As I’m a very naughty girl, yesterday I decided to pass by that cafe at lunchtime and see how the married guy was doing.

He was busy when I arrived, but seemed pleased to see me.

They had changed the format of the cafe and now featured a buffet. I opted for the spare ribs, and got some cheesy potatoes and veg soup too. It wasn’t the best meal I’ve ever had, but I wasn’t only there for the food.

I kept on noticing his small but pert butt in his jeans when he was cleaning tables nearby. Come on guys, there’s no harm in looking!

Later on he asked me how I was, and why he hadn’t seen me in a while. I was vague and mysterious, as appropriate.

As I’d been taking pics of the area earlier in the day, I was reviewing the pics on the LCD when he came back out and looked over my shoulder. He asked me to take one of him, so I did. (For his wife’s sake I won’t display it online, I’ll keep it for my personal trophy collection, lol.)

As soon as I’d paid him for my meal he was called round the back so I left without saying goodbye to him. I started walking back to work when I heard someone calling behind me. I stopped, turned around and saw him running towards me.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?” he asked.

“You’re married, I can’t.”

Puppy eyes.

“Look,” I said. “Like I said before, we can be mates, we can hang out, but nothing more than that.”

“Fine. See you around.” He turned around and walked away.

Written by PJ | Posted in Uncategorized

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