jack, but with everyone. She wanted to feel that powerful, that desired, every moment of the day.

Her cheeks burned as she thought about what Jack must be thinking now. Does he think I’m a slut? The thought sent a little thrill through her, making her feel bold, even as embarrassment washed over her. I hope he knows I did it for him.

She knew she would be thinking about this moment for the rest of the day—and wondering how Jack would respond.

And she did. Leah’s mind was still on it when she was making herself dinner, back home, replaying her naughty afternoon over and over. Each time, it felt more surreal. The image was burned into her thoughts: her horny expression, pointy nipples, skirt pulled up to reveal her hungry snatch—all captured in a single, daring selfie.

As she sat down with her plate, Leah glanced nervously at her phone. Jack hadn’t replied yet. Did I go too far? She bit her lip, her mind spinning with a mix of excitement and worry. But then again, Jack had never judged her for anything she’d done so far. In fact, he seemed to enjoy every little flirtation, every bold move she made. She imagined Jack's reaction, smiling at the sight of her naked body. Surely, he’ll like this too.

Leah sighed as she chewed through her pasta, her mind stuck in an almost obsessive loop. She had never felt anything like this before—the constant need, the desire to push her boundaries, to be sexy, to see how far she could go. It was intoxicating, and the more she thought about Jack, the more she wanted him. Not just his attention, but his approval—no, his touch. She wanted to be the girl he couldn’t resist, the one who drove him crazy with desire, the one he just had to feel, grab, squeeze...

Her phone buzzed on the counter, and Leah’s heart leapt into her throat. She quickly grabbed it, her hands shaking slightly as she unlocked the screen. Yes. A message from Jack popped up, and Leah’s stomach flipped with excitement.

“Wow, naughty girl,” the message read, followed by a heart-eyes emoji. “You look hot, I like it. What a nice surprise. Can’t wait to see more...”

Leah’s cheeks flushed bright red as she read the message, two, three times. He liked it. He thought she looked hot. He wanted more. A wave of relief washed over her, followed by a surge of pride. She couldn’t help but smile to herself.

Her body buzzed with excitement as she typed the boldest reply she could think of: “There’s plenty more where that came from. ;)” She hit send before she could second-guess herself, her heart still racing. The adrenaline was intoxicating, and knowing Jack had approved of her adventure sent another rush of heat through her body.

As she cleaned up after dinner, she imagined what she could do next, what she had meant with "plenty more". The more she gave him, the further she wanted to push herself. After throwing her empty plate in the sink, she skipped over to her bedroom, her thoughts swirling with lewd fantasies. She couldn’t wait to see Jack, couldn’t wait to show him just how far she was willing to go.

But first, she needed to cum again.