Coffee Culture

Cradling Corinne's still-twitching body in his arms, Reggie navigated through the various clusters of tables occupied by attractive female cafe patrons still oblivious of his actions. He chuckled inwardly to himself in that no one so much as glanced at the man carrying the drooling dark-haired teen as he continued towards the employees room at the back of the cafe.

Except the Auburn tressed MILF nibbling on the stem of her steel framed glasses in thought. Though, only for a moment before turning to type away on her laptop computer. As Reggie approached Corrine's dangling candy apple heeled foot managed to catch MILFY's half-caff-grande-whateverthefuck as they passed her table, spilling the steamy contents in the process.

Curious as to her reaction, Reggie paused briefly to watch the light brown liquid splash on her computer to quickly soak through the keys. The computer responded immediately with an electrical buzz followed by a small puff of smoke as the brownish liquid coated the table surface. The woman continued to type furiously on the now-dark screen as the sleeves of her expensive white blouse absorbed the spilt coffee steadily streaming across the table surface. She remained unaware as the relentless brown tide reached the table ledge to spill onto her matching white knee length business skirt and seep through her blouse to reveal intricately lace patterned bra cups with large dark nipples below.

Reggie raised an eyebrow as she suddenly paused to squint sea blue eyes at the blank screen before her. Still squinting at the computer, she resumed typing with her left hand while sloshing about over the damp table surface with her right in search of her toppled coffee. She patted about the table with her searching hand, serving to splash more of the spilt beverage to thoroughly drench her once pristine professional attire, before locating the container and bringing it to her red-painted lips for a much needed caffeine boost. Reggie noticed her manicured brows knit in confusion as she upended the cup to find it empty.

She loosed a sigh before perching her glasses on delicate nose and standing to fetch a refill. As she stood, she seemed to paused briefly to examine her outfit. Frowning prettily, she plucked an errant strand of loose hair from her blouse to flick between red lacquered nails in disgust. She then smoothed the front of coffee stained skirt and blouse to a sickening sloshing sound before grabbing her curiously empty cup. The soiled MILF graced Reggie with a polite 'excuse me' and slight smile as she headed for the cashier counter to get her refill.

"No, excuse Me...", Reggie responded with a sly smile.

-tickle-

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Tiffany Chambers nibbled the end of her glasses in nervous frustration as her nimble fingers danced along the keyboard of her laptop computer.

'C'mon dammit...", Tiffany muttered aloud, crossing red painted fingers for luck as she again clicked OK on the screen for the god-fucking-knows how many-ith time.

She had been trying to establish a remote connection for an important video conference for the past half hour and her goddamn office IT STILL couldn't figure it out.

She briefly wondered what the fuck she was paying those idiots for.

Tiffany wasn't sure why she was teleconferencing in the first place. She always stressed the importance of face to face communications with clients to her staff, and here she was breaking her own cardinal rule. She had even worn her favorite deal-maker outfit of fitted white silk blouse and matching skirt to seal the deal. She was well aware of how the liquid material molded to her impressive bust and sculpted rear to highlight her two best features.

"And besides", she thought to herself while reaching for her designer purse to freshen tastefully applied makeup. She noticed the damned hourglass continued to spin on screen with the flashing text -CONNECTING-. "Mr. Fredrick was a pretty easy mark", she smiled internally while puckering freshly painted lips. Tiffany knew Michael's preference for professionally styled women and planned to exploit this weakness to her advantage during the contract negotiations. "A couple strategically loosed buttons coupled with a slightly daring hemline, by office standards, and the schmuck would sign anything she put in front of him.

But for some reason she couldn't make the meeting in person, even though her office was literally RIGHT upstairs.

It was odd though. Whenever she tried to rationalize the decision to leave the cafe and get to her meeting, her thoughts seemed to drift off. To be replaced by a warm, not unpleasant sensation, in her mind.

And womanhood.

-CONNECTION FAILED-

"MOTHER Fu....", she almost screamed in frustration, again breaking her from the wonderfully gooey sensations permeating mind and netherlips. She quickly looked about to see if anyone noticed her unprofessional outburst. Thankfully, all the other women in the cafe seemed to be preoccupied and paid her no notice.

"All other women...?", she curiously thought to herself as she again took a moment to survey the surroundings. "Other than the nondescript young man speaking to that Far Oaks senior in the booth, Corrine she thought her name was, everyone else in the coffee house appeared to be young or middle age women", her brow furrowed slightly as if something seemed off. "And, rather attractive...", she mused before once again feeling that now-familiar rising tide of warmth escalate through her body.

Shivering pleasantly, Tiffany leaked a soft groan as her slender arms wrapped her tummy in attempt to ebb the sensual feelings tickling her pussy.

"What was I just thinking about...?", she whispered to herself. Tiffany reached a delicate hand to her temple, careful not to touch her professionally styled coif. Her normally shoulder length tresses were currently fashioned into an elaborate updo, pinned atop her head in a process that took over 2 hours in a salon chair. For that amount of **** alone, she felt she was OWED this deal as some form of personal compensation.

-Tickle-

"Oh, right...", attempting to regain her train of thought, Tiffany directed her attention back to the booth with the high-schooler and rather ordinary young man. She noticed the booth was currently unoccupied, and the young man was carrying Corrine in her direction. She knew Corrine, or more appropriately 'of' Corrine through her own daughter.

Her daughter Vanessa was also a senior at Fair Oaks, and Miss Corrine Hadensford was practically LEGENDARY among the student body. It was admittedly difficult trying to juggle raising a high school senior and a successful career as a single mother, but when every attempt at discipline is met with 'we'll Corrine's parents let her do what she wants', Tiffany had to resort to some tough love.

Venessa had really **** her hand after Tiffany had caught her sexting provocative photos to her boyfriend and she admittedly snapped when Venessa went to her standard Corrine comparison rebuttle. She sentenced her daughter to a week of grounding and loss of phone and car privelidges. Tiffany still flinched recalling the steady tirade of 'I HATE you' and 'you don't know ANYTHING about me' as her daughter slammed the bedroom door. Venessa's gentle sobbing through the night broke her heart.

-Tickle-

"Maybe I DON'T know anything about her...", Tiffany thought as the young man continued his approach, passed out Teen Queen in arms. "She's eighteen now", Tiffany mused as the odd young man passed her table. She noticed Corinne briefly shudder, her coltish legs kicking as they hovered over her table. "...and exploring your sexuality is.... healthy", Tiffany logicised while again typing in her password credentials on her now dark computer screen. She failed to notice the small puff of white smoke rising from her keyboard as anything 'out of the ordinary'.

"Maybe I have forgotten what it's like to be a teenager...", Tiffany frowned in thought. Eyes glued to the blank computer screen for some sign of activity, she groped about with her right hand for a much needed caffeine refresh. "If I try to be more like Venessa....", Tiffany continued to fumble about the table for her cup, not wanting to take her eyes of the computer for fear of missing an important prompt. "...I could maybe understand her sexual needs..", Tiffany smiled to herself in revelation before questioning the warm dampness growing beneath her arms resting on the table top.

"I remember seeing some texts about blow jobs when I confiscated her phone...", the gears in her mind continued to shift, redefining her current mother daughter relationship. Tiffany's questing fingers finally located the elusive coffee cup and she brought it to her lips for a sip.

Only to find it empty.

She briefly thought it odd that the warm wet sensation beneath her arms had now spread to her chest and groin. "I could teach her how to give the BEST blowjobs!", Tiffany though with an epiphany, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She placed the now empty cup upright and rose from the table on her 4 inch satin heels, careful not to add any wrinkles to her immaculate office attire.

"But I haven't given head in AGES, I'll definitely need to sharpen my skills...", she gave herself a quick visual inspection to check if anything was out of place, and noticed one of Remington's hairs on her otherwise spotless white blouse. "But after I get back in practice....", she grimaced while removing the offending strand of dog hair before flicking it away in disgust. "Venessa and I will be, like, BESTIES!", she smiled broadly with undisguised glee at her plan to mend her strained mother daughter relationship.

Nodding with renewed determination, Tiffany pulled her blouse taught and adjusted her slim skirt. She grabbed her coffee cup off the table, briefly wondering why her hands felt wet, and headed to the counter for a refill. On the way, she passed the EXTREMELY handsome young man, still coddling a cooing Corrine in strong arms.

Work could wait Tiffany concluded. Right now, her troubled relationship with her teen daughter was MUCH more important!

"Excuse me...", Tiffany smiled politely towards the gorgeous young man.

"No, excuse me", he responded. Her pussy immediately gushed at the sound of his voice as she wobbled slightly on suddenly weak knees and spiked heels.

"But I wonder if you'd consider assisting me with some......", Tiffany breathed. She raised her right hand to fan the crimsoning flesh of heated neck. With a heavy swallow, she leaned forward to purr in his ear.

"Practisssss", Tiffany hissed, dropping to her knees before waiting for his response.