How I went from busboy to boytoy for the MILF waitress [MF]

A few months ago I [20M] got a job washing dishes at a small local Thai restaurant. I’m in college, and after being unemployed for a few months before, I was grateful to get this job because I could continue paying my bills without taking out more student loans. One thing that made this job different from previous ones is that I’m the youngest employee by far and the only American. All of my coworkers are in their 40s or older and mostly women. I actually liked this because there’s little/no drama, everyone works hard, and I’m starting to pick up the Thai language. I didn’t mind being the “resident young person”. Little did I know however that I would come to enjoy it for a surprising reason.

I never thought I was into older women, but the women I work with are truly beautiful, and as I spent more time getting to know their unique personalities I developed little crushes on a few of them. Most are married and so I never overtly flirt with them, but I’d give them little complements here and there and they’d tell me that I am hardworking and a handsome young man. However, one started to take a particular interest in me.

May is 57. I would have never guessed because she only looks like she’s in her early 40s. She works up front bringing out orders and helping customers while I work in the back of the kitchen, but we frequently interact as I come to retrieve dirty dishes or put away the clean ones. She always calls me “honey” but I didn’t think anything of it because that’s how she addresses everyone. But it soon became clear that she had something else in mind for me. Every time I put away the clean glasses, she placed her hands on my lower back as she walked past to the dining area and she would let her hands linger for just a little too long. I dismissed that until I noticed she would walk this way and do it every chance she could. At the end of the night she would bring me my share of cash tips while I washed closing dishes. But instead of placing it on a shelf for me to get later when my hands were dry, she’d offer to tuck it into my back pocket. Again her hand always lingered a few extra seconds, clearly using the opportunity to feel up my ass (I work out and do squats).

In my brain I knew this was “inappropriate workplace conduct” but the rest of my body disagreed. It awakened something in me and I welcomed it, thinking how I could reciprocate my interest. I started doing the same thing if I walked past her, starting with a single hand on her shoulder and eventually working up to placing both my hands just above her hips as I made my way behind her in the narrow hallway. She knew damn well what I was doing and gently leaned back into me as I did it. The alluring scent and softness of her almost waist-length black hair was captivating. Looking back as I entered the kitchen I could see a smile on her face, and I knew that our mutual attraction was starting to lead somewhere.

Later that week there was a slow night at the restaurant. I used my downtime to sit in the break room on my phone. A few moments later, May walked by sweeping the hallway. She comically dropped the broom and bent over slowly facing away from me to pick it up, giving me the perfect chance to admire her firm ass in her tight black work pants. When she stood back up she caught me just as I looked away, pretending I hadn’t seen that. She smirked and moved on with sweeping. At this point it was clear something was bound to happen between us, but I kept kicking myself trying to work up the courage to make an actual move. Lucky for me, she was about to take the initiative.

“Hey [my name] honey, can you come help me in the back storage room?”. I looked up from my phone to see May leaning into the breakroom. I was distracted for a moment by how her breasts nicely filled out the lovely white sweater she was wearing, but I quickly brought my eyes back up to meet hers. “Yeah I’ll be right there,” I replied, and I set my phone aside and followed her to the back. Its actually common for the ladies at work to ask me this, and they usually want me to carry a heavy pot out to the kitchen or organize the shelf of takeout containers, so I didn’t think anything of her request.

I quietly shut the storage room door behind us. She led me around the corner to the rear shelf and gestured to a box on the lower rack. As I kneeled down to look at it she placed her hand on my shoulder and squatted down beside me. “What did you need me to do?” I asked.

“Um, so this is the, uhh, new mopping solution,” she stammered. I knew something was up because mopping is not even one of my responsibilities ?. As we stood back up my hand rested down on her lower back and her hand remained up on my shoulder. I turned toward her, grinning, with her face just over a foot away from mine. “Thanks for showing me” I said. She giggled as she moved her hand to behind my neck. This was my chance; I leaned in as she pulled my face closer to hers and our lips finally met.

And oh my God, hers were so soft. Her other hand came up as she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back. With both my hands on her hips I pulled her in tighter. The thrill of potentially getting caught excited me, but I paused for a moment with some slight nervousness. She knew what I was thinking, and whispered “only security camera is up front”. With my only worry now gone I turned and pressed her back against the wall, running my hand through her hair as we kissed passionately and she grabbed my ass likes she always loved doing. With a brush of her tongue against my lips, we were now fully making out. My other hand crept up the front of her sweater and I felt her bra as I cupped her breast. I kissed her cheek and began gently kissing down her neck. My cock grew harder as we grinded closer together. The hot breath of her soft moans in my ear only excited me further.

The fun came to an abrupt end when we heard the sound of a voice approaching. We jumped apart right as the door opened and I quickly said “so you want me to put these away here?”, gesturing to an unopened box of takeout containers. She caught my hint for our alibi and in a scolding tone said “yes young boy please do that quickly!” with a little wink ;). As I got to work on that, the chef came back around the corner and gave a polite smile to us as he made his way to the shelf of food supplies. He grabbed a can of coconut milk then walked back out. As soon as that door closed we stood up face to face. Unfortunately I said “I think I have to get back to my work now May. Maybe we can resume this later?” She said yes and quickly we exchanged phone numbers. One at a time we walked back out and returned to our work duties like nothing had happened. After an uneventful closing I drove home and got ready for bed. Before sleeping I texted her “had a fun day at work today, see you tomorrow?”

As I laid down I heard the chime alert of a new text. It was May’s Reply. “I have tomorrow off ?”. I was saddened but then my phone chimed again.

“But my first day next week I will find a reason to stay late after closing..and I’ll need you to help me with something ?”

That was just a couple days ago. I cannot wait until the day comes, I am so horny thinking about her. I love how wrong it feels, the fact that we work together and the large age gap, but I do not care, we have such spark and the thrill excites me too much to ignore. I’ll keep you guys posted and update when the next thing happens.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eek2r6/how_i_went_from_busboy_to_boytoy_for_the_milf