[PART I HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fnnc5w/fucking_my_waitress_with_pics_wut_a_story_in_4_or/)
[PART II HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fp0uph/fucking_my_waitress_on_a_wednesday_afternoon_part/)
[PART III HERE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fpgdgl/fucking_my_waitress_after_she_madeout_with_her/)
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I sat on my porch last fall watching the august moon slowly rise over the mountains to the east. The Harvest Moon. She had taught me the names of all the moons 3 years ago, weeks after we met, and days after we fucked for the first time, as we sat on a blanket in Southern Montana. We watched a fire and sipped mezcal at 3 am. It was early July then and the full moon was casting shadows across the valley, and coyotes were yipping somewhere distant, and the air smelled like sage and the dying heat of a summer day, and her naked hand was on my naked thigh as we sat cross-legged in front of each other.
“Alright Tommy,” we were both a little buzzed and tired and she looked up into the night sky, “what’s this moon?”
“The Buck!” I whispered in the sexiest way I knew how and then smiled.
“Fuck off fuck boi,” she giggled and took a sip of her mezcal, “and what’s next month’s moon?”
That one was easy. I was drunk and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I sang off-key in my best Neil Young impression, “August’s Harvest Moon…”
She leaned forward, and put down her mezcal, and now both her hands were on my thighs, and I felt her touch in the way you always feel a touch when you’re starting a relationship and physical hesitancy hangs between you like a veil. Her face was close to mine and the night went silent and still and even as I write this chills run up my neck. “Tommy. I think I could love you.” And God, writing this right now, thinking about that night three years ago, thinking about sitting alone three nights ago, I swear I want to cry.
I sat there on my porch this last Saturday night, alone, thinking about where we were three years ago under the Harvest Moon. The wind stirred the leaves of the oak in my front yard and then stirred memories of that first summer together and I sipped my whiskey. The evening had begun to cool into night and my sprinklers fizzed and sputtered into life before establishing their slow, soothing rhythm. Chunk-chunk-chunk. I wondered what she was doing tonight. If she was with Taylor outside, under a blanket, moving on with her life, as I sat there- thinking about three years ago. Wishing she was next to me. Thinking about the trip we took in August of 2016 to Big Sur and how I fucked her in a hot springs surrounded by tech bros and French tourists.
She was still kind of dating someone the night I first met her at the restaurant. The night she sat at my table in that silly denim apron and asked me if I wanted to grab drinks after she finished her side work. She told me that night. “I’m kind of dating someone.” It was one of those deals where she moved somewhere to go to school, and he had stayed in the city where inertia had kept them together, and then after a couple of months apart she realized she didn’t really care about him the way she thought did. And I was there. And we wasn’t. By August his texts had died off, and we had begun to fuck almost daily, and I thought it’d be fun if we took a trip together. I was flying into SFO and had a couple of days off. It was the week before school started for her so I flew her out, we rented a car, and drove down the coast.
I want to be clear about this. I’ve been with some beautiful women, and this woman was, and will remain the most beautiful human being I’ve ever met. It’s hard to describe someone you love, someone you’ve loved, right? Like how do I capture that look on her face as she paints her toes as well roll down a coastal road. The sun is hanging over the pacific, it’s late summer, the windows are down and she’s whispering to herself the words to some Leon bridges song. Oblivous to the fact I can’t stop looking over at her. Wondering how I did this. Wondering why the universe gifted me someone I had always known, but had just met. Knowing she is not mine to possess or own, but never wanting to let this moment go. How do you capture that slight smile and the lines under her eyes, lost in herself, and then how she looked up and caught me staring at her and locked her eyes on mine before I turn back to the road. How do I describe that moment? I don’t know. You don’t know. But I hold it somewhere deep inside and carry it with me and hope it won’t fade or get lost as time moves on.
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We were suppose to hike back to these hot springs in the middle of Big Sur. We gathered up the gear in the parking lot and she went into the bathroom to change into her Lululemon shorts and sports bra. She was wearing tiny jean shorts and her ass cheeks would peak out from under them as she walked. A baggy white tank top with no bra. Her nipples were already hard and for miles before we pulled into the parking lot that morning I’d look over at her catching a glimpse of her soccer player legs and the outline of her breasts. I followed her into the bathroom. There was no lock.
She had already pulled off her shorts and thong and turned around, shocked, as I pushed through the door. She smiled slyly. I was already hard. I grabbed her and picked her up and put her on the counter next to the sink. It felt dangerous and raw and fucking dirty and I didn’t care. I pushed my lips against her ear and she squirmed and pushed her hips to the edge of the stainless steel counter and spread her legs. “God you’re perfect,” I growled into her ear and spit on my hand. I rubbed the spit into her smooth pussy. She was already wet and pushed into my toes and buried my dick into her. She leaned back and slid deeper inside her. “Fuck daddy,” she whispered, “it’s so tight!” I moved in and out of her a couple of times before I slid out. My dick was quite literally dripping and I grabbed her by the hips, pulling her off the counter. She instinctively spun around, bent over, bracing herself against the steel mirror and pushed herself onto her toes. She had a tiny tan line from the bikini she had been wearing all summer. Her skin was so brown and smooth and I could see the muscles straining in the back of her thighs. I smacked her ass and she giggled. I was worried about someone opening the door, but didn’t give a fuck. I licked my hand and ran it over my throbbing dick and pushed into her pussy and she gasped again. The fluorescent light flicked and popped. I pushed in and out of her. God she was tight. And wet. I pulled out. We were working with borrowed time. “Fucking clean me off” I demanded. I knew she liked the taste of her pussy on my dick, but in this dirty parking lot bathroom, it felt so fucking raw. She hit her knees and grabbed my dick and pulled it deep into her mouth. Sucking it clean for a second before she pulled me out of her and wiped her dripping mouth. Kneeling there smiling at me. I pulled her up and she kissed me. Deep. I pulled up my shorts and walked out.
We spent the rest of the day hiking along a canyon back to the springs. We stopped for lunch among the redwoods and talked about the classes she’d start next week. I loved walking behind her. Her legs were so lean and strong and brown and you could see the outline of her ass under her shorts and all I wanted was to be back in her again. Her stomach was so flat and I could see the outline of the gold bar piercing her right nipple. I knew how it felt in my mouth. I knew how it’d taste that night. The slight tang of dried sweat as I rolled my tongue over it and pushed my fingers into her pussy.
By the time we got to where most people camped, it was beginning to grow dark, so we put the tent up quickly and I changed into my swimsuit. She didn’t. I laughed and realized we were going skinny dipping. She was in nothing but her tiny running shorts and white sports bra as we walked towards the hot springs. The idea of being with her naked, outside, with other people made my stomach drop as I walked behind her through the darkening woods. We had fucked dozens of times. We had bought a leash and a collar. We had acted out a role-play where I was high school soccer coach, but sitting there naked with her, I don’t know, it excited me in a way few things had.
We got to the hot springs and it was more or less full, clothes and shoes and backpacks were dropped everywhere. without hesitation she pulled off her top as every person turned their heads to watch and then without hesitating pulled down her shorts and laid them on a rock. She turned to me and raised her eye-brows, her naked back and ass facing the springs. I could see over her shoulder that every man was trying not to stare at her perfectly naked shape bathed in shadows. She was smooth. A strand of her long black hair fell over her face. I smiled and pulled off my shoes and shirt and then my shorts, holding one hand awkwardly over my semi-erect dick and then followed her into the springs.
It was dark now and the air had grown chillier while steam rose above the springs. Several people kind of scooted to the side so we could sit down and her naked leg brushed mine and my dick instantly became hard. There must have been a dozen people in the springs but only a couple of people were talking to each other. I ran my hand up her thigh and through the crease of her hip. All I could think about was fucking her. It was like I was drunk and all I wanted and needed was her. She put her hand on my hand and guided it to her pussy. Holding it there against her smooth lips as my fingers began rubbing her clit. She was so close to the man next to her their thighs must have been touching. He was talking to some people who were across from him.
I could feel her hand move up my thigh and it felt like electricity was shooting towards my dick. She looked at me and smiled. It was completely dark now, I could barely see her face through the steam. She locked her hand around my dick and slowly began to stroke it as she turned to the group of people sitting front of her and started small talk. I was so fucking turned on. I slid my fingers passed her clit as she casually talked about the hike in with this couple sitting feet from us, and then pushed two of my fingers inside her. ‘UTI’s be damned,’ I thought as she let out a virtually unnoticeable gasp before continuing talking about how incredible Big Sur was. She kind of leaned into me and continued mindlessly running her hand up and down my cock while several people shuffled past and over us trying to get out of the springs. She continued talking to other people surrounding us, every once and while looking back at me and giving me a sly smile, as she ran her hand over my balls and then back up and down my cock. Her finger stroking the hole as I moved my fingers in and out of her. Her hips slowly grinding into my hand.
Over the next 30 minutes or so the springs began to empty out until only a couple of people remained on the far side of the of the pool. It had grown mostly quiet and it was so dark and steamy you wouldn’t even know they were there except for some quiet whispers. She had taken her hand off of me, and I had slid my fingers out of her, and we had been just sitting next to each other talking for a while. The moon had begun to rise to the east and there began to be shadows cast on the far side of the canyon. She pressed in tight against me. her naked tits pressed into my arm and then she was straddling me, facing me. Her body was so warm and slippery. Her thighs sliding up and down my thighs. I looked across the springs and could hear the other people but couldn’t really see them.
My dick had sprung back to life and was pushed tight against the front of her pussy. My hands slid under her firm little ass and squeezed as she pressed her lips to my ear, her hands tracing my back- “Tommy,” she teased her tongue over my earlobe, “do you want me to finish you off?” I let out a little laugh and she brought her hand down to my dick, pressing it tight against her pussy. She began grinding her hips against me as she pushed into my throbbing dick with her hand. Her tongue traced my ear, and all I could hear was her breathing punctuated by a soft moan or exhale. “Like that daddy,” she asked and I knew she could feel my dick throbbing against her. I leaned back and she stayed pressed against me. I could see the stars through the dark outlines of the trees. She let go of me and put the full weight of her body against my dick as she leaned forward into me. I could still hear the quite mumbling of the last group of people on the far side of the pool as I took her perfectly firm nipple in my mouth and she slid my dick against her clit.
My hands locked against her firm ass, pushing her hips even tighter against my dick until I could feel spasms building up, and my balls began to ache, and I let go. Her slight breast in my mouth as I jerked against her. She pressed her lips into my ear again, and I could tell she was smiling, “Just like that daddy,” she whispered as she continued to gently grind her pussy against my dick. I opened my eyes and wrapped my arms around her and held her there, our bodies sliding deeper into the pool. The moon had broken over the the edge of the canyon and the steam began to glow. She shifted her body so she was now sitting on my lap and we stared at the sky. These memories stay with you. “Alright Tommy,” she leaned her face back and kissed my cheek, “what’s the name of this moon?” I stared at the night sky. Her body felt so small in her arms. The murmur of the river below us. I pulled her hips tightly into me and pushed my face into her damp dark hair. “Well kiddo,” I mindlessly kissed her head, “only a fucking idiot wouldn’t know that’s the harvest moon.” She laughed and leaned back into me and we sat there silent. I could feel the pulsing of her heart and that’s all I wanted.
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