Managing a small counter-service restaurant, I had a hand in hiring new employees. One afternoon, I interviewed a woman (we can just call her “A”) who had recently applied, and found her to be pleasant, chatty, and personable, in the way that one would want for a counter position. A was kind of plain, but cute enough in a natural way, plus-sized, and carried herself well. She was a couple of years younger than I was, and we had quite a few acquaintances in common. The interview was really just a chat, as I needed the help, and though she was no scholar, she was intelligent enough to take an order and count back the correct change. She was a little flirty, and I honestly enjoyed the attention, being in a bit of a dry spell. So I hired her on, and didn’t regret it. She showed up, did her job, and was pleasant company. After a couple of weeks, one of our other employees (let’s call her “B”) asked if A had been “weird” or had said anything off to me. I replied that she hadn’t, and was genuinely curious as to why. She seemed to be doing a fine job, and I had no complaints about her work, aside from her inability to remain quiet for any amount of time. She was a yapper. I had learned to tune most of it out, keeping just enough of an ear out to be responsive in noncommittal ways, so as not to be rude. B told me that A had been talking about me A LOT, lately, and she thought there might be some interest there. I asked B what A had said, and she told me that A was talking about being really excited to work a shift with me, in a couple of days. I laughed it off, and told B that she was just friendly, and probably just wanted to work with the one who’d hired her. B smirked, and said you’re probably right. I could hear the eye roll in her tone.
A couple of days came and went, and A showed up to her shift, practically dancing in the door, and spent the afternoon and evening working almost at my elbow, the whole time. Our kitchen wasn’t very large, and every time I turned around, I almost ran into her. She talked the whole shift, about her kids, about her best friend and her boyfriend, about her car, about some tv show she watched, and anything else that came to her mind. She made herself exceedingly useful and constantly asked me what I needed, or what she could do for me. She made flirty little comments and innuendos, edging right up against inappropriate, but never quite crossing the line. At the end of the evening, we had closed up the front, cleaned up the kitchen, and were getting ready to go. The other closer (in retrospect, thankfully not B) had left, and A and I were finishing up the few tasks left. I sat in the small office, counting the day’s cash, and locking up the safe. As I shut the safe, and turned to rise from the chair, A walked up very close, and stood over me, her impressive rack in my face, and looked down at me. She had found a moment to spritz herself with some perfume (a very flattering fragrance that made it hard to think). She said she really appreciated me hiring her on, and that she really liked working there, and especially with me. I thanked her for doing a good job, and for being such a pleasure to work with. Surprisingly quiet for a moment, she kept looking down on me, too close for me to stand. I think she was trying to decide on a course of action, or was waiting for me to take her secret hint, but she finally asked me to go get drinks at the Mexican restaurant up the road from work. I had an inkling that I wouldn’t be sleeping in my bed tonight, and the thoughts that began to form, mixed with that intoxicating scent of her perfume, caused a stirring in my pants. I said I’d be down for that, and we locked up and left. I drove, and she put her hand on my thigh as soon as she got in.
At the Mexican joint, we sat in a booth that was really too big for two, across from one another. A talked incessantly about nothing much, and sipped her margaritas, bumping her foot gently against mine. Halfway through dinner, I excused myself to the men’s room. Returning and sitting back down, I heard a light thump under the table, and before I could look, her socked foot was in my crotch. There was no hiding my hard-on, as the ball of foot was pressed right up against it, and I knew she’d never believe it was my pocket knife. I looked at her, not knowing what to say, and she smiled and said “I thought so.” I still didn’t know what to say, and so she said we should get out of there and go to her place. I told her I wanted to shower and change, and she told me I could do that at her house. After I mentioned that I didn’t have any clothes to change into, she grinned a delicious grin and told me I wouldn’t need them. Her kids were at their dad’s for the weekend, and she planned to spend the whole weekend naked. She said I could join her, and throw my clothes in her washer, and they’d be clean for tomorrow. Couldn’t turn down a day of guaranteed sex, could I?
We picked her car up, and I followed her home. Her house was small, tidy, and smelled like cedar and pumpkin. She led me straight to her laundry room, and told me to strip. She crossed her arms, pushing her breast up towards her chin, and cocked an eyebrow. I felt my face getting hot, and fumbled at my belt for a second before she finally asked me if she could help. She undressed me in her laundry room, quicker than I could have done it myself. Belt, button, zipper, then told me to step out of my shoes. Dropping my clothes in a heap next to her washer, she told me I could help her, now. I kneeled down, taking her shoes off. As the first shoe came off, her socked foot darted toward my hard-on, and she rubbed the top of her toes along the shaft, before pulling back, and offering her other shoe for me to remove. I undressed her slowly, first shoes, the socks. Her toenails were a light purple. (Odd, the details that stand out.) The jeans she’d worn to work took a little effort. They were snug, in the best way, and gripped her ass and thighs like they didn’t want to come off. I pulled them down, my face close to her pussy. I gently kissed the tops of her thighs, just below her white cotton panties and beneath the hem of her work t-shirt, which was the next to go. I stood, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, and pulled it straight up, baring her tummy as she raised her arms. As the shirt came up over her face, her black bra was revealed. There was a lot of coverage, but there was a lot to cover. Her shirt came off, and I set to work unclasping her bra. Reaching behind her, I pinched the material to one side of the hooks with my first two fingers, and ran my thumb across, unhooking all four clasps at once. She was surprised, and verbalized so. She began to talk about how no one had ever gotten it off so quickly, not even her, and that she was going to reward me. I put my hands on her shoulders, and turned her around, so her back was to me. Her back was freckled across the shoulders, and there was a butterfly tattooed across her lower back. She was still talking as I pressed up against her, my throbbing erection pushing up her panties, into the small of her back, my hands reaching around to grab her substantial tits. I leaned down, putting my face next to her ear and whispered “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” She went silent as I kissed her neck, my hands squeezing her breasts, my hard cock pressed into her. I released one tit to pull her panties down to her knees , and pushed that hand down under ass, finding her pussy, and discovered her to be incredibly wet. I whispered into her ear again. “You are SO wet. I like it. You don’t have to be quiet, I was being playful.”
She breathed out a little sigh, and said, “I kind of liked it.” So I slapped her ass and told her to drop her panties and go get in the shower. I followed her down the hall, watching her big ass jiggle.
Her queen sized bed was made, a dark red comforter on top. “We’re gonna fucking wreck that,” I told her. She smiled and walked into her bathroom. I heard her turn the shower on, and followed her in. She stepped through the sliding glass door into her shower, and I stood watching. She asked if I was going to get in, too. I told her I wanted to watch her shower, first. She she picked up her shampoo, standing under the water. Her sandy hair darkened as it grew wetter, and as she reached up to scrub the shampoo through it, her breasts flexed, and elongated. As she began to wash her hair, they jiggled and bounced nicely. I reached down and began to slowly stroke myself. As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair, she noticed. She started talking again. Telling me how she loved to see guys jerking off, and how hot it was to know she was the reason they were jacking it. She talked all the way through her conditioner and soaping up her body. As she finished, I stepped in, and told her to wash me, now. She took the soap and washed my body, spending a little extra time washing my hard on and balls. I knelt down in front of her, and she washed my hair, and scrubbed shampoo through my beard, and she talked the whole time. As she rinsed the shampoo from my face, she leaned down and offered me one of her tits. I pursed my lips, and sucked at the nipple she placed in my mouth. She moaned, just a little, and gasped as I bit lightly down. I stood up, grabbed a towel from the rack, and handed it to her. We dried off, and I took her hand and led her to her bed. “Lay down,” I told her. She put a hand on my chest and told me she wanted to ride me first. I pushed her hand away. “I said lay down.” Her eyes widened, and she sat on the edge of her bed, then laid back. I looked between her thighs, at her smooth, mostly-hairless pussy. It was buried in her pubic mound, a treasure to be dug up. So I dug. Fingers first, feeling around, touch on v, pressing, sliding, and then penetrating. She was wet. She sucked in a breath as I tapped her clit with the tip of a finger. “Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Yes, please.” She wriggled as I pressed more firmly on her button. I stood up, walked to the other side of the bed and laid down. She rolled over and looked at me.
“Earn it,” I said, pointing to my painfully stiff dick. She got up on all fours, and dropped her face right down onto my cock. Her wet hair was cool, brushing up and down against my thighs, as she wrapped her lips around my dick, and began to bob her head up and down. It wasn’t the first dick she had sucked, that was for sure. I tried to concentrate on not cumming in her mouth, since I had essentially promised her an orgasm. It got a little too close, and I told her to stop. She looked up at me with a confused expression, and reached to grab my dick with her hand. Again, I knocked her hand away.” I don’t want to cum yet,” I said. “Get back on your back.” She turned her lower half to me, and I pulled her legs up over my shoulders, as I leaned in to bury my face in her pussy. I ran my tongue around the opening. Pushing it inside as far as I could. “I like the way you taste,” I said, then pressed my tongue against her clit, and began to rub it across, as I closed my lips down around it and sucked on it. I slipped a finger inside, beneath my chin, and turned it palm up, as I added a second finger. As I licked and sucked, I curled my fingers up, drubbing at her g-spot. A couple of minutes of this, with her wiggling and moaning, and she grabbed the sides of my head and orgasmed rather loudly. She lay gasping for a second, as I sat up and reclined back on the bed. She said it was my turn, and pushed her face toward my dick again. “No,” I said. “Ride it now.”
“Yes sir,” she said, throwing a leg over me like a cowgirl mounting her horse. She lowered herself onto my dick, her wet pussy sliding down, and her big toys falling right into my face. She began to rock back and forth, her huge jugs swaying. I felt myself getting close to cumming, and tried to hold back. She worked back and forth for a minute, and the orgasmed again. Loudly.
“Get off and suck the cum out of me, A,” I told her. She dismounted, leaned down, and took the head of my cock into her mouth. And began to work her tongue on the bottom of the head. I tangled a hand into her wet hair, and pushed her head down, pushing more of my hard on into her mouth. “Suck the pussy off me, A” I said, as I pushed and pulled her head up and down the length of my dick. Pretty quickly, I felt the need for release. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” I said. She stopped bobbing up and down, but kept her lips tight around my tip, as I unloaded a couple months worth of stored up cum into her mouth. She held on until I was done, then looked me right in the eye as she swallowed it.
“Best head you ever got?” She asked, smiling.
“Yes,”I said. “Shut you up for a few minutes, too, didn’t it?”
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