Andrew and Tisha were both standing in the alleyway. It was a little section of the dining area that led back to the kitchen. It was here that servers would enter orders on the POS system, grab checkbooks, and chat away from the customers.
It had been a busy Saturday-night shift, but things were finally winding down. Tisha looked up at Andrew with a flicker of her eye. He could tell, there was something on her mind.
“What’s up?” Andrew asked with a smirk.
“Oh, nothing.” Tisha chuckled.
“You aren’t giggling to yourself for nothing. What are you laughing at?”
“Welllll,” she wound up.
Andrew had a feeling that he knew what was coming. It was only a matter of time before someone at work discovered his private persona. He wasn’t doing a great job of hiding it at this point; he had gotten a little careless with his online presence. Even so, the thought of being found out caused his spirit to stir with a nervous excitement.
“Go on,” Andrew prompted her to continue.
She smiled up at him with a look on her face that fell somewhere between fascination and embarrassment. “I found your Tinder.”
“Oh! Did you?” This confirmed Andrew’s presumption.
“Mhm.” Tisha nodded her head, biting her lower lip. “I didn’t know you were into that stuff.” Blood was rushing to her face, but she couldn’t resist the opportunity to find out more.
Understanding of her interest, Andrew’s worry eased. He felt more secure in the conversation knowing that Tisha was responsive to the idea. “Did you like what you saw?” he asked.
There was a newfound heat beaming between the two as they locked eyes. “Mmm, I might have,” she smiled, trying to maintain some level of coyness. She wanted to tread carefully, and based on what she found on his Tinder profile, he seemed like the type to take the lead anyway.
“Well, here we are talking about it at work. I’d say that’s a good sign.” He placed his hand on the side of her thigh.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Her hand grazed over his forearm. They stared into each other’s eyes, pulling closer together. It was as if there was an invisible gravity bringing them toward one another.
Andrew brought his lips to Tisha’s ear and spoke in a low whisper, “I think I’m gonna have to show you firsthand the kind of stuff I’m into. How’s that sound?”
Tisha could feel his lips curl into a smirk against her ear. Her heart was racing. Sure, the night was winding down, but they were still on shift. What if someone saw? Her mind was running circles, but she was too enthralled by him to pull away. The way he spoke, the way he looked, the way he towered over her. She couldn’t help but nod her head and reply, “Mmm, that sounds good to me.”
Andrew pulled away, guiding Tisha’s hips toward the kitchen. “Let’s go back to the storage room. I need to show you something.”
Once they hit the kitchen, he took his hand off her hip, trying to be natural. They passed by one of the other servers and a few of the cooks who were all cleaning up their stations. They kept walking until they reached the dry storage room. It was tucked back, completely out of view to anyone who wasn’t in it as well.
“Turn around,” Andrew ordered.
Tisha twirled around. Her face was directed toward the storage rack, and her back was facing Andrew.
“Get me a pack of napkins.”
Tisha looked up. The napkins were all the way on the top of the rack. Andrew could have reached them much more easily than she could have. She looked back at him uncertainly. Dissatisfied with her hesitance, Andrew slid his hands down Tisha’s hips. He brought himself close to her. She could feel his bulge grinding against her ass. His face leaned in for a whisper.
“Go ahead, get them for me. We don’t have all FUCKING night!”
The aggression that he momentarily channeled made Tisha’s heart flutter. She turned around, looked up, and reached, trying to do as she was instructed. She extended herself upward, then tried tipping her toes.
“C’mon, you can do it,” Andrew chuckled as Tisha struggled.
She reached, trying as hard as she could to grab one of the packs. But suddenly, she felt a gripping pain sinking into her ass. It dug through her black leggings, causing a gasping noise to escape her lips. Andrew’s hands were now grabbing at her thick, round ass.
“Shh, shh, shh,” he laughed sadistically in her ear, encouraging her to stay quiet. His hands squeezed and released in rhythmic succession. He gave her ass a gentle slap. He was attempting to be cautious of the fact that their co-workers could potentially hear if they made too much noise, but he was still going to have his fun.
“Shittt,” Tisha let out. Her mind was also mulling over their chances of being caught.
Andrew rolled down Tisha’s leggings, exposing her gorgeous, dark-brown ass. Her front-facing apron was still tied around her waist, but that did nothing to cover her backside. She was amazed at Andrew’s reckless audacity. But she was also really worried. The last thing she wanted was someone coming back to storage and seeing her butt hanging out.
“Jesus Christ, you have such a nice ass,” Andrew smiled with a slap to Tisha’s butt. His strong Caucasian hands contrasted nicely against her jiggling, bubbly ass. “Back your legs up, lean on the rack, and arch you back for me. Got it?” he instructed.
Tisha nodded, then obeyed. She reared her ass with Andrew’s hips as he gave her some space to bend herself over. She placed her hands on one of the lower racks that stood about as high as her hips. Then, she arched her back, sticking her ass out into Andrew’s bulged-pressed apron.
Quickly, Andrew unraveled his apron and threw it to the side. He unzipped his black dress pants, sliding them down a bit along with his blue boxer briefs. His big, white, erect cock fell out of the briefs, teasing the underside of Tisha’s pussy. Blood was pumping through the veins of his shaft. He could hardly wait to tear into her.
Tisha looked back at him, trying to see what was going on. His cock felt so good throbbing between her thighs. She could feel it jolting as blood rushed through him. “Please put it in,” she begged.
Andrew flashed a deviant grin, then parted his lips, allowing spit to drool from his mouth. It landed on his shaft where he quickly stroked himself, smearing it onto his skin. “Are you ready to see what I’m all about?” he jested toward her. Tisha nodded, but Andrew wasn’t looking for a reply. He lined himself up, then pressed his weight forward, sliding his cock into her tight, wet pussy.
“Fuckkk,” Tisha let out as a pleasurable pain jolted through her body. The tension of waiting for him to put it in has passed, but now, a new pressure was stirring inside of her. She could feel his cock reaching into her. It kept going deeper and deeper until he pulled himself back. His tip almost hit her opening, then he pressed forward again.
Andrew leaned into her until his hips were nestled tightly against Tisha’s butt. He held himself in position, keeping his throbbing penis lodged deep with her. She shook her ass around his dick, sliding her body side to side, causing her ass to jiggle in front him. Andrew couldn’t help but give Tisha’s ass a set of double-sided slaps. The sight before his eyes was memorizing. The way her ass twerked around his big, hard cock. The way she was bent over and arched her back for him. The way their skin tones contrasted against each other. It was all overstimulating. He could feel himself dying to burst inside of her.
Tisha began shifting her weight forward and back, causing Andrew’s cock to glide in and out of her. Andrew stood static for a moment, allowing Tisha to milk the pleasure from him. Then, his nails dug into the top corners of her ass. He took a firm commanding grip, treating her skin as handles for him to leverage. He began to form a pace, thrusting his cock into Tisha’s pussy as she sent her body back to him.
The shared motions caused Tisha’s body to shake with enjoyment. She increased her pace, desperate to feel more pleasure. Andrew replied in kind, staying in time with Tisha’s gliding. The two moaned in unison as their bodies shook together.
The thrusting had caused Andrew’s black dress pants to fall to the floor. His boxer briefs had fallen too and were now wrapped around his knees. His fluffy, blonde hair bobbed as his body bounced off Tisha’s ass. Clapping sounds echoed from their bodies and out toward the kitchen area as their moans strung together.
Andrew grunted and moaned as his dick tore into Tisha. The thrusts were more aggressive now. He could feel himself moving towards a climax. Tisha moans were firing off carelessly. The volume was increasing to a dangerous level. Andrew could feel her body shaking vigorously against his.
“Fuck, I need to cummm,” he let out. His nails ripped into Tisha, sending waves of pain through her body.
“Mmm, shittt,” she wailed, feeling completely consumed by the sensations shooting through her legs.
Andrew’s forceful pummels heightened. He continued sending lumbering shots to Tisha’s throbbing pussy. He wanted this moment to last forever, but his body was begging to cum. He shoved his cock deep into Tisha as waves of sensations danced across his body. Quickly, he pulled himself out and began wildly stroking his dick.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk. That feels so good, that feels so gooddd.” His mind was melting into an absolute mess. All he could do was repeat himself as warm ropes of cum shot from his cock onto Tisha’s ass. She could feel the milky juices seeping into her skin. His cum rolled down her ass, dripping down her thighs and falling to the floor. “Jesus fuckkk.” Andrew was still moaning as he evoked the last of his juices from his extremely sensitive dick. “Oh my god. That felt so fucking good.” He grinned at Tisha who was trying to regain her bearings.
Andrew reached to the top of the storage rack and ripped a set of napkins from one of the packs. He pattered the napkins against Tisha’s ass, cleaning her off.
“Damn. You really made a mess.” Tisha smiled, turning around and leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss.
“Mmm,” Andrew reveled in the embrace.
As their lips pressed together, Andrew rolled Tisha’s leggings back up, covering her ass. He had done a decent job cleaning Tisha’s ass off, but some of his cum was still underneath her leggings. They finished their long kiss, then pulled pulled away. Andrew put his apron back on and gave Tisha a grin. “Go to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up.”
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