I fucked a hot little waitress in the restaurant bathroom on Christmas Eve and made her swallow [MF]

Shortly after the family was seated at the table, Robin appeared and introduced herself as our server for the evening. She immediately caught my eye with her short brown ponytail and green eyes peering over her mask, and beneath her server’s apron a pair of tight black leggings clung to her fit, petite legs and round ass. She stood a couple inches taller than her natural height in a pair of new looking Doc Martens.

“A drink for you, sir?” she asked, as I took in the rest of her figure over the corner of the menu. I selected a glass of champagne and she went to retrieve it along with the rest of the drinks.

A couple minutes later, she returned, and set the flute of bubbling golden wine in front of me last. She leaned in just a little bit closer than I was expecting and slid the base of the glass across the white tablecloth in front of me with her spread fingers and neatly manicured nails.

“The Tattinger, sir.”

“Thank you.” We locked eyes just for a moment and I saw her cheeks lifted in a smile under her mask.
I took a sip, this glass effervescent and Pinot forward, the bready flavors and aromas of the yeast relatively subdued. After a moment, I stood and excused myself to the restroom, which was up a flight of stairs on a relatively unused second floor of this grandiose mansion qua restaurant. On my return, Robin was at the bottom of the steps near the maitre d’.

“I love your jacket,” she offered. I stopped to acknowledge the compliment with my own smile.

“Thank you, dear.” It was a very elegant jacket, a dark burgundy velvet apropos of the holiday season. “It’s new. I’m glad you like it.” I looked back at her and smiled again as I returned to my seat.

A little while later, I caught her looking at me again as I gently swirled my second glass of wine, this time an Opus to go with the entree. The aunt across the table from me was telling some kind of story, and I nodded, pretending to listen, as I was making eye contact with Robin over her shoulder. She leaned over to clear some glasses from another table and turned just so that I could see her little ass while she was doing it, I was certain. As she finished collecting the glassware, I excused myself a second time to the restroom. I came around one side of the hallway and she the other, the empty glasses safely bussed back to the kitchen, and met her near the bottom of the staircase.

“Could you please direct me to the restroom?” I asked. She knew that I knew exactly where the restroom was.

“Certainly, it’s right this way. I’ll show you,” she responded without missing a beat. I followed her up the stairs, and reaching the relative privacy of the landing, I put my hand on the small of her back and guided her into the women’s restroom.

Entering behind her I flipped the bolt on the door and popping her mask off one ear, pulled her close to me with a deep kiss. Eagerly receiving it, her left hand was immediately on my shoulder and her right hand on my neck, both of my hands gripping her firm ass cheeks. We kissed hard and fast, the glints of attraction immediately boiling over. I pulled her hips to mine and felt my cock getting hard as I leaned back against the locked bathroom door.

Now turning her against the door, I kissed her neck and maneuvered my right hand under her apron and down the front of her leggings and panties, my fingertips sliding over her trimmed bush, the mound of her clitoris, and into her already wet pussy. She softly moaned with the stimulation but I quietly shushed her. Didn’t want to make any noise.

I undid my belt and unbuttoned the fly of my dark jeans, and breaking from my kisses she reached down and did the rest, pulling my now fully hard cock out over the waistband of my underwear and gripping it in her right hand. Dropping to her knees and looking up at me with her gorgeous green eyes, she ran her pink tongue up the shaft and swirled it around the head before taking the full length into her mouth. Now I was shushing myself to not make a sound as her lips slid over my shaft and her chin grazed my dangling balls.

Looking down over her, her Doc Martens sticking out behind her, I grabbed her neat brown ponytail and guided the sucking, bobbing her head up and down my dick. Her lips and tongue did the rest, swirling and stimulating inside. I felt my balls begin to tighten up as the head of my cock slid down into her throat several times. Tears were forming at the corners of her eyes but she was taking it like a champ, refusing to gag on my shaft.

Letting her gasp for breath, I pulled my cock out of her mouth. She stood up and wiping the spit from her chin, she kissed me again and started pulling her leggings and panties down to her knees. I assisted and turned her to face the sink, and dutifully she grabbed the corners and looked back at me expectantly. I grabbed the base of my cock and guided it to her waiting pussy lips and pressed the head against them, letting the wetness of her saliva mingle with the wetness of her pussy as the head started to slide in. She lifted herself up just another inch on the tiptoes of her chunky soled boots in order to take my dick, reaching back to grab my forearm as it pushed between her ass cheeks and inside her, filling and stretching her tight pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered as quietly as possible as I began thrusting in and out of her, the only other noise coming from my belt buckle rhythmically jingling and the bathroom fan.

“Mmmf. Mmmmmf!” she muffled her own moans as I fucked her deeply, the head of my cock sliding over her g spot from this angle. I looked at her in the bathroom mirror and took in the surreal moment, absolutely pounding the pussy of a total stranger. Her eyes were half squinted with pleasure and she bit her bottom lip to restrain her moans as her body was thrusted back and forth by my aggressive stroking. I reached under her now untucked white collared shirt and bra, my fingers groping her almost flat chest and smooth abs. I pulled back on her torso to arch her back and increase the pressure on her g spot, and she responded with more muted moans, gripping harder on my forearm.

“Oh… please don’t come in me,” she said. I wasn’t about to shoot my giant day-and-a-half load of hot semen in her young, tight, and probably very fertile pussy, but the thought was certainly very appealing.

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” but I did feel a dangerous dribble of precum from the tip of my cock. I pulled out, eliciting a soft gasp from her and turned her around again. She dropped into a squat, her stretchy leggings now around her ankles, and gripping my cock again with her left hand, took it back into her mouth, and began vigorously fingering her clitoris with her right. Tasting her own pussy on my cock, she looked back up at me and my hand again went to the back of her head, tightly gripping her ponytail. I wasn’t going to last long, and neither was she. As she closed her eyes and brought herself to a shaking orgasm with her fingers, my stomach tightened up and warm tingling spread down the shaft of my cock to the tip.

“Mmmm…” she grunted, her eyes opening again as the she tasted the first squirt of my come, still fingering herself as the next several pulsing gushes filled her mouth. Taking a moment to catch her breath through her nostrils, she swallowed my entire load with a gulp and let my cock out of her mouth, sucking gently on the tip as it slid out. Bending over, I grabbed her cheeks and kissed her deeply, helping her stand.

“Holy fuck that was hot,” I whispered. “I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Me either,” she agreed, wiping come and spit from her chin. She quickly pulled her leggings and panties up and tucked her shirt back in as I washed my hands in the sink.

“I gotta go back – I’ll let you know the coast is clear.” She nodded in understanding and I slipped out the door, straightening my lapels and tapping my fingertips on the door to indicate nobody was waiting to discover our secret tryst.

I returned to the table. I couldn’t have been gone even ten minutes.

“Everything ok?” uncle asked, half teasing. “Yes, quite alright,” I said with a half grin. Robin reappeared a few minutes later to check on the table. Nobody else could have noticed the few hairs now out of place and the new wrinkles in her shirt, and she gave me a knowing, but not too obvious glance.

“More wine, sir?”

“Not tonight, but this glass was really exceptional. I’ll definitely be back for another some time soon. Maybe I’ll even get a bottle to enjoy at home,” I said to her with a smile, swirling the last half ounce in the glass.

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