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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Sorry if this is a little dry, wrote it in a little bit of a hurry...... I do hope it's ok.
Arching back.
"MMM, right there" she demanded.
Slap.
"Fuck me harder" She said in a mousey voice.
BRRR. BRRR. BRRR.
I wake up. Sweating, heart pounding, my penis stood to attention.
I think about the dream, how I was taking the waitress.
How the clothes gave away only half of what her body looked like.
"Caging a beast" I said out loud and laughed a young mans laugh.
Young lust.
I got up and readied myself for work, making sure I wore the size "37" tighter shirt that day. I had no idea what the 37" meant, My was it was smaller than a 30, only just though. I wasn't fat at all, I was quite athletic, 7 years in Mixed Martial arts, Parkour & free running, and running 5 miles every other day.
I m 6ft Ish, with an athletic figure, and whatever that 37 meant, It meant a good looking day in the coffee shop when I get my break.
Maybe the waitress will see my body an chest, and possibly want more?
Naive.
I trudged to work.
Arrived.
Work. Work. Work. Work.
I clocked watched for 3 and half hours, until the time finally came.
I zipped into the office, sprayed deodorant over myself and ran as fast as the sticks could take me.
Flew through the door and picked up a pasta and waited in line.
She was there, the waitress was serving, and looked over to me.
"May I help"
"For sure! Can I grab this" I hand over the pasta "And can I have a large, regular coffee"
"Of course" She smiles
I think of something stupid to say in my head whilst there is no queue and she is fixing my coffee
"You know, I don't get all these coffee types, mocha, cappuchino, espresso, latte. Why not just give a guy a straight plain coffee? I mean, I'm not the sharpest tool in the box, but, I don't know what half of these are!"
She giggled a little, as she did her body convulsed very slightly, the pony tail swagged left to right, the breasts jiggled a slight bit, however her ass. DAMNIT. I couldn't see round to it, however, her thighs were incredible. They filled out her black tight work trousers. She looked a little bigger today, I thought cannot be a size 12/14, more like 14/16, but that doesn't bother me.
"You have a point with the coffee thing, but shhh, don't tell my boss, that'll be £6.40"
I paid her.
"I wont, thank you, have a good day!"
"You too, sugar is over there if you need it"
I walk off smiling, take some sugar and sit down.
A wooden block with the number "1" on it and my coffee, I get out my Bukowski book again and begin to read.
She leaves the counter to clean some tables. As yesterday the first position is assumed, leaning over a table and rubbing, the ass jiggling left to right.
In my mind I'm thinking "you dirty fucking bitch", however then question as to why, she's not doing it on purpose or to tease, she's doing her job, you idiot.
I watch, now, in silence, nor thoughts, just watching that juicy, plump ass wiggling and jiggling up and down.
I look down to my book and back up, she is looking at me, and places her legs closer together, so they are touching and she is bending over, then looks back to the 'dirty' table.
My cock grows a little. Not much, but a little.
She raises slowly, with the tray and walks off behind the counter, she is behind there for a while and I work my way through my book for a good 15 minutes.
Another member of staff enters and the waitress I like walks out back.
I watch her legs, those long toned beams. I would LOVE to be wrapped inside them.
She walks past, and drops a note on my table.
I go bright red and my heart races as If I've just been told I'm under arrest.
It reads.
"Hoped you like the wiggle. With her number under the message."
I write the number down and stay stuck in my book. She walks past again, this time in tight jeans and in a tight shirt, it's coloured with different shades of red and some black. She is wearing dolly shoes.
The hair is still in a beautiful pony tail, bouncing and swinging as she walks.
That ass, all that ass in those jeans. I want it. I want it. I want it.
I text her, I don't know what her humour is like, so I'll take the sarcastic joking tone,n "I'm the guy you waved the bottom at. Nice work, but it put me off my pasta, and the coffee was terrible! I may be popping in again, if you're on a break perhaps we could chat?"
I sent it.
YOU IDIOT. WHAT IF SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THE HUMOUR?!
I worry & delete the number, so I don't keep on texting her.
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