I met Maria when I worked as the head bartender at an upscale California restaurant and lounge. She also worked at the restaurant as the eye candy known as hostess. She had just finished up her senior year of high school and took the job as a summer gig before heading off to college. She was smart and very attractive, but I have a weakness for Latinas. She was a perfect hostess; dressed always in nice summer dresses and various heels, a smile that never disappeared, and a cute way of turning her head just slightly, almost seductively, as she talked.
I was in constant awe of this young girl from behind my bar. I watched how men would react as she cocked her head sideways; her silky brown hair falling upon her exposed shoulders, her full red lips asking them to follow her, and finally the walk to the table as she led their bodies, eyes glued to her tight ass sway from left to right as she walked. Damn, she was sexy. I wanted her badly, but I found there was one problem.
Maria's boyfriend was a typical geek. Since she was very intelligent, she took advanced classes in high school. Hence, the boys who she generally associated with were also smart. Now I am not saying all smart people are geeks. I happen to be fairly smart. I have my bachelor's degree in business and am currently working on my MBA; however, I also have a sense of style. This guy did not. I do not prefer to mess with people's relationships, but when I Maria told me that her boyfriend was leaving in a few days to begin his summer session at Berkley… Well, the rules changed.
Maria and I became friends rather quickly. Towards the end of the evening when the waiters and waitresses are still busy taking orders, the busboys are cleaning up, the kitchen staff cooking, she and I found some "down-time" to chat. I had the occasional after dinner cocktail and all she had was to answer the phone, say goodbye to the patrons, and tidy the menus. First, we made small talk about the restaurant. After a few days we talked about ourselves. After about two weeks, her boyfriend's name failed to appear in our conversation and innocent flirtatious comments arose. About a week later, my time had come.
It was a slow night, Maria asked me to watch the entrance while she used the restroom. Just as she left, the phone rang. I quickly strode up the hostess stand and answered it. A reservation for the weekend. I wrote it in the open book and hung up just as two elderly gentlemen walk through the door. I greeted them as they asked for a table. I grabbed a couple menus and the wine list and was about to turn and lead them to their table, but halted. Maria stood behind me and gently placed her hand on my side.
"I can show these gentlemen to their table." As I handed her the menus, she slid her hand across my back in such a way that it sent a current of warmth all over my body. I turned to see her sweet smile and become entranced as she strolled away.
That night, Maria stayed to visit with me after she clocked out. Being only 18, she could not have a drink, so I made her a virgin strawberry daiquiri as I clean out the ice bin and restocked my supplies. As it was a slow night, there were no bar patrons. About 11:00, I locked the front door and shut off the house lights, leaving only the dim bar lights illuminated. The kitchen staff just finished their cleaning and a couple of them came in to get a quick beer and left. I was in charge of all the cash receipts, so I was always the last to leave. Maria stayed and helped me count the cash as I wrote down the checks for deposit.
As I look back, it was quite romantic; all alone in a dimly lit bar, jazz piano playing in the background. I don't think I could have planned it better if I tried. I packed up all the banks and put them into the office safe, clocked out, checked the doors, and returned back to the bar. She was a sight. Sitting perched up on her barstool, legs crossed with one leg bare of fabric from her thigh down, and stirring the remaining ice in her glass. She was beautiful and she was waiting for me. Without a word I placed my hand on her back. She let go of her straw and turned to face me, reaching for my side once again. Our eyes met briefly, closing as our lips touched. It was a soft kiss, gentle and seductive. It seemed to go on forever, our tongues exploring each other with loving care. Her hands never left my body, as one caressed my chest and the other my back.
Minutes go by, as we continue our passionate embrace. There seemed to be no desire on either of us to stop. I let my hand slip from her back down to her hips and thigh. I felt her breathing quicken as I stroked her body. I brushed my hand upward and rested upon her firm breast, gently squeezing and caressing as we kissed.
Feeling the need to change our positions, I pulled her closer, lifting her off her chair and onto her feet. As I did this I noticed the view. Behind the bar was a wall of mirror. I often used it to sneak peeks at women at the bar while I was busy making drinks. I nudged Maria to turn around and look. As she turned and opened her eyes, I kissed her neck softly. Her breathing and a low moan was proof enough, she loved it. I wrapped both my hands around her, one on her stomach, the other cupping her breast and gently pinching her excited nipples. As I continued, Maria held onto the bar with both hands and pushed her ass towards my confined hard member. She rubbed my harness with her ass and moaned low. Taking one of my hands, I lifted her dress, exposing her panties. I quickly found her sex, her silky panties soaked with her juice. I rubbed the cloth over her lips, pushing inward slightly.
Her hips began to buck on my hand, grabbing my wrist and holding it in place, as her soft moans turned louder. Within seconds, her body shot forward, she stiffened her back and stopped breathing. Her climax sent her body shaking and gasping for air. I was a bit shocked at the sight and felt pre-cum drip down my thigh. I said nothing, as she gradually regained her breath.
"Wow," she exclaimed. She turned toward me, reached out and hugged me tight. "Do you want to get some dessert?"
To Be Continued...
"Wow," she exclaimed! She turned toward me, reached out and hugged me tight. "Do you want to get some dessert? I could really go for some cheesecake from Blue."
At that exact moment, The Blue Planet's cheesecake was not the first thing on my mind. Releasing my rock hard penis and plunging into this young girl's dripping pussy was, but somehow my mouth formed a half-hearted smile and said, "yea, sounds good."
I shut off the remaining lights, set the alarm, and ushered her into my Jeep. The ride began fairly quiet. She looked out into the midnight sky, seemingly searching for something. Then, I found out what. "There is something I need to tell you." I glanced back and forth from her eyes to the road. "You know I am still with my boyfriend and I feel a little ashamed. But at the same time, I would do it again without question."
A smile crossed my lips and my chest lifted slightly. Confidence and head swelling as she spoke. "But there is one more thing. I… well, I am still a virgin."
The word rang out like an echo. Virgin? This fine, unbelievably fine latina is a virgin? Then suddenly, it all made sense. She was educated, upper middle class f****y, strict father, and her boyfriend for several years is a computer geek. Yea, she is a virgin. As my mind raced to understand, my mouth failed to speak any words of comfort. The best I could come up with was, "oh, ok."
"I just want you to know, because I plan to stay that way until I get married."
"Yea, sure, of course," and other non-descript words.
"I have never felt so good before. You made me so excited and so much like a woman. It just didn't seem wrong. Thank you." Her compliments and gratitude produced a feeling of blush. I am not sure if my cheeks actually changed color, but inside my body had a hot flash. This girl was thanking me for playing with her virgin box in an empty bar in front of a wall of mirrors. That was different. Usually girls like to be behind closed doors, lights off, and blankets on. And then still may complain that you are going "too fast". My mind was muddled with just what to do now. The answer came as we pulled up to the curb of The Blue Planet, just go with it.
The Blue Planet is a trendy restaurant with a small bar. It is set on the corner of a revitalized downtown street. The bar is exactly on the corner, each side with floor to ceiling windows that look out into the busy street. The actual bar looks out one side, while a piano sits to the other. Tables are butted up to the windows and s**ttered about between. It is romantic little place and most of the patrons were couples.
In the restaurant/bar industry, it is common for bartenders, waiters, etc, to frequent each other's place. Everyone in my community especially. Knowing the right people is insurance to get your drink a bit stronger, your glass a little fuller, or an u******e girl a place at the bar.
Maria and I took a stool at the bar. We asked Ron, the bartender, for a big piece of cheesecake, and two cappuccinos. We made small talk about the restaurant, the uptight, older couples that surrounded us, but did not mention her confession in the Jeep. Her hand would touch my arm and squeeze it gently when she would make a profound statement. I reminded myself to relax and again, just go with it.
The dessert arrived and of course with only one fork. Todd knew, as any good bartender would, that romance burns with great dessert and only one way to eat it; serve each other. I pulled my chair closer and straddled it facing Maria, one leg behind her and the other in front. The cheesecake was a creamy white, with plump fresh blueberries piled upon one side, drizzled with a blueberry glaze, and garnished with a small mint leaf. She licked her lips as I took the fork and sliced through a corner, dipped it into the glaze and raised it to her. Her eyes drew away from the treat and focused upon mine. She was a beauty. Her crimson lips parting briefly and then closing to suck the creamy cake from the silver utensil. Her hands found leg in front of her and squeezed it firmly, then continued to caress and hold it tightly. The dessert swirled in her mouth before disappearing down her throat and releasing an approving soft moan. This girl seemed to love her dessert. Watching her seemingly make love to each bite I gave her, created a huge disturbance in my pants. As all men understand, when we get hard, we either go left or right. Well I go right and my right leg is the leg in front of Maria, whose hands have continued to massage my thigh, inches away from hard tool.
Even though the bar is nearly full, we seemed to all by ourselves, entranced in each other and our luscious treat. I pick up a single berry with my fingers. Immediately she opens her mouth slightly. I place the berry close to her lips, forcing her to come after it. She leans forward and takes the berry and my fingers in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around my digits, as she takes the berry. She pulls back slowly, keeping her red lips sucking on each tip until the appear again, clean and wet. My dick jumped inside my pants. I needed to go one step beyond. I repositioned my right leg so that my knee was pushing her knee outward. Maria's hands were pushed closer up my thigh and within seconds she felt the bulge of my head. Her small hand cupped around my shaft as she slowly began stroking me under the counter of the bar. Without words, I continued to feed her the dessert. I looked around casually, everyone were in there own world. The pianist played on, the conservative elders talked on, drinking their martinis and brandy, the bartender was busy mixing cocktails; all was well.
Maria's skirt sat just above her knee. With my free hand, I returned her touch with my hand upon her thigh, squeezing and massaging through the fabric. Her knees parted voluntarily, giving an invitation to go further. I pulled back my hand and swept under her skirt between her damp thighs. Expecting to feel soaked fabric; I was a bit stunned to find none. Instead, her wet virginal pussy sat open, uncovered and waiting for me. She giggled, knowing that I was surprised at her lack of panties. I fed her another berry, which she again ate with passion. As she licked my fingers clean, I rubbed her clit with the same swirling motion she gave me. A deeper moan escaped her lips and her grasp on my member tightened. Another bite, as I continued to explore her sex, probing into her slippery walls and rolling over her button. With only two bites and one berry left, Maria's body shook slightly, as if a cold chill had blew over her. Her eyes closed and her lungs filled with air. My thumb gyrated over her clit as two fingers buried inside her pussy grasped for the spot. Her hand never stopped holding my dick as it repeatedly jumped in my pants. Her legs clenched my hand, and I knew she was there. Her face was so beautiful, the event so erotic, my hand covered in her juices under her skirt, her hand gripping so tightly… there was no way I could hold on either. A quick shot of liquid burst from my tip.
There we sat. At the bar surrounded by unaware strangers, her orgasm soaked through her skirt and onto the chair, my pants spotted with my own milky climax, and two smiles that stretched from ear to ear. We shared the last two bites of the cheesecake, paid our bill and escaped unnoticed under the dim bar lights.
Maria and I got together only a few more times after that night, but nothing could ever top our first night together. So we decided to just keep the memory and became good friends. She left for college that fall, I heard she dumped the geek soon after. Every time I order cheesecake, I think about her. Nothing has tasted that good since.