Borrowed for the Holidays
I was lucky enough to be the barista who took his order, the rush had just ended and he walked in with a pair of sunglasses looking at the glaring screen of his phone reflected in a white sliver across the edge of the frames. His attention was glued to a Reddit page and he didn't look up when he ordered. This was something I was used to in California. Especially Los Angeles.
"Yeah, can I get a medium hot latte with oat milk and vanilla." No eye contact as I took the order. He actually laughed at something as I tapped the adjustments into the screen and he paid. As I made his coffee, my coworkers were distracted enough with the drive thru orders that they didn't notice me pull out a small swirling vial and pour it into the latte.
"For Shayne." I pushed the cup across the counter and watching him as I cleaned up behind the bar. He drank it with his phone in hand, occasionally looking up only for me to dart my eyes out of view to keep from looking guilty. It didn’t take long for him to clutch his stomach, the fabric curling around his fingers as he rushed into the bathroom. I undid my apron, signaling to my coworker with a customer blaring through the headset that I was stepping away.
I let the door close behind me and I could only see one pair of feet underneath the stall openings. I slowly crept towards the door and pushed it open, the plastic tapping him in knee. The sliver of the opening gave me just enough space to poke my head in. Shayne was passed out and leaning against the side wall of the stall with drool dripping from his mouth. His glasses were pushed up his head and his eyes were wide open and white, reflecting the sterile environment of the bathroom as I slowly closed the door again.
The rest of my shift went normally, returning to the last customers with a huff. Once the last of them cleared out, picking up there order with minimal eye contact, my attention shifted to the bathroom.
"Stay warm out there." Was the last thing my co-worker said as she walked out the door and sealed myself in the store by twisting the lock behind her. Turning around, I looked at the bathroom door where behind it Shayne was still passed out in the stall, a small pool of drool forming where it was dripping from the side of his mouth.
I managed to get the door out of the way, snaking my hand inside and pushing his leg to give me enough room to barely squeeze through. My hand accidentally slipped up his thigh and making my heart skip a beat. His body slumped even further towards me and I was able to catch him by the shoulder, my fingers pushing his firm pecs until he was balanced again.
This situation had been planned the moment Shayne started stopping by the café before filming. Early morning coffees and mid-day fuel ups combined with my husband’s infatuation with the YouTube comedian all hatching into a plan for the holidays. Reddit stories and all. It was enough of a crush that he told me some of his fantasies and now here I was standing above his passed out body.
I felt a rush of adrenaline pulse through me as I ducked my head down. With a deep breath I inhaled his musky scent and pushed my head against his warm abdomen. His body tensed and quivered as I slid my hands inside, my fingers reaching as deep as possible to pull me in. Shayne's breath caught, then escaped in a low moan as I pulled myself deeper inside his body, his chest expanding and contracting around me as I wriggled into his hot, tight form. His lips parted with a gasp when my legs disappeared. Each of my limbs found his, melding together in perfect union, and I felt his body become mine as I rose from the toilet, feeling his weight become my own. In the mirror, I admired our reflection as his shirt settled back into place.
"Yeah, I can really see why he likes this." I was suddenly distracted by posing to myself, watching my biceps pump and my chest tighten. I stuck my fingers up my shirt and felt his abs become stone hard with a flex as my cock throbbed. Too far too fast. I had to balance myself as the pleasure prickled up the back of my spine threatening to kick me out. I picked up whatever evidence I had left behind and locked up shop as a new man.
At home, I wrote a note and left it on the counter. Each stroke detailing the instructions for my husband barely contained my excitement. His task was simple: simply put on the Santa hat and cover his eyes with it, and if he felt inclined, I pulled out his favorite bottle of wine.
While I waited for him to come home, I decided I would explore a bit. Taking a shower in a new body was one of my favorite sensations and as the warm water cascaded down my body I ran my fingers over the firm muscles I was controlling. My cock had remained hard since I locked up the café, the sensations of moving with Shayne's were surreal. The sensations were so individual that even a subtle breeze would prickle up my arm and cause goosebumps. I was careful not to stroke it too many times, only able to really feel the weight as it seemed to grow as I shook it. I was panting as I twisted the water off, "I have to save you for later."
After wiping away the condensation dripping down the mirror, I slipped his clothes back on except for the shirt. I left that to the side and bounced my pecs in the reflection before turning towards the sound of the front door unlocking and opening.
"Hey! I'm home." I heard a chuckle coming from the living room. He found the note.
"I don't know what game you're playing, but this better not be something crazy." He laughed again as he slipped the hat on over his eyes. I peered out through the door and saw that he had poured himself a glass of his favorite Chardonnay, glinting in the stemless wine glass and shoveled a spoon into a pint of ice cream. Signs of a rough day at work. Not to fear, however, as I knew this surprise would turn his day around.
"Is that you?" He felt the heat from my body as I got closer.
"Yes." I whispered.
"What's wrong with your voice?" The spoonful of ice cream made his words rounder as they left his mouth. His lips curled upwards as I stepped closer. The heat increasing with proximity.
"You better not do anything to me." His voice was lower, more enticing. It's like he knew what I had done. I let out an excited giggle as soon as I got close enough to smell the mint ice cream and he flinched with his hand coming up to shield him.
"You can take it off now." I whispered and he reached up, gently pinching the edge of the fur to peek his eye out. At first he was in shock, not entirely sure why Shayne was standing in front of him, shirtless and obviously turned on.
"I'm confused." He dropped the hat down next to the ice cream and pushed his chair back. His fingertips twitched, resisting the growing urge to reach out at touch.
"It's me in here. Thought you might want a nice surprise." I bounced my pecs, concentrating on the muscles tensing and then I held out my arms like I was on display. Spinning, I felt his eyes travel down to my ass tightly stuffed into the jeans.
"Can I?" He asked delicately as I spun around to face him. I stepped back slowly, curling my finger and inviting him to me.
"Come and get me." I undid my buckle as I walked back to the bedroom and just before I crossed the threshold I hooked my thumb inside my waistbands and pushed down until I was stepping out of my clothes. I turned, kicking them away and ensuring he got a good look at my tight ass before disappearing into the room.
In the bedroom, I guided his hand to my chest, his touch sending streams of fire along my skin as I dragged it down my body. His fingers traced the ridges of my abs, which I flexed beneath his touch, savoring the way his eyes darkened with desire. His hard length pressed against me, sending shivers down my spine. The hesitation melted away as our bodies connected, my nerve endings filled with brand new sensations. He pulled me down with sudden hunger, our gentle kisses evolving into something primal and desperate. I reached for protection, rolling it over my throbbing cock with a deliberate slowness, almost as if I was taunting him. A moan escaped my lips as I positioned myself between his thighs, watching his face transform with pleasure as I eased into him. The tight heat enveloped me, his body yielding with a soft gasp that made my pulse quicken. Power surged through me as I established a rhythm, mesmerized by the flexing of muscles across my chest and arms with each thrust. His cock lay heavy against his stomach, leaking as he stroked himself in time with my movements.
"You're so fucking hot," he breathed, his voice breaking as I filled him completely. I displayed my strength, lifting his legs higher, driving deeper into the slick heat of him. The pressure built at the base of my spine, coiling tighter until I sprung forward with a grunt, pleasure crashing through me in waves that left me gasping. Withdrawing slowly, I lowered his legs before crawling down his body, taking him into my mouth, tasting his arousal on my tongue. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as I worshipped him with my lips and tongue until he tensed, flooding my mouth with his release. I swallowed around him, feeling him pulse against the back of my throat, drawing out every last shudder. After, I lay beside him, our bodies slick with sweat, the taste of him still on my lips as I smiled in satisfied exhaustion.
"I love it when you take over guys - but this one really takes it." His hand was playing with my pecs, cupping them and squeezing them. I was really enjoying how they felt, like they were my personal toys.
"Maybe I'll spend more time in this one than the others." I bit my lip, the thought of enjoying this body a little longer making my cock twitch.
"That sounds good to me."
"Just so you know this is your early Christmas present - this takes a lot out of me." I bit my lip, thinking about how we would enjoy him together.
"Then let's not waste another second." My husband climbed on top of me, leaning down to make out and using his Christmas present just the way I thought he was going to.








