Some of you may have read my last story – the one with Suz. Well, despite us having dated for a few years, things only lasted a a couple more months after the events in that story. With both of us studying hard for exams, we had been taking less and less time to chat in the evenings, leading to the realisation that we weren’t actually that bothered by it. That coupled with the fact that I would be heading to uni soon (in the same country as Suz) I think it dawned on us both that neither of us really needed the other any more. We parted ways painfully, but amicably. The relationship had run its course, and whilst that hurt, we both knew it.
So by the summer I was single, and I had a couple of months to kill until heading to uni. I spent a good amount of this time working in a restaurant. I had already worked there a few years doing weekends just for a bit of spending money. The pay was okay but not great, and the restaurant, whilst being pretty high-end, could have been managed much better. It was always clean, and the food was great, but the pressure of the work environment was pretty intense. What made it better was the staff. I honestly got on amazingly with everyone who worked there, full-time and part-time alike.
Alex was special though. She worked there full-time, despite only being a few months older than me. She had left school early because her parents were shit, so she’d moved to the same town as me and started working. She was 19 and already spent three years paying rent and taxes, whereas I, whilst not being entirely irresponsible, hadn’t the first clue about these things. I found her ability to live in an adult world strangely attractive, perhaps because of how at odds with the rest of her that was.
She watched Disney movies constantly in her spare time. She listened to the worst teen-pop. She used a lot of teenager-ish slang and her voice was a little high, but in a cute way. She was also short, probably about 5’1″, with dark brown eyes and wavy auburn hair. Her butt was round and big, but deliciously perky, with breasts to match. If I had to guess I’d say a D or a DD cup, framed by a tight waist. Something about her always drove me wild dressed in trousers, a shirt and an apron, all black, carrying plates around with that little wiggle of her hips…
What really won me over, though, was how honest she was. Anyone who has worked in a bar or restaurant will know that staff parties tend to be regular and messy, and we were no exception. The restaurant had an apartment above it that the owner rented to staff that came to work for a few months whilst traveling, so Saturday shifts would invariably end with everyone, chefs included, going upstairs and getting wrecked until 5am. The first time I made it to one of these parties at the same time as Alex, we got chatting.
We had always got on well in work, with typically PG flirting and general teasing banter going on, but to a large degree all I saw in her was that A) She was hot, and B) Our tastes in music, film, and… everything, was wildly different. I think that night I must have teased her a little for having childish tastes, I may even have told her she needed to grow up (I was 18 and thought intelligent people could only like what I liked, don’t judge me now as I was then!). She quickly came back and told me about her situation, how she had left home and become independent, how she was making her own way in the world, how she only relied on herself. She defended herself well, and I was surprised by how passionately and articulately she did so. Needless to say, I felt pretty stupid, but she didn’t give me a hard time about it after that. I found I had a new level of respect for her, and that only served to make me more attracted to her.
It was a couple of weeks later and we all ended up out again after another late, busy shift. Alex and I had kind of been flirting extra hard the past week and this night even more so, more than the usual banter. I kind of felt something could happen, but decided to just let things play out. About 10 of us ended up going out, and I think it was somebody’s birthday, so instead of heading upstairs to the apartment as usual we went to a local club.
We must have been there about an hour by this point, and most of us were already 3 drinks in. I remember we were all standing around in a loose circle dancing, and Alex was at my 9 O’clock, with I think 2 people between us. Despite the fact that we weren’t directly in eachother’s eyeline, we kept catching the other looking. Every time I caught Alex looking she would quickly glance down with a cute little smirk on her face until I made up my mind to keep watching her until she looked again.
It didn’t take long for her to look up, and this time I was looking right at her with a thin smile on my face. She caught my eye, but she didn’t look away. Only a few seconds passed, but I swear in that moment we had a full-blown eye-fuck conversation. Subtlety be damned, I took her hand and led her away from the group to the side of the club where there were a few benches.
I’m just over 6′, and with our height difference things would be doable but tricky standing up, so we sat down. Without saying a word I leaned in to kiss her. Her eyes were closed and she was leaning forward in a second, and our lips met. Something that sticks with me about that kiss was how cold her lips were from the ice in her drink, but they were soft as well, just full and wet from whatever she had been drinking. We made out for a few minutes, just slowly, softly, not in any rush. Her hands moved up and down my forearms and up to my chest a few times, as well as to my neck and shoulders. I had been working out recently, so it felt good to have someone appreciate what muscle I had put on, and I pulled her closer letting my hands roam across her hips and thighs. After a while the kiss kind of subsided naturally and we slowly came out of whatever far-away place our heads had shared for that short time. Alex opened my eyes and gave me this shy smile through her eyelashes and murmured in a voice lower than her usual register, “You’re a really good kisser.” I’m not sure how true that was; maybe it was just something she told every guy she made out with, but it’s stuck with me since regardless, and right then I wasn’t about to question it.
We chatted for a minute or two and then agreed we should head back to the group. I’m sure by the way they were grinning at us they knew what was up, but I was drunk enough, both from the endorphins and the alcohol, that I didn’t really care. We danced for a while longer and the drinks kept flowing, but Alex and I found ourselves separated amongst the group again. Maybe we were trying no to be too obvious. Either way, we kept catching each other’s eye, this time with more heat passing between us. I could tell that, given the opportunity, stuff was going to happen.
Luckily, the opportunity did present itself in the form of the club closing for the night and everyone getting kicked out. It was still only about 2am at this point, so one of the guys living in the apartment above the restaurant at the time invited us all back to keep partying. Awesome.
It was only a short walk back to the apartment, so the group was still at peak energy by the time we arrived back. As these things often go, everyone instantly spread out. The apartment was kind of a weird shape, with the front door opening straight into the living room which had a large, unused fireplace. The fireplace kind of kicked out from the wall a fair bit, leaving just a small space between it and the window, which kind of sheltered the armchair in that corner from direct view of a large portion of the room. I quickly found myself in the armchair, with Alex sitting on the arm next to me, both of us with drink in hand.
We talked for ages, drinks getting refilled regularly, the hours passing by unbeknownst to us. I remember during the whole thing glancing down at her thigh, at her cleavage, how her tight work clothes stretched and clung to her curves. Eventually we realised most of the group had left to go home and sleep, and found ourselves 2 of only 5 people left – 2 of whom lived there. The last straggler excused herself to head home and to bed, and the hosts threw us a few blankets and said we could crash on the couches if we needed to. I lived a while out of town so I wasn’t about to try and find a taxi at that time. Alex on the other hand lived in the town, “I’m gonna crash here I think,” I grinned sheepishly, “but I can walk you home if you like…?” my words seemed to hang in the air for a moment. I knew I didn’t want her to leave, but it was only polite to offer. Alex bit her lip and sort of glanced around as if looking for an excuse for… something: whether it was to stay or leave I wasn’t sure in that moment, so I decided to nudge her in the right direction, “It is pretty cold tonight…” I offered, again leaving my words to hang in the air.
Alex looked at me directly and smirked, “Fair enough, you’re right; I don’t want to go back outside. It is kind of cold…”
I smiled back and picked up one of the blankets, offering it to her, “Which couch do you want?” I said, knowing quite well that only one of them was long enough to lie on, even for her.
She seemed to have the same idea, “We can share the big one. Turn around.” She said with another small smile as she wrapped the blanket around her. I did as I was told and faced away, only to hear the soft *flumph* of cloth crumpling into a heap on the floor, followed by a slight creak of floorboards as she stepped to the side and out of her trousers. I turned around to see Alex sitting on the couch, wrapped in the blanket and curled up, her bare feet just about sticking out, “You can’t sleep in your clothes,” She smiled, just barely pouting, a hint of tease to her voice.
I grinned awkwardly again and began unbuttoning my shirt. My heart was racing, I could feel her eyes on me the whole time. Stripped to my boxers, I wrapped my blanket around me. Alex motioned to the couch with her eyes, so I stepped forward and lay down on my side, facing outward. Wordlessly, she lay next to me. Even after a night in the restaurant and a few hours in the club her hair smelled amazing, just an inch or two from my face, like coconut and citrus. We were both still wrapped in our separate blankets, but the sofa wasn’t that deep, so Alex had her ass pressed up against me through the sheets.
My heart seemed to be pounding so hard I could hear it. There was no way I could fall asleep in that moment. I could sense Alex was still awake as well. We must have lain like that for a few minutes until I felt her hand shift in front of me. Slowly, lifted her hip from the couch, slipping the blanket out from underneath her and throwing it back across me, covering both of us. I followed suit and opened my blanket out, passing it over her side and leaving my hand against her, only now realising that she had not just taken of her trousers, but her shirt as well. Alex wiggled a little as if to get comfortable, conveniently ending up with her ass pressed up against my crotch.
By this point I had a pretty obvious erection, although my boxers were preventing it from sticking directly out meaning Alex probably couldn’t be sure how turned on I was. At least until she started grinding on me. It was subtle at first, just one little movement. I felt my engorged shaft press against her cheek and she hesitated, as if surprised for a second, before starting to move ever so slightly again, working the bulge in my underwear between her cheeks through her panties.
My hand still on her side, I began to stroke the soft skin of her belly, my fingertips tracing the line of her hips and up to her ribs. This went on for a while, both of us barely breathing, almost as if the wrong sound or movement would break the spell of the moment. I was getting more and more worked up now, and I could feel the heat from between Alex’s legs getting greater and greater. My hand continued moving across her skin, this time brushing across her breast through her bra, and almost inaudibly I heard her let out a small moan as my fingertips passed over her hard nipple.
I can only surmise that she had been waiting for that, because at that moment she reached back and slid her hand inside my boxers, pulling out my cock quickly. I felt her shift her weight and realised she had reached down with her other hand to slide her panties down around her thighs. I followed her example and slipped my boxers down out of the way, Alex’s hand still on my cock, and she slowly positioned me against her opening.
I remember being surprised at how wet she was, and how easily the tip of my cock slipped between her lips. She gasped a little and tensed up as it did, but slowly relaxed again. A few seconds passed with the head of my cock just resting there, throbbing with my heartbeat, until I felt Alex’s hand move away as she began to push back ever so slightly, her tightness resisting me pushing any further inside.
She continued to move her ass back onto me and suddenly her pussy gave way, my cock slipping inside an inch or two, coaxing another moan from her. “Oh my god, please…” she whispered, her voice ragged and breathy, desperate even.
That was all the encouragement I needed.
I took a hold of her hip and began thrusting deeper inside her, slowly, letting every inch of me fill her up, her tight wetness practically pulling me in. As I bottomed out I stopped, feeling my cock pulse inside her in time with her own walls tensing and relaxing again and again. We stayed like this for a few seconds before I slowly began to withdraw, coming almost all the way out before her lips gripped my head and I stroked back inside her, setting a slow, tortuously deliberate sensuous pace.
Alex’s breathing quickly began to speed up, and with every thrust she was pushing back against me, desperate get as much of me inside her as possible. I gripped her hip harder, picking up the pace a little, faint sounds of our bodies slapping against each other now intermingled with the wet noises and Alex’s occasional drawn-out moans. Before long Alex reached back again to take hold of my thigh, using me for purchase to pull herself back against me harder, pushing me deeper inside.
As the pace quickened, so did our breathing. It was hot under the blankets, and I could feel the sweat beading up against my stomach and chest and Alex’s back, but we didn’t care, all that mattered was this feeling. It was almost as if underneath these blankets was all that existed and the world outside was a distant memory.
Our pace continued to build, and I could feel Alex’s juices rolling down my balls and thighs now with every thrust. “I’m going to… cum…” she half-whispered, half-moaned, “…keep going… inside me… in me…” I felt her begin to tensed, as if a jolt of electricity had passed through her. Alex’s hand shot to her mouth as she slammed her ass back against me, pulling me close and finally pushing me over the edge. Every contraction of her pussy around me only served to strengthen my own climax and I felt rope after rope of cum fill her as I barely managed not to buck my hips with the force of my orgasm.
We lay there in the dark for minutes, both of us occasionally experiencing all those little bodily spasms and twitches that accompany the aftermath of a truly great orgasm. After that Alex got up, suddenly shy and wrapped herself in the blanket again, half-jogging to the bathroom to clean up. When she got back I went myself before rejoining her on the couch, where she turned to face me, resting her head on my shoulder wordlessly.
We both woke up the next morning with one of the owners of the flat pointedly clearing his throat with a grin on his face. There was a little embarrassment between both of us, as we realised how obvious it must have looked, but ultimately we didn’t really care; the staff at the restaurant were all pretty cool and woudln’t make a big thing out of something like 2 of us hooking up.
We did sort of go on a couple of casual, daytime dates after that, but I think we both knew we didn’t have enough in common outside of a mutual physical attraction and general friendship for it to go any further. Besides, I was heading to uni in the Autumn, so neither of us wanted to start something long-distance.
Still, I’ll always remember that night with ‘Alex’ as one of the best sexual experiences of my life, and I’ll always be thankful to her for it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5tirvw/mf_the_first_girl_from_the_restaurant
Good story. You’ll never forget her, even when you’re old.