On the counter [MF]

I live in Florida right by the water and there’s this beach shack that serves great burgers and other tasty fast food right on the beach.

Well, as a seventeen year old at the time and of course being in high school the thing to do on the weekends back then was go drink some cheap alcohol and hang out down by the beach.

One of those weekends I had quite a night down at that beach with a guy who really made me work for it.

Now, Im sure you’re wondering where the counter comes in, and to that I say, patience.
All good things come in time ;).

So this guy I mentioned is someone that I had always been interested in, but never had much of a hard core crush on. Just someone that slipped into a naughty day dream from time to time. Well in the year this story takes place I had found out from a friend that he had started working at the shack as a waiter.

On this story’s Saturday night as the time grew later things got wilder and I just got hornier. It came to the point where the blouse that I was wearing, which (mind you) originally was completely buttoned, had slowly started to come undone with my tipsy fingers undoing button after button, revealing just the top of my white lacey bra (I am a C by the way ;)).

For the sake of privacy I’ll call the guy I had a thing for Jake. So on this night we all are gathered by the picnic tables outside the restaurant Jake worked at, drinking god knows what with zero good intentions in mind when I noticed Jake had took some time from cleaning up in the shack to hang out with all of our “teenage hooligan” asses.

Being in my, admittedly, loose and flirty state I strolled over to the picnic tables where he was sitting with a friend and with a wink for good measure say, “Somebody’s been working real hard huh?”

To which he just chuckled and responded “I see somebody has been hardly working”.
He gives his friend a nudge and he disappears into a crowd of other teenagers living just Jake and I at this picnic table.

Enjoying this playful banter, but wanting to clarify my intentions of the conversation a bit more I let out my most innocent sounding of giggles and lean forward placing my elbows on the table allowing my blouse to fall away from my chest I stretch across the table and whisper in his ear “how did you know?”.

At this point I watch his eyes shift from my chest back to my eyes as I straighten up, leaving him with just a taste of what could be to come. Releasing his bottom lip from in between his teeth he slyly replies “Oh just a lucky guess.” To which I return with just a “hm”.

With a bold courage only a bitter alcohol from a plastic container can give you I fire back, “Oh hey! You wouldn’t happen to know any guys here that would maybe want to get with me? I’m in a really great mood, if you know what I mean.”

He, clearly enjoying toying with me and my advances replies with a cool “Nope. Sorry… Can’t think of anyone. In fact, I think you and your GREAT mood are just going to have to sit this one out tonight.”

Well, if the cheap alcohol didn’t do it before that remark most certainly did. With my jaw set, my eyes staring deeply into his with no intention of backing down without one final effort, I bring my hands from their resting position on my hips up to the the few still closed buttons on my blouse and fiddle with the final button concealing my bra. Slowly I begin to feed the button through the slot in the silky fabric his eye contact breaking from mine and falling to following the movements of my fingers. My almost entire bra now exposed, my tanned skin of my breasts peeking out above the lingerie I respond with my final retort “Well, Im just going to have to fix that.” Taking a step backward and unbuttoning yet another button I turn on my heel and start
to walk away.

And then…

I feel his hand wrap around my arm. I turn back to look at him and he pulls me into his chest and whispers huskily in my ear “Come to think of it I know one guy in a GREAT mood that would definitely be interested in seeing whats beneath that sexy little white bra of yours.”

“Oh?” Is all I can respond before he grabs my hand and takes me into the beach shack locking the door to the restaurant behind him.

***comment below if I should continue***

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