Coffee with Sexy Batchmate

It was a Wednesday morning, and I was having breakfast with Sexy Batchmate, real name Anton, at The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf in Greenbelt 3.

I ordered Eggs Benedict while he had a blueberry bagel.

Body language-wise, it seemed to me Anton was offering himself up as a side dish to my eggs.

He kept slowly opening and closing his legs, his crotch slightly thrusted towards me.

We were doing inane small talk with hints of sexual innuendos in between.

It amused me to see how flustered he was whenever I dealt out some witty sexy lines designed to make him hard:

"Would you like a taste of my eggs?"

"I love how you eat around the bagel's hole."

He would laugh, softly, as if he wanted to hide how humurous he found such jokes. The boy was obviously trying to be pa-discreet.

Later on, I got more aggressive, asking him:

"If you were a dessert, how would you like to be eaten?"

He smirked, rubbed his nose, and then answered, "With your hands. And trust me, you're going to need both hands to eat me."

Ha! The boy had chutzpah.

I stood up, "If we leave now, we can be in my condo in ten minutes."

He smiled, and like an obedient dog, followed me out of the coffee shop.

To be continued...