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.
Pretty Dirty 