I doodled on my notepad, tuning out what the restaurant manager was saying. I hated these quarterly meetings, but I was forced to attend because I was the team leader for the wait staff.
I didn’t want to be a waitress again, but this was the only job an eighteen-year-old could get while in college. The hours were crappy. The pay was mediocre. The only bright part was working around so many guys. The wait staff was mostly male, and they were all friendly and protective of me. My favorite part of the day was seeing Danny, my supervisor. I had known Danny for almost three years. I had previously worked with him as a waitress at a cheap family pizza place when I was sixteen. I had quit that job after six months and had missed talking and flirting with him. I was quite shocked to see him when I interviewed at the new restaurant.
Danny was thirty, tall, with dark wavy hair. He had a goofy personality and was fun to be around. Danny and I flirted all the time. I found myself coming in earlier and leaving later whenever Danny was around. I even came in on some of my days off just to see him and hang out with him. I was infatuated with him. It was just a school-girl crush. Just some innocent flirtation, I told myself. I tried to convince myself there was nothing more too it, but I couldn’t explain away the wetness I felt between my legs whenever he was around.
Shifting in my chair, I glanced up from the notepad, and caught Danny’s stare. I felt a little more daring today. I gave him a sexy smile, and licked my lips in a slow, inviting gesture. Danny smiled back at me. I leaned forward and mimicked giving the pen a handjob. Danny was watching my every move.
Finally, the meeting ended. I stood and bent over to retrieve my stuff, making sure Danny had full view of my ass in the skirt I was wearing. I then glanced coyly over my shoulder at Danny and smiled. I walked out of the room before Danny had a chance to approach me.
I put on my name tag and apron and walked to the front of house. There was a major dinner rush, and I was constantly running. Whenever I would walk by Danny, I would “accidentally” brush up against him, pressing my breasts or ass against him. I looked forward to plotting new ways to tease him and flirt with him. It made the busy hours pass by quickly.
Finally, business slowed down. Having only two tables, I was able to take focus on some of my other responsibilities. While waiting for the cooks to prepare the order for my final table, and waiting for another table to finish their dinner, I went into the very back of the kitchen and started washing some dishes. All alone, I began humming while scrubbing the big pots. I felt his presence before I saw him.
“You’re quite a tease,” Danny said, stepping towards me. I laughed.
“A tease is someone who makes promises but doesn’t follow through,” I said flirtatiously. Trying to keep the conversation light, Danny laughed.
“Don’t make promises you’re not willing to keep,” he said, stepping closer to me. Suddenly, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards him. His mouth descended on mine. His tongue swept over my lips and plunged into my mouth. I let out a small moan and kissed him back. Danny’s hands roamed over my body and landed on my ass. He caressed my ass, pulling me against him, pressing my body into his.
I threaded my hands through his hair and pressed my body to his. Danny released my ass, trailing his fingers up my body to my breasts. He squeezed and caressed my breasts, lightly pinching my nipple through my blouse. I let out a moan. Danny unbuttoned first one, then two buttons of my blouse, and slipped his hand into my shirt.
I felt the wetness between my thighs, and felt the ball of desire burn in my stomach. I gasped when Danny’s hand touched my nipple. His tongue was exploring my mouth. I stroked his tongue with my own.
“Order twenty-five is up,” shouted the cook from the kitchen. We broke apart, gasping for air. I quickly buttoned up my shirt, and went to get the food. I glanced back as Danny to see him looking as flustered as I felt.
I took a few deep breaths to regain my composure before delivering the meals. I checked on the second table, cleared their dinner platesm and took their dessert order. After putting the dirty dishes into the sink, I went into the big walk-in freezer to get the ice cream I would need to make the brownie sundae. Moving stuff around on the shelf to try and get to the ice cream, I heard the door open behind me. Turning around, I saw Danny rapidly approaching me.
Danny took me into his arms again, assaulting my mouth with his. I dropped the container of ice cream that was in my hands and pulled Danny closer. Danny’s hands were all over me again, stopping on the buttons of my blouse. He rapidly unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it open.
I gasped at the cold air hitting my breasts. Danny left my mouth and covered a nipple with his hot tongue, circling it, nibbling it, coaxing it to a hard point. I arched my back against his mouth, urging him to continue his onslaught. I reached between his legs and caressed his erection through his slacks.
I push him back, and quickly unbuckled his pants. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I pulled down his pants and boxers. His hard cock sprang out. Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, I reached under and stroked his balls gently.
Danny groaned as my tongue stroked up and down his hard shaft. He took my head in his hands and began thrusting into my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could as Danny continued to fuck my mouth. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I looked up at him.
“I want to fuck you, Jessica. I’ve wanted you for a long time.” Danny kissed me again, pushing me against the metal shelves. Danny quickly pulled down my panties and pushed up my skirt. He traced my pussy lips and felt my wetness. He inserted one finger, then two, while massaging my clit gently with his thumb.
I moaned and spread my legs wider. Danny pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy. I felt the ball of want in my stomach burning hotter and hotter. I moaned out his named and he pumped in and out faster and faster. I thought I was going to explode. Before I went over the edge, Danny stopped and removed his fingers. I let out a whimper of protest.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you and make you cum.” Danny positioned his cock at my waiting entrance. Without hesitating, he pushed himself into me. He reached around and cupped my ass in his hands. He lifted me up and leaned me against the metal shelves, only my blouse protecting me from the cold metal. I wrapped my legs around Danny’s waist as he started to thrust.
“Oh… Danny… it feels so good,” I gasped, bouncing to meet each of his thrusts. Danny thrusted into me harder, wanting to get as deep as possible. I moaned loudly, feeling close to going over the edge.
“Fuck me harder, Danny, harder! I’m going to cum. Don’t fucking stop!” I gasped and let out a loud, guttural moan as I came.
“Oh god, I’m about to cum,” Danny said, seconds before he went over the edge. He exploded inside me. He stayed inside me until the spasms stopped, and he put me gently down. We grinned at each other as we buttoned buttons and zipped up zippers.
I picked up the ice-cream and quickly rushed to make the sundae. When I brought it out to the table, they were clearly mad at the wait. I wasn’t expecting a good tip. But I already got…the tip!
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