The redwood counter had no staff behind it, and all the little tables were empty. Ok XXX The “wet floor” sign had been extended over the mopped floor and the lights in the food cabinet had been switched off. I could smell the coffee and hear the steamer of the milk. He lifted me slightly onto the table he’d cleared behind me. I was dripping wet. The silence of the room hung like sexual tension. Desperation had kicked in. I kissed him back. I could feel his growing erection pressed firmly against the tight fabric of my skirt. He was unwrapping me how a girl might pull the string on a Tiffany’s box.
