The
Waitress
Karen
wiped the sweat from her brow, and touched the pencil to the
pad. The idiots
sitting at the booth could not make up their mind, and she
was getting
really impatient.
"Um," the guy said. "I'm not quite... sure." He let the last word
escape
from his lips
as if he couldn't decide whether or not he should even say it.
Karen had to manually force herself to prevent her foot from tapping
against the
hard tile floor. She rubbed her palms on her apron, as the 90
degree sweltering
heat made her uncomfortable. The airconditioning was
on the blink
again, and every time she walked to the kitchen it was like
walking
through hell.
Finally, the guy ordered, and she scribbled it down hurriedly, and went
to fill another
customer's coffee cup. Two waitresses short, unbearable
heat, and a
lecherous boss were really weighing down on her. The sweat
from her neck
had fallen down her chest between her breasts, half tickling
and half itching.
She dare not scratch, for fear that her boss would make
some comment
about health or something of a sexual nature. She cringed
at the thought.
The polyester uniform began to cling to her skin, the sweat acting like
glue.
As she walked, she felt her panties cling uncomfortably to the folds
between her
legs. Still, she doggedly did her work.
Her manager pulled her aside, and told her that her tables were being
taken care of.
He wanted her to train a new waiter, and show him all the
ropes. Karen
was not thrilled with the idea of having to be pleasant to one
more person.
However, she was sort of relieved that there was one more
person on the
shift. Then she realized that she was going to have to cover
his mistakes
as well as her own duties. She realized then that she wasn't a
happy camper.
She turned around, and faced the new guy. He wasn't at all what she
was expecting.
He was about four inches taller than she was, and bore a
bright smile.
She wondered how he could be so relaxed and polite in this
heat.
She figured that that would change. Still... there was something
about him...
After two and a half hours of working close together, she was finally
having fun.
Instead of Greg (the new guy) turning sour because of the
heat, Karen
was actually getting into her work again. His humor was
infectious,
and she had started laughing out loud, and even started telling
her own jokes.
She really liked him now, and had all but forgotten the
heat.
Once, he bent over to get something from under a shelf, and she had
started to reach
out to caress his ass before stopping herself in surprise.
She chided herself
for what she was about to do, but she rationalized by
saying that
she couldn't help herself. For most of the rest of the shift, they
had brushed
against each other many times because of the close quarters,
and not always
by accident.
The sweat between her legs became indistinguishable from another,
more pressing
moisture. Her legs slid together as she walked, and she
found that she
wanted to walk more and more to release the pressure. She
decided that
she really swanted this guy, and there was a way to get closer
to him.
Literally.
"There is one other place that you should know intimately," she said.
He
raised an eyebrow;
some of their jokes had risen to a sexual nature, so she
blushed at the
implication. "The stockroom." She smiled as his eyebrow
fell, but the
joke did not go unshared.
"Down here," she said as she bent down, "are where all the large cans
go." She looked
up at him from her kneeling position, and swallowed hard.
Pressed close
together between the metal shelving, and from her vantage
point, she could
see that he was rock hard. She decided to do a little
teasing.
She started moving the cans around on the bottom shelf with one
hand, and with
the other she undid a couple of buttons on her uniform
blouse.
Close quarters with Greg had made her perspire even more, and
even the little
air that entered her bra felt good.
She turned back up, and continued talking. "And over here," she said
as
she stood up.
As she did, she ran her long fingertips along the bulge in his
jeans.
She moved on down the line, as if nothing had happened, but she
swore she heared
a small gasp from Greg. She smiled to herself. Work can
be fun, she
thought, and stifled a giggle. Her manager had often made
passes at her,
by using that line, one that she obhorred. Until now. How
funny that her
manager's line could be used here.
She bent over once more, except this time, she didn't kneel. Her
ass
jutted out at
Greg, who was pinned against the tall shelf behind him. If
only we didn't
have our clothes on, she thought. Zzzziiinng! She
continued talking
about the boring subject matter at hand, and knelt down.
She turned to
face Greg, and deftly unzipped his jeans while still talking
about regular
shipments of ketchup. Greg's eyes opened wide, as this was
totally unexpected.
The hot air swirled around his prick, which was
ramrod stiff.
Still, the heat from the summer air was nothing like the moist
heat from the
insides of her mouth. The silence in the small room was
deafening as
her talking was interrupted. He felt her tongue swirl around
the bottom of
his shaft, and he gritted his teeth together to prevent himself
from groaning.
Damn, she was GOOD!
She bobbed her head on his prick, and thought about how long it was
since she had
such a good time at work. This time, she couldn't help
herself, and
she smiled wide. She held him with her hand, and stood up to
face him.
Her breasts, covered in perspiration heaved with excitement.
Her panties
felt about three sizes too small, and she wanted them OFF! He
raised her skirt
above her waist, and nearly broke two fingers trying to pull
them down.
The rush of air felt very good, but made her want him
between her
legs. He bent his head down to her breasts, and licked the
sweat from them.
She reached down, and guided him towards her. She
felt the head
push between her lips, but the angle was too sharp. She
pushed him back
on to the shelf behind him, and he sat down on one of
them.
Straddling him, but still standing, she was able to thrust him into
her by lowering
herself just a little. Once more, Greg kissed her breasts,
releasing them
from their restrictive bra. Free from the constraints of the
cotton, she
felt somewhat cooler and yet hotter at the same time.
Oh, yes, she thought. This is JUST what I need. Much better than
a
cigarette at
breaktime...
She was primed. Really ready. All day long she had teased Greg
and
been teased,
and the pressure was building inside of her. She felt it from
inside her chest.
Greg's tongue licked her nipples, and he moved from one
to another.
She held the back of his head to her, and wanted him to take it
ALL. GOD,
could he feel them THROB?!
The familiar rush began along the insides of her thighs, and travelled
up
her stomach
to her breasts. Not yet, she thought, but at the same time,
there was the
danger and excitement of getting caught, and that thought
increased the
onslaught.
Inside of her, she felt Greg's impending explosion. She squeezed
her
muscle walls
tighter, and she heared his groan. His hot breath landed on
her breasts,
and she felt the skin tighten into little goosebumps. Her pussy
began to contract
more and more erratically, as Greg's dick bucked wildly.
Suddenly, she
conuldn't control herself anymore, and she felt the runaway
train within
her arrive. Her legs clamped on Greg, and she held his head
with her hands
as she rode him on to ecstacy.
Greg felt the tightening muscles, and couldn't hold back. He shot
his
load deep inside
of her, and held on to her waist. He could feel her
wetness and
how comfortable it felt to be inside of her. Suddenly, they
both heared
a sound, and scrambled to reach for their clothes and make
themselves somewhat
presentable. They looked at each other, and started
to laugh.
"Work can be fun," she said, and they both laughed.
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