It was a wednesday night. Anyone who’s worked in the service industry knows wednesdays can be a toss up.. either you get slammed, it’s a graveyard and anything in between. I’d been working as a server for 2 years or so at that point while going to school, and talking to hundreds of extra new people every day forces you to practice your sociability or get fired. I like to think I got really good, at least, good enough that my managers weren’t afraid to call off our 3rd server on a wednesday.
I was wearing a fairly standard industry outfit that night; a nice pair of sneakers, deep blue jeans that hugged my butt ever so nicely, a subtle but stylish belt and a tucked black turtleneck top that generously helped what little cleavage (A cup, check my profile) I have with a pleasant boob window. Top it off with a nice smoky eye and I was ready to make some tips.
Well, it didn’t go great.
It was actually a phenomenal catastrophe. I work at a brewery, so we mostly cater to small groups looking to relax and enjoy conversation over a few beers, meaning our table flip times are longer than normal and our sections are bigger to compensate. With the 3rd server gone that night, those sections got even bigger. I swear half the city came in, it was pandemonium.
For over 3 hours straight we rocked that crap out of that crowd. You become a multitasking god remembering extra orders for tables, refilling water and coffee, running food, answering phones and making cocktails. A whirlwind that pushed me to my limits trying to manage almost 70 people by myself, I was sweatin’. In the end, when the rush wound down, I found time to let my fiance know I would be home later and I was proud of myself for holding it together and making some nice cash.
The other server and I tried to keep up with side duties like cutlery roll ups and tray sets but we both knew it would be take forever to re-stock the place. It delighted me when I saw my fiance sitting at the bar, assuming she was there to keep me company whilst we did the more mundane tasks.
I went to say hi at the next available opportunity and she gave me a big hug. We chatted for a few minutes before I did another round. When I got back, she told me to meet her in the bathroom in a couple of minutes before getting up and heading to the washrooms. She had never done something like this before, I assumed we were going to make out a bit and she would try to ruin my makeup.
I let the team know I needed a break to blow off some steam, something we all trust each other to manage, so I knew no one would come looking for me for at least 10 minutes. I went to the bathrooms, which instead of mens and womens we have 10 small rooms all with a toilet, sink and lockable door. Very private, great feature. I found the only one that was locked and knocked, replying to her when she asked who it was.
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I was shocked in the bathroom, she assaulted me when I turned toward her after locking the door. She definitely tried to ruin my makeup, and it was a dirty, hot and heavy makeout session from the get go. Her tongue was playing with mine between her biting and gently pulling on my lips. Eventually she pulled back and told me I had been a really good girl before showering me with more compliments, really leaning into my praise kink. She kissed down my neck, along my sensitive collarbone and gave me mini hickies on my shoulder muscles.
I tried to tell her I needed to go back to work and push her away, to which she relented slightly. She told me that if I had to leave, then she would give me something to remember her by for when I got home. She sat down and asked me to step toward her before unbuckling my pants.
I was so nervous at this point, I knew my time was sort of running out and this was more than a new level for me, this was kind of public play. Something I’d always had a fetish for, fantasized about, but never acted on. I had butterflies in my stomach that shot down to my pussy, almost making it throb and definitely making me wet. She massaged my hips a little, probably sensing my feelings, then she pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees.
She turned me around and pushed my top half onto the sink, exposing my pussy to her, showing her how much more wet I was than usual. She blew on my aching pussy, that cold sensation annoying like usual but oh so tantalizing. She waited a moment, long enough for me to think she might be capturing a picture but I never found out before I felt the first sensation of soft warm tongue. I couldn’t help but exhale and moan a little, the tip of her tongue slightly parting my lips and teasing me further.
She told me then that I didn’t have enough time for her to satisfy me, like it was my fault that she wanted to suck my face. Instead, she said she would leave me with something else. I then felt her finger press against my asshole, cold and slippery, obviously lubed up. She massaged me for a moment, helping me relax and rubbing her thumb slowly deeper against my pussy, until eventually she was pushing on my opening.
I had the revelation at this point, I knew what was happening. I asked her breathily if she had brought my favourite buttplug. She kneaded my ass a little and I could hear the smirk in her voice when she said yes. A princess plug with a purple gem in the heart shape, it’s the perfect size and sits snugly pushing my buttons when it’s in. I feel so naughty, and hella sexy when I use it.
Slowly, she pushed it against me, I could feel extra lube running around my ass and onto my pussy. She thrusted gently, giving me time to acclimatize to the feeling and eventually I could feel my asshole letting it deeper and deeper each time. I began panting, it felt so dirty, so deliciously bad, I knew I was leaking from my pussy at this point right in front of her face.
I felt the buttplug hit the point of no return, where the widest part slipped in and my butt sucked it up to the hilt. I let out a gasp before moaning as my body quivered with the pressure in my ass. My fiance removed her thumb from my pussy and gave me a long forceful lick from clit to butthole, sending me sprawling over the sink and moaning breathily. I almost came, I was so damn close.
She gave me a moment before slapping my ass, bringing me back to the real world. She pulled my panties up my legs, pushing them over my damp pussy and securing them against the buttplug firmly wedged in my ass. I could already feel them getting soaked. She stood up and moved to the door, checked her fitbit and told me that we’d been in the bathroom for almost 20 minutes, people would probably be suspicious. Then she unlocked the door, and LEFT.
I bent down to pull my jeans up, standing up straight and feeling the plug move around inside me, sending ripples through my body and making me weak in the knees. I belted up, put my apron on, checked my face and hair before taking my first few steps out onto the floor. I was moving slowly, letting myself adjust to the oh so present metal princess plug in my ass.
I didn’t see her in the brewery at all. I asked the manager if she had seen my fiance, to which she replied that my fiance had immediately left. She figured we were having an important conversation and my fiance left in a huff. We talked for a few minutes, me fidgeting the entire time and rubbing my thighs together, feeling my panties get unreasonably wet. I asserted I needed to do another round before I settled into the side duties as an excuse to get out of her sight and let myself shudder. I could feel my pussy pulsing in tune with my heartbeat. My skin was on fire, my nipples were hard as diamonds and every step felt like little zaps of electricity along my spine.
I managed to close out the last 45 minutes of service without incident. When the last customer left, I told the other server what duties she should leave me to finish up before heading home, I was just going to pop to the bathroom. I knew I needed to cum. I knew I was going to cum, either in the bathroom or in the car. I knew I was going to be punished for not asking permission, I didn’t care.
I locked the door, pulled everything down and jammed my fingers against my pussy, leaning on the sink for support. I was feverishly working my clit, feeling my body clench in response, tightening on the buttplug and pushing it out before pulling it back in, almost like fucking myself. In the mirror I could see the mess of a horny desperate girl. I was open mouthed panting at my reflection, resting one of my legs on the sink and pushing my fingers further and further down to the opening of my pussy. I brought my other hand forward to work my clit and pushed my middle finger inside, it was pure bliss. Like scratching an itch I didn’t know I had. I think I came at that point, or shortly after, but everything became blurry and fuzzy as my mind focused only on the powerful contractions happening across all of my pelvic muiscles. I know at some point I pretty much fell onto the toilet, hands still unconsciously working my clit and slowly dragging the pad of my finger across my g spot.
Best. Orgasm. Ever.
At least, so far.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t42bl3/long_my_fiance_surprised_me_during_my_shift
Damn 😏😘
Omfg that is so hot