I walk into a caffe and see a barista with large breasts standing behind the counter at a caffe. Her clothes are too tight and seem to be stretched to their limits. I approach the counter and she says “Hey, what can I get you?” in a sultry voice. I’d like a coffee, black. “Are you sure you don’t want any milk” She says while leaning over the counter, giving me a better view of her assets. I’m positive. Just coffee, black. She gets to the order. Watching her work, she struggles to be dexterous with her big breasts. She spills coffee on the counter. “I’m so sorry!” She says while trying to clean it up. It’s okay, accidents happen. As she stands up straight, some of the spilled coffee had absorbed into her uniform. The cooling liquid on her chest causes her nipples to become erect, and I can see them poking through the fabric of her shirt. I look away, trying not to be too obvious about it, and she finishes making my coffee. I pay and leave, trying not to stare at her incredible breasts as I walk out.
