Up and Coming Barista [pt 2]

Friday, my 5th day on the job. Today, it was only Selah and I. Ever since walking in on them on Monday, its been a little challenging to maintain eye contact either lady. I mean, I blush, and I want to avoid doing that every time they look at me. And it's been nearly a week, But... I keep replaying it in my mind. I keep imagining what it would be like to be a part of that action... with them, being ducked by them... I've never been with another female... but apparently the idea makes me wet... Very wet. And it's hard not to wiggle about and want to touch myself when I feel that way.

The day seemed to be rotating from mocha to latte, and rarely anything else. It gets a little boring making the same drinks over and over again. But alas, I still need the practice.

My break consisted of a deep sigh and slinking down into the comfy break room couch with and ice water. My skirt moved as a sat down.. I didn't mind.. The cold leather against my thighs and cheeks felt pleasant.

A few minutes passed, and I heard Selah laughing with a customer... or so I thought. Then I heard talking and a sweet, pleasurable sound. I looked up from my book and slid over to the corner to the couch, peeking around the side of the door...

There I saw Selah, her knee up against the wall, moving a bit. On it, pinned on her back against the wall, was Opal. She stood, whilst Selah held her hands by the wrists above her head, and let opal grind against her knee, both girls moving in a familiar rhythm...

"You couldn't wait one more hour, is that right? You have to make some God awful excuse to come in here and distract me because your little nymphatic ass just haaaasss to be fucked, right.... now?" One of Selahs hands trailed down to her best friend's braless white t-shirt, gently pinching and groping and rubbing each tit. Opal rubbed her clit even more on Selahs leg. Both were wearing jeans that fit them snugly and must have added just the right amount of friction to things...

Opals eyes closed as she made little noises, their foreheads lightly touching one another. Selahs hand sunk down, unbuttoning opals jeans and sliding down, poised to make firm contact with that wildly wet pussy... I could almost see it throbbing from the other room... this was somehow. A million times better than every thought of them I had had all week...

Slowly, opal's head turned. Her eyes opened. "SELAH." She said. Selah paused and looked the same direction. My heart stopped for a second and I panicked. I had become waaay too turned on with what I was seeing and had let my own hand wander down, squeezing my nipples a little. FUCK. I sat up straight and scooted to the other end of the couch where they couldnt see me. .

"I am SO SORRY." I sputtered. Where's the emergency exit? Can i reach my purse from here? Can I be arrested for being such a freaking perv? I mean, I just spied on my boss. Both bosses.