I work in a cafe and I have my fair share of "crush-tomers," that is customers I have crushes on. Every now and then, when the vibe is right, I'll be bold and flirt with customers I find attractive. Most of the time, it's all just good and innocent fun. Sometimes, however, I come across special cases. Names are changed to protect identities, but these stories are all true and some of my favorite memories from working where I do.

This encounter happened this past spring. Antonio is one of our regular customers, coming in about 4 to 5 times a week. He would arrive in the afternoon, order his coffee and a snack, and settle in at a desk and work away on his laptop. I've taken his order plenty of times before, and my opinion of him was fairly neutral—he was polite, funny, and easy-going. In terms of looks, he's not my usual type, a shorter middle-aged hispanic man standing at about 5'5" against my 5'9", but a great smile, bright eyes, a full head of thick, wavy salt and pepper hair, and a solid yellow gold wedding ring on his left hand.

When I first transferred in to this location, my conversations with Antonio would be strictly about his order. After a few weeks of getting used to the flow of this cafe, I started loosening up and chatting customers up casually, getting to know the regulars and familiarizing myself with them. Antonio would always express how appreciative he is for us and how we always make his coffee exactly how he likes it, regardless of how busy we get. I told him we appreciate his patience and business. Eventually, our conversations moved from polite, to friendly, and then friendlier.

Something you should know about cafe culture, actually food service culture as a whole, is that employees talk—We love idle gossip about our customers, sharing our conversations with them, passing along their life news, etc. Antonio's gossip really piqued my interest. My coworkers told me stories about how he allegedly was flirting with another barista before I transferred in. At some point, they may have even hooked up in the cafe restroom when that barista when on their lunch break. After that barista quit, Antonio stopped coming in for a few weeks, then eventually started coming back regularly again. Rumor had it that his wife busted him about his extracurricular activities, but again, this was all just talk and gossip.

But it was enough to grab my attention and get me feeling hot about him. So, I decided to find out for myself. The next times he came in, I amped up my flirting—smiling more, using a sweeter tone in my voice, brushing his hand a bit when I would take his cash or hand him his drink. Antonio was going for it, he matched my energy each time.

One day in March, the stars must have perfectly aligned for this encounter to happen. 5:00PM hits and he finishes up his work for the day, gathers his things and heads to the restroom—his typical routine before leaving to go home for the day. This time, he comes out of the restroom almost right away and tells the supervisor that the mens' restroom needs to be restocked. I was next in line to take my lunch break, so the supervisor asked me to take care of the restroom as my last task before clocking off for my break. This means restocking the hand towels, toilet paper, seat covers, giving it a sweep and mop, and wiping down the mirror. I agreed and went to go grab the supplies.

I felt Antonio's eyes follow me as I headed into the mens' restroom. As I'm in there fidgeting with the paper towel dispenser, Antonio walks in.

"Is it alright if I use the restroom while you're in here?"

"Sure thing, I won't really be in the way, just cleaning up in here a bit before I take my lunch break."

Antonio walks over to the urinal next to the sink and unzips his pants. I try not to come off as too eager, so I pretend to be focused on the towel dispenser. A minute passes and I still haven't looked over, but I suddenly realize that I don't hear Antonio taking a piss. At that point, I casually turn my body towards him, and he's completely facing me, looking me dead in the eye, stroking his cock hanging out of his pants.

"Man, my work has kept me so busy lately, it's hard not get stressed out."

It was like my body had a mind of its own. Next thing I knew, my hand reached out and grabbed his still-soft cock. It wasn't the biggest cock I've seen, but it was really thick. Not long after I grabbed it, he started getting really hard. His dick grew in my hand up to a solid 6 inches, but as thick as a soda can, his balls hanging low out of his pants.

"Well, we don't want you stressed out now, do we?" I tell him.

He smirks and nods his head towards the restroom stall. "We can be quick," he says with a wink.

I pull him by the cock into the stall. As soon as we lock the door, he's undoing his pants and pulling his member out from his boxer briefs. I drop to my knees and start sniffing his balls while stroking him. He leans against the wall, puts one hand behind my head, and the other hand taking his cock and slapping it against my face.

"God, I've been wanting you for a while. You're so fucking sexy behind that bar, you look so hot wearing that apron."

I start licking and kissing his balls, and he starts gently moaning, still being cautious and aware of anyone who might hear us outside the restroom. Then my tongue starts going up his hard, veiny shaft until I reach his big mushroom cock head. I swirl my tongue on it in circles and it's driving him up the wall. He's so horny, he starts dripping deliciously sweet and salty precum that I start lapping up.

"Oh... fuck... that's it... you want this dick don't you?"

"I want it so much. You taste so fucking good."

"C'mon man, do it. Suck me."

I do as I'm told and I take as much of him inside my mouth as I can. It definitely was a challenge opening up as wide as I could to get his beast of a cock in my hungry mouth, but I was so hot in the moment, I didn't care if I gagged or teared up. His dick slid inside me and he held my head down.

"Shhh, don't be too loud. Be a good little cocksucker and take it quietly. God, your throat feels so fucking good."

He started fucking my face, rocking in and out of my mouth. I was slobbering on his dick, trying to stifle my gags and moans as best I could. He eventually let go of my head and let me come up for some air. I wipe my tears while stroking his spit-covered cock. I look up at him and his face is so flush, he's got a look of pure lust on his face, his eyes looking down at me, telling me how much he needed and wanted this.

At this point, I decided to do something pretty bold. I grabbed his hand, looked at his wedding ring, looked up at him and started licking his fingers, taking it into my mouth and sucking it, giving special attention to his ring. Then I took his ring off and put it on my hand and kept stroking his dick with that same hand.

"Yeah, let me take care of this cock for you, Antonio. I bet I'm better than your wife, huh? She doesn't suck your dick like I do."

He leans back against the wall, eyes rolling into his head. "Mmm... fuck... keep going..." he whimpered.

I go back to sucking his dick, still while stroking it with my hand wearing his wedding ring. It felt so fucking right and hot. I felt powerful and sexy. That I was able to service a married man in public while I was at work. I caught my second wind and was sucking him with all my determination to get that load out of him.

"Fuck, Antonio, you're so fucking hot, give me that married man cum!"

"Keep sucking, I'm almost there! Fuck yeah, I'm gonna give it to you!"

A couple more strokes and Antonio goes to grab my head. This was it, he thrusts into me hard, holding my head while his cock jams down the back of my mouth into my throat, and I feel heat filling me up. He fucks my face some more as he's cumming into my mouth, sweat dripping from his forehead, his eyes looking right at me, him trying to to grunt loud but letting rough moans out with each shoot.

A moment later, he finishes and his body shakes. His beer can cock starts going soft in my mouth, making it easier for me to lick off any remaining drops of seed on it. He gets sensitive and tells me to stop. I tease him a bit more flicking my tongue on his head, then eventually stop.

Still on my knees in front of him, I look up at him and smile, face and mouth covered in spit and cum. "That was fun, wasn't it?" I smirk at him.

Antonio let out an exasperated laugh, "Oh yeah it was." He was getting himself back together quickly, stuffing his beast back into his underwear, tucking in his shirt, straightening up his tie.

"Thanks for the fun, I really needed that." He grabs my chin, leads me up off the ground and kisses me, our tongues wrestle for a moment before he breaks the kiss. "Hopefully it can happen again."

"Count on it."

I take his wedding ring off, grab his hand, and slide it back on him. "Don't forget this," I tell him coyly. I suck his fingers and lick his wedding ring one more time before letting go and leaving the restroom stall.

He washes up and exits to go home, and I finish cleaning and restocking the restroom then go to my lunch break. To this day, my coworkers never figured out what I did with Antonio in the cafe restroom. It also wasn't the last time I'd hook up with a customer.

Antonio still comes in, but not as often as he did before. He comes probably 1 to 2 times a week now, and we still flirt and give each other knowing looks. I've only sucked him off 2 more times since that first encounter, and we've never had penetrative sex, which is fine. I'm just enjoying the hookups and the fact that no one else knows I'm blowing a married man, and it's exhilarating.