Chapter 2
Saturday afternoon found me, as usual, busy at the diner taking care of a handful of tables. Nothing exciting had happened all day, and none of my regular, sexy meat-heads had been in yet to keep me entertained. It looked like a particularly boring day until a handsome stranger walked through the door and grabbed my attention.
I was in the middle of taking orders from a party of six, but I still managed to get a good look at him in between scribbling orders for chili-cheese fries and bacon burgers. I’d never seen him before, but that didn’t mean much, given that we always had a lot of tourists stopping in for lunch on their way to the beach. Something about this guy really captured my attention. He didn’t have striking good looks or the rippling muscles of my usual eye-candy — he was more on the cute side, but he did have a nice, athletic build.
He stood about 5 inches taller than me, had playful, gray eyes and full lips that I desperately wanted to bite. He didn’t look like a tourist; instead of their typical attire of flip-flops, baggy shorts and a faded t-shirt, he wore dark jeans and a button-down shirt. His light brown hair was a curly, tussled mass, slightly damp along the hairline, like he’d just gotten out of the shower. I guessed that he had just come from the gym, but unlike my usual customers, he had the decency to wash the sweat off of himself before coming to a place where people eat.
He walked past me and headed straight to the back of the restaurant. That was Christie’s section, my waifish, blond co-worker. I inhaled his scent as he passed — soap! He had definitely just gotten out of the shower. Even if this guy was only going to play the lead in my erotic fantasy, it was nice that he smelled good. I had been needing a change of scenery, I was starting to get tired of getting myself off with thoughts of the same, sweaty, muscle-bound numbskulls.
As a married woman, one might ask why did I need all this fantasy? Yes, I had a husband, a loving, perfectly amazing husband, but between working at the restaurant and going to Graduate School, he was under a lot of stress, and was rarely in the mood to play with me. On top of that, we had been fighting recently, about that very thing.
I had been trying my best for months now to seduce him but, so far, I’d failed. It didn’t make any sense; other men wanted me, my professors at the university wanted me. Hell, even some women wanted me. But the one person who I really wanted to feel between my legs, the one who had put a ring on my finger a few years back, the one I promised to spend the rest of my life with — I couldn’t get him naked to save my life. I wasn’t used to rejection and this sexual dry-patch hurt my pride immensely.
I finished up with the table of six and eagerly headed toward the stranger, but Christie was already at his table and had just started writing down his order. Damn, I thought, too late to ask her to let me have him. I watched his tasty lips move as he ordered his meal, and imagined what they would feel like pressed against mine. I started to get hot and rushed back to my station and poured myself a glass of ice water. I had to chug half a glass down just to get my head straight, and I sipped on the rest every time I glanced at the sexy stranger. I had to find a way to manage my restlessness — I couldn’t keep disappearing into the bathroom every time a hot guy walked through the front door.
My head was racing with thoughts of naked flesh and moist lips. I started making mistakes at my tables: taking the wrong food out, forgetting to refill drinks. I even spilled an order of hot fries on an old man’s lap. I couldn’t stop thinking about sex, and was lost in fantasy when Christie plunked down a large glass of freshly poured iced tea in front of me.
“Can you take this refill to table four?” she asked, “I need to step out and take a call.” I nodded, grabbed the glass, and headed for table four, which was in the back. It didn’t hit me immediately, but I soon realized I was headed straight for my tempting stranger.
I did my best to walk as casually as I could, and fought every urge to act seductively. My husband was busy in the kitchen, but the last thing I wanted was for him to come out and see me drooling all over a customer — that would be more than a bit awkward. Embarrassing for him, too, if anyone else noticed.
“Hi. Here’s your iced tea, sir,” I said as I placed the glass on the table. He reached for it before I could let go, and his hand brushed against mine. As soon as our skin touched, I felt a cold jolt of electricity shoot through me. I quickly withdrew my hand and looked away, hoping he didn’t see the excitement in my eyes.
“I’m sorry, ma’am.”
“It’s no problem; I’m just a bit… jumpy,” I replied. “Always been this way.” I certainly wasn’t going to tell him the truth about what his touch did to me. One thing was for sure, it was definitely time for me to run to the bathroom for a bit.
I turned around and walked away, shaking my hips just a little. I knew his eyes were on my ass — guys always stared at my ass; it just had that effect on them. The only guy who didn’t stare at my it was my husband, the person whose attention I really craved. He used to always joke that my ass was the first thing he noticed about me when we first met.
I looked toward the kitchen and saw Christie come back on the floor. I waved and pointed toward the bathroom. She knew it meant to cover for me, since we always helped each other out like that.
I practically ran, slamming the bathroom door shut behind me. I stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were wild and filled with lust. My hand had already reached up my skirt. I can get off once, real quick, I thought. That should lessen the tension, at least until I could get home and finally get my husband to take off his damn clothes and give me what I’ve been craving.
My fingers wiggled deep inside of me, moving in and out at a furious pace as I imagined the stranger kissing me, sucking on my nipples, and pressing his hard cock against my ass. I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them as hard as I could. I turned around to look at myself in the full-length mirror, but instead of my reflection, I saw the handsome stranger standing in the doorway. How long had he been there?
In my urgency to get off I had forgotten to lock the damn door. What the fuck was he doing coming into the ladies room? I looked around, one hand still under my skirt, and saw a dirty urinal. “Oh shit,” I gasped, “this is the men’s room!”
He must think I’m some kind of nymphomaniac, I thought as I slowly pulled my hand out from between my legs.
“May I come in?” he asked with a glint in his eyes. I said nothing, and he took a step toward me, letting the door close behind him. He looked calm, not the slightest bit fazed by my lurid behavior.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “but this is all your fault. I couldn’t help myself after your hand…”
“Touched mine?” He finished my sentence, stepping closer to me. “So, how can we fix this… predicament?” he asked, moving still closer. “Any thoughts?” he whispered as he leaned in, his lips floating only inches from mine.
“Let me see…” I uttered as he gently kissed the delicate skin below my jaw. His hand rubbed across my nipple through my uniform’s thin material. The heat from his hand flowed into my breast.
“May I… get a taste?” He looked at me with eyes full of hunger. It was the same look that my famished, muscle-born meat-heads had in their eyes when I plopped a juicy steak in front of them. He knew where my hands had just been and knew what they tasted of.
I took two of my fingers and brought them up to his face. He ran his tongue along their length, licking off all of my juice, before taking them both into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around them and sucked hard, desperate for more of my essence. I couldn’t let him have all of it, I had to get some for myself, so I kissed him while he was still sucking on my hand.
I reached my free hand around him and grabbed his ass, squeezing as hard as I could. It felt nice, round and firm. I kept squeezing and pulled him into me. He thrust toward me, pressing his, still-cloaked cock against me. I rubbed myself on his hard shaft, gently circling my hips and moving up and down in a slow, sensual rhythm. I turned around to get a view of the two of us in the sink mirror. I arched my back and bent my knees, pressing myself into him harder as I kept rubbing my ass in circles against his cock. I could feel him growing harder, which didn’t seem possible. How big was he going to get?
He bent forward, leaning into me and biting my neck hard. I didn’t give a damn if he left marks. Mike had been warned; I’d told him that if he didn’t give it to me, then I would find someone else who would. Maybe he thought I was joking, but still, he should know better than to ignore my needs. What else could he expect from me? I was too young and too full of life to let myself wither away because he wasn’t in the mood to have sex. If he found out — hell, he had it coming. And right now, nothing was going to stop me from satisfying my hunger.
The stranger’s bite stung. It felt so good, sending ripples of pleasure through my entire body. I reached back and tugged on his belt buckle, working to free his cock from its denim confines. I kept grinding myself against him as his hand reached down and guided mine in its effort to release his pulsing rod. My fingers brushed against the delicate skin of his shaft, causing both of us to shudder in delight.
I turned around and dropped to my knees, silently begging for a taste of his cock. I felt like a crazed animal ready to devour its prey. My heartbeat shook my body with excitement as I gazed at his manhood. It wasn’t the biggest I’d ever seen, but it must have been the hardest. It was solid as a rock and engorged with blood. It was hot, seeping heat into my hand as I began to stroke it up and down with a firm grip. I ran my tongue along his length, from base to tip and was rewarded with a delicious drop of pre-cum that sat glistening on the head of his cock, waiting to be collected. I licked my delicious reward from his swollen head and savored it for a moment before taking him into my mouth.
I wrapped my lips around his shaft and did my best to gobble him whole. I got his cock good and wet, making it easier to slide down my throat. He grasped the back of my head with both hands, guiding me into swallowing his entire length. I pressed my face into him, feeling him hit the back of my throat each time I bottomed out. His grip on my head became a gentle squeeze as he thrust himself into my face, sending his length deep into my throat. His grip grew stronger as his pace quickened, driving us both into a sweaty frenzy.
Suddenly, he stopped, grabbed my upper arms and pulled me up from the ground. “I want to feel you,” he said, roughly pushing my skirt up and out of the way. I took a step back and spread my legs slightly, allowing him more access. His hand guided the head of his cock to my moist opening. He entered, spreading me completely. I felt a slight tinge of pain mixed with pleasure. He let out a groan as he eased himself into me, my smooth, wet skin stretching around his entire length. He pushed himself in fully, balls deep, and cupped my butt cheeks with his hands. He lifted me and placed me on the sink. I prayed it was strong enough to hold our combined weight. He started pounding into me, fiercely — nothing would stop us from achieving release. The tension had built so quickly, so steeply, that it felt like I was on a runaway train. The only thing I could do was brace for impact.
It felt amazing to be so completely filled up by a total stranger. I didn’t know his name — and I didn’t want to. It didn’t matter; nothing mattered to me anymore, except the feeling of his granite-hard cock fucking the sense out of me. He pounded away, harder and harder. We were both lost in each other; two sweaty animals writhing together in a filthy diner bathroom. I began to feel that distant familiar build-up of pleasure forming in my core. His cock grew even harder and began throbbing rhythmically until he blew his load deep inside me. He let out a low, guttural grunt in my ear and bit my neck hard, sending me over the edge. My body trembled as a pulsing pleasure rolled over me. I pulled the handsome stranger closer in, devouring his mouth.
The door abruptly swung open. We forgot to lock the goddamned door! “Sorry,” the entrant muttered as he quickly retreated, the door closing after him.
“Fuck!” I uttered. It was my husband! I recognized the stupid red baseball hat he always wore. I popped my breasts back into my uniform and pulled my skirt down into position. My anonymous lover didn’t seem at all fazed by the fact that we’d just been busted. He calmly stuffed his shrinking dick back into his jeans and began straightening out his shirt. He leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away.
“What’s the problem?” he asked. “I thought you liked doing it in public.”
“That was my husband who just walked in on us.”
The blood from his face drained, and his calm bravado waned. He looked frightened, and I’m sure I looked worse. “Give me a boost,” I said as I slid open the window above the paper towel dispenser. He was more than happy to help. I squirmed through the window and he quickly followed, likely desperate to avoid a beat-down from a jilted husband who right this minute might be fetching something to use as a weapon.
We stood in the alley behind the restaurant, staring at each other. The air around us smelled of dirty fryer oil, grilled meat, and sex.
“So… we should do this again sometime,” he said.
“Probably not. No offense; it was fun.” I said, biting my lip.
“None taken. Hold on a sec…” he said, reaching his hand toward my leg. He gently wiped up a stream of his jizz that was running down my thigh. He held his fingers in front of me, glistening with the last evidence of our carnal escapade.
I leaned in, and with one long swipe of my tongue, I licked his fingers clean. I dabbed my lips with the back of my hand. “You certainly are some kind of gentleman.” I said.
“Always, ma’am,” he said with a quick wink, before turning and jogging down the alley.