Sex with Betty in the Walk In Refrigerator

After Betty leaves I Ioaf around my place for a while.  I find her panties on the floor near the couch and imagine her now with nothing on under her pants.  It makes my dick hard.  I sit there hoping she’ll come by the restaurant again tonight.  What I like about the idea is that it’s a quick and dirty way for me to get my rocks off at work.  I’ll take care of her here or at her place later on or some other time.

 

In the afternoon I take a shower.  Standing in there makes me think about fucking her.  I end up grabbing a bottle of conditioner and jack off.  I try not to think about seeing her.  She might not even show up.  And even if she does, she might not want to fuck if she’s really serious about this guy she’s going out with.  I get out of the shower and get dressed.

 

Slowly I make my way to work.  Getting in late afternoon means things start slow.  It’s mostly a time to get ready and relax.  The manager tells me that if it’s slow I should lend a hand with an order that came in and needs to be put in the walk in cooler.  How this is my job I don’t know but I kill some time doing it.

 

When I get in there I see most everything has been taken care up.  I look around and have a thought bubbling in my head.  I move some crates around and go into the supply room and grab a few table cloths.  I toss them into the walk-in behind the eggs and go back into the dining room.

 

By early evening things are busy.  Most of my tables are full and the room is loud.  By 8:00 I haven’t seen Betty and resign myself to the fact.  I was a bit premature though.  At almost 9:00 she walks in with a guy.  They’re holding hands and laughing.  She looks at me as they’re shown to their table and gives me a wink.  I feel myself getting hard for her.

 

Her date’s a nice looking guy I guess: tall, fit, clean cut, well dressed.  I see his type all the time in here.  A striving young professional – probably in his late 20s – looking to do big things some day.  Weren’t we all?  They sit and I go to the table.  Betty gives no sign of knowing me so I play along.

 

She looks beautiful tonight.  She is wearing a black top.  It’s tight and unbuttoned to show off her tits.  She has on a grey skirt and her legs are bare.  I wonder if she ever put panties on.  They order wine and look over the menus.  Betty leans over to talk to her date and brushes her shoulder against my dick.  I want to do her pretty bad.

 

They order their meals and I hover around – waiting for some sign or signal from her that she wants me.  Finally, toward the end of the meal, he gets up to use the men’s room.  I rush to the table.  As I clear dishes I tell her I want to fuck her.  She looks up and me, her eyes sparkling, and tells me she wants to as well.  “Not the bathroom this time,” I tell her, “I have something else in mind.”

 

While I am at the table her date comes back.  “Shall I bring desert menus?,” I ask.  He says yes and I leave to get them.  As I leave I hear Betty telling him that she’s not feeling well.  I smile to myself.  When I bring back the menus she stands.  She follows me as I walk toward the bathrooms.

 

They are just outside the kitchen.  I signal for her to follow me.  I lead her to the walk-in and open the door.  Because it is so late nothing else will be needed from in here tonight.  I ease the door shut behind us.  We are in each other’s arms in a second, pressing our mouths together.  My hands are on her chest feeling her soft warm skin.

 

I pull the table cloths out and fold them on top of the crates.  “Sit here” I tell her – and she does.  She scoots her ass to the edge and pulls up her skirt and spreads her legs.  Her pussy is bare and wet.  I fight with my belt and drop my pants.  Even though we have little time, I can’t help myself.  I bend over and push my tongue between her lips.  I can see Betty’s breath as she gasps.

 

I wipe her wet from my face with the back of my sleeve.  I step closer between her thighs and push the head of my dick against her.  Her pussy opens around me and I slide into her.  I sigh.  Her warmth is even more intense in the cold air of the refrigerator.  The feeling of our skin together – wet and hard and warm and soft – moving together fast.  

 

I lean and take her head in my hands.  We kiss as we move.  I kiss her ear though her soft blonde hair.  “There are few things I love as much as I love being inside you,” I say, pushing into her.  I can feel her legs around me, pulling me in.  I slide one hand around her waist to pull her hard against me.  I can feel my cum building.

 

We shove ourselves together a few more times and I begin to cum inside her.  Hot spurts out of me and into her.  She is moaning softly and rocking her hips as I cum.  Her head is back and her eyes are closed.  Her pink lips barely parted.  I go in as far as I can and finish cumming.  

 

For a few second we are still.  Then I let myself slip out of her.  She reaches between her legs and reaches inside.  There’s cum on her fingers.  She brings her hand to her mouth and suck her fingers clean.  “Seeing you do that makes me hard all over,” I tell her, as I pull up my pants.  

 

She slides off the crates and pulls her skirt down.  “I love having you in me,” she says, “I loved doing it in this cold room.  It made me feel so how down there when you were fucking me.”  We hold each other for a few seconds.  “I need to get back out there,” she says.  “Yeah, me too.”

 

I leave first and go to the table.  I ask if they’ve decided on deserts.  He’s looking distractedly toward the bathrooms.  “Uh, no,” he says, “not quite.”  As he says this she returns to the table.  I pull her chair out for her and slide it in.  “No hurry,” I say and fade away.  

 

They decide against desert, pay their bill and leave.  As I take their check, I see that Betty has left me her number with a note: “later?.”  It has been a good night.

Sex in a restaurant bathroom

It’s busy tonight.  Most of our tables are full.  My section is totally full.  I love it for the tips but hate it for how busy it gets.  A girl and a guy are seated.  I’ll be honest, one of the things I like about my job is that I can stare – totally unabashedly – at women.  I can tell them they look good, examine them carefully with my eyes, imagining the whole time what it would be like to be with them.

 

Try doing that yourself.  Try staring intently into a strangers face.  Try nodding and smiling while you consider every detail of their eyes and nose and lips and hair and skin and teeth.  In most cases you will be slapped or arrested.  In my case, it is considered to be attentive and gets me more money.  Sometimes I love my life.

 

This couple sits.  I will be honest, men are vague shadows to me, I see them but they don’t really register.  It is the women I am interested in and the woman that sits now is exceptional.  She is probably 26 years old.  Her hair is a golden color, long over her shoulders and down her back.  Her face is pretty – high cheeks, nice lips and amazing eyes.  In the light, I can’t see the color but I can see they are big and bold and beautiful.

 

Her body is something.  Her tits mean business, bursting out the top of her shirt.  They’re big and as I watch them move as she shifts in her chair I wonder how it would be to have my dick between them.   I imagine it would be great.  Her black shirt, with its deep v-neck and long sleeves, clings to her body.  She has on a short gray skirt and expensive looking black heels.  She’s wearing black tights and as she sat I thought I could see a flash of white thigh at the top.

 

When they are settled, I walk to their table for drinks.  Smiling, I welcome them, describe the specials and take their drink orders.  In my mind, she is on her knees with my dick in her mouth.  I smile to myself as I think about it and feel my dick getting hard.

 

Throughout their meal, my eyes are all over her.  I want to see what she’s wearing under her skirt.  I want to feel the warm skin of her thighs and run my fingertips along her pussy lips.  I want to feel and taste her mouth with mine.  I imagine what it would be like to bring one of her big tits to my mouth, to feel her nipple getting hard against my tongue.

 

All night I am there, checking in with them, making sure everything is alright.  When I lean over pour some wide, I rest my hand on her back.  I can feel her press back gently against my hand.  Toward the end of the meal, her date excuses himself.  I am at the table in a heart beat and lean close to her ear.

 

“I’ve been thinking about you since you walked in,” I tell her, “and I want to be inside you.”  I can see her skin flushing, red spreading across her chest, up her throat and to her cheeks.  I press myself into her back and she presses back against me.  “Meet me in the ladies room in five minutes.”  Her date is walking back.  She nods but says nothing.

 

I ask if they would like to see a desert menu.  She says yes and I walk off to get them.  I bring them to the table and step away.  I watch her chatting with her date, totally distracted, and checking the time on her phone every few seconds.  Time seems to have stopped and my heart is pounding as I wait.  Finally, she takes the napkin from her lap, folds it carefully, and excuses herself.

 

In a flash I am behind her, following her into the bathroom.  She walks straight into the furthest stall and I join her, closing the door behind us.  Without any words, we are in each other’s arms, our lips together, the sweet subtle taste of her lipstick in my mouth.  My hands are on her waist.  It’s slender and flares into her full round hips and ass.

 

I slide my hands under her skirt and feel the cool skin of her ass.  It fills my hands as I squeeze and knead it.  Our tongues meet and touch.  In the light of the stall I see her eyes are light green and beautiful.  My hands on her hips again, I turn her to face away from me.  “Bend over,” I whisper.  I lift her skirt, exposing the white skin of her ass.

 

She’s wearing a thin black thong and black thigh high stockings.  Her ass is so fucking inviting.  I pull her thong to one side.  Her pussy is bare and there’s a hint of wet on the edge of her lips.  I run my fingers along her pussy, spreading it open and sliding one than two fingers into her.  She is pushing herself back against my hand.  My dick is ready to rip through my pants if I don’t do something soon.

 

Her fingers are between her legs, fluttering on her clit, as I undo my pants and pull out my dick.  I rub it up and down along her, spreading her again with my fingers.  I push my head against the her opening and begin to slide myself inside.  Just as I begin to go into her, the door opens and someone walks in.  For a second we both freeze.  Neither of us can wait though and soon I slide all of the way into her.

 

She sighs as I do.  Her pussy is warm, wet and tight.  It holds me as I slide in and out of her, softly and slowly at first – trying to stay quiet.  We begin to fuck harder though, unable to control ourselves.  She groans then gasps as I push deep into her hard.  The toilet nearby flushes.  The other woman’s shoes tap on the floor as she walks to the sink.  Her steps are hesitant as she registers the soft sounds from our stall.

 

My hands are around her hips and waist pulling and pushing her on my cock.  It’s so deep inside her, so wrapped in the warm skin of her, so wet with her.  The sink runs and stops, slow footsteps make their way to the door and we hear it bang shut.  All abandon is gone now and we fuck fast and deep and hard.  She puts one foot on the edge of the toilet, spreading herself wider for me.

 

We both realize we don’t have forever and I push myself as deep into her as I can reach.  I reach around her body and squeeze her tits.  We are both panting and I slide in and out of her faster and faster.  She is pressing against me as well.  Soon, I can’t hold back, I tell her I am going to cum.  She tells me to cum inside her.  With just a few more thrusts, I feel the cum flowing out of me and into her.  She makes a little yelp as I cum.  

 

For a few seconds, we both stay still.  She pulls way from me and turns around, pulling her thong back into place as she does.  I reach around her and smooth down the back of her skirt.  She reaches up and takes my face in her hands and kisses me again, hard, rubbing her lips across mine.  My dick is still out, pressed against the front of her skirt.  My arms are around her, holding her tight as we kiss.

 

We pull apart.  I put myself away.  We step out of the stall and I straighten myself out in the mirror.  A trace of her lipstick is on my mouth.  I decide to leave it alone.  She dabs her mouth and applies fresh lipstick.  She walks out of the bathroom first.  As she does, I see a faint dribble of cum running down the inside of her thigh. 

 

I follow a few moments after.  I went to their table.  “Have you decided on deserts,” I ask, looking straight and intently into her eyes.  She eyes the menu and says she needs more time.  I ask her date.  He looks at her and smiles.  “Nothing,” he says.  He smirks at her and says, “we’ll have desert at home.”  She smiles, her lips tight as she looks at me with a twinkle in her eye.

 

Soon, he pays the bill and the get up and leave.  I see a wet spot on her chair and I quickly wipe it with a napkin.  I also see her bag on the floor.  A moment later she comes back to the table, retrieves her bag and kisses me softly on the cheek.  “Be sure to come again,” I tell her.  She turns, walks out, turns back, blows me one more kiss and then leaves.