Watching my Waitress
You are at work, wearing your uniform and bustling about , cheeking the customers, laughing like an angel.
I sit in one corner nursing my coffee and watching you.
I think you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
As some one opens the door a gut of wind catches your skirt and blows it up, slightly, I see a glimpse of high delicious thigh and the hint that you are not wearing any panties.
As you ask to take your break you sneak out in to the back. I pay for my coffee and then ask to use the bathroom, instead of going in there though, I sneak out in to the back.
I see you taking your break, sitting with your fine legs crossed, your skirt riding high, and your hair flowing over your shoulders.
I sit opposite you and smile.
‘Hi’ I say, ‘I’ve been watching you.’
You smile back and say that you have noticed me too.
Under the table I slide my hand on to your knee.
“You are so sexy, you’ve been turning me on like crazy”
You blush slightly, but smile.
I move round beside you and slide an arm around your shoulder, stroking the back of your knee I kiss you softly on the lips.
I feel you flush, and become red as the bulge in the front of my trousers presses in to your leg.
“I’m at work” you whisper, “I can’t”
I slide my hand up to your thigh, and stoke the inner flesh.
“I want you.” I say, and push the tip of my finger between the moist outer lips of your vagina, softly probing for your swelling clit.
In the Diner we can hear please being served, demanding and satisfying their needs.
I begin to rotate my finger, as you whisper a moan and lick your lips.
“You’re getting very wet.” I whisper, do you like that?”
You nod, and I continue, slipping my finger up and down your labia, your legs part encouraging me.
I move my hand lower, and push my index finger inside of you, while still stoking your clit with my thumb. As the juices flow over my fingers, lubricating them, I gently push my middle finger in to your anus, and begin moving my hand back and forth, up and down round and around.
You gasp and place a hand over mine, guiding it.
“Oh God, you’ll make me cum.” You whisper, and buck your hips against my hand.
I press my lips to your again, and then feel your arm tighten around my neck, while I feel your inner muscles grip my fingers, you are cumming, a rush of juices rush over my hand, as a I press on your clit with my thumb, pump my fingers deep in to your silky vagina and smooth tight anus.
“Please don’t stop” you hiss, I don’t, I keep going until in a rush you cum again, and then slowly, ecstatically calm down, your head resting on my shoulder, sobbing with pleasure.
“Thank you” I say, “that was beautiful”
And then I wait to see what you may want me to do next, or may want to do to me…