Sint Maarten: The French waitress

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At 17 my parents took me to Sint Maarten for vacation. We were on vacation with another family that my father worked with. The other couple had a 16-year-old daughter, Karen, whom I had met a few times before. She was a prude and very spoiled. On the first night of the vacation, we went to restaurant for dinner that was at the harbor on the French side. Karen was very picky about the menu. I just started looking around ignoring her complaining. I noticed a waitress with long dark hair handling another table. Something about her accent was exhilarating to my ears. I had no clue what she was saying. She was around my age or a little older. Her blouse was tight and showed off her chest. I followed her as she walked back to the area where the other waitresses were standing. As she walked, I noticed her skirt was short and tight. Each step it seemed like it would pop up any minute. I was hoping she would drop something to have to bend over. My eyes traveled up her body I noticed one of her coworkers was talking to her and pointing at me. She looked at me coyly and I smiled, blushed. Caught looking. Her friend came over and took the order form the table.

She got to me, “Did you see anything you liked? On the menu that is.”

“I saw plenty I liked, “ I replied, “ as far as the menu goes. I’ll have the special.”

“Make sure you save room for dessert!” she walked away.

The food arrived and I started eating. As everyone was eating, I got up to use the bathroom. I walked down the hall and entered an area where some storage was, I obviously missed the bathroom. I saw the long haired waitress sitting on some boxes facing away from me. I couldn’t see well in the light but her hand was definitely moving in between her legs. I watched for a second and then a noise from the other hallway clang and she turned and saw me. She jumped up. I had obviously interrupted her.

“Excuse me,” I apologized, “bathroom?” I questioned and shrugged.

“Did you like what you saw earlier?” Her accent was getting me excited. Who could have thought simple words would be a turn on.

“Earlier and now… best around.”

“What about your girlfriend?

“Just friend of the family not girlfriend.”

She looked at me and smiled. She grabbed my hand and guided me back down the hall and into another short hall where I saw two doors and familiar signs. She took my hand that was in hers and held it up and she rubbed it with her fingers she kissed it and let go. I said “Merci, “ the only French I knew and went into the men’s room. As I walked into the bathroom, I realized her hand was moist before she kissed it and it was the hand that was between her legs that I was holding. I put it up to my nose and breathed in. That was a smell that I was familiar with. When I came out, she was standing there with her blouse unbuttoned and opened with her nipples barely covered. She asked if I wanted to have my dessert early. I nodded and smiled. She guided me back to the storage area. As we arrived in the area she turned and unbuttoned my shorts and pulled out my cock. She knelt down and started to suck on my cock. I was already getting hard from sniffing her pussy on my fingers. My shorts dropped around my ankles. With her mouth on my cock, I was standing firm in no time. Her lips moved up and down my cock. When my cock was rock hard, she turned facing away from me and hiked her skirt up. She had no panties on and she bent over slightly.

“Fuck me.” She said looking over her shoulder at me.

I need no further encouragement. I push my cock in from behind her as she leaned against a shelf unit. I grabbed her breasts and kneaded them as I pushed in and out of her from behind. Her pussy was loose and I slid easily in and out. I pumped away and soon we were moaning with delight. She was talking in French. I had no clue what she was saying but could tell she was in pleasure and the sounds of her voice were intoxicating. She was doing everything she could to not to be loud since we were just down the hall from the main room of the restaurant. I was doing everything I could to last till I could get her off. I looked on the shelf and saw some olive oil. I grabbed it and poured some on my fingers. I pushed my finger into her ass. She bucked at first but then pushed harder as I slid another in. She began to squirm more as I slid them in and out. I squeezed her breasts with my other hand as I pushed deeper into her pussy. I poured more oil on my hand and on her asshole. I then got an idea. I moved my hand from her tits to her clit and started to rub with my fingers. I slid my cock out of her pussy and pulled my fingers out of her ass. I pushed my cock against her asshole. She pull away at first but I pulled her tight as I poured more oil on my cock. After a moment the tip of my cock slid in. I pushed forward hard and my cock pushed right into her asshole. She gasped and I played with her clit as I pushed deeper. She grabbed her apron and put it in her mouth to keep her from screaming in pleasure. She pushed back against my cock and matched my rhythm as I fucked her ass. My oil covered fingers stroke her clit and my other hand kneaded her breasts. She started quivering and I could feel her juices flowing. Her body was bucking and shivering. I put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her towards me. She put her hands on the back of the shelf and pushed back against my cock. Her ass was tight and was squeezing my cock with each push as the orgasm rocked her body. I felt my balls tingle and tighten and my cock exploded in her. Pleasure raced through my body. I pumped my cum into her ass. She squirmed and shook as I pumped away. She was moaning and trying not to scream. I could not believe how good this felt. As our bodies settled, she began to lean back against me. My hands dropped and went to her tits and I pulled her against my chest. She moved forward slightly and my cock popped out of her ass. She let out a final gasp and turned to face me. She adjusted her blouse and kissed me and said “Thank you.”

I smiled and said “merci.”

I buttoned up my shorts and walked back to the bathroom. I wiped the sweat off and made sure I was straighten up then walked out to the table. I saw her talking with another waitress and smiling while she looked at me. I nodded and smiled. I sat down at the table and everyone was asking where I had been. I said my stomach was a little upset form the flight but I felt better after visiting the bathroom. Everybody went on about their business. I noticed the daughter of the couple that was with us looked at me and just smile. She nodded her head to the waitress and said, “looks like you made a friend.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I replied.

“I had to go to the bathroom after you I took a wrong turn and ended up in a store room. As I turned to walk out I heard someone coming so I hid in the dark corner.”

I looked at her kinda wide eyed and looked around the table. Our parents were talking and no one was paying attention to the two of us. I looked back at her.

She continued, “I just hid and watched, I guess she liked what she got based on her moaning.”

“I guess so.”

“Well hopefully she liked it as much as I liked watching. Nice ass.”

“Merci,” I said smiling….

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