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Summary: The story of a man in love who reluctantly finds himself the object of desire of a sexy young waitress. She attacks him aggressively, eventually using blackmail and seduction to try to force him to submit to her.
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So I go to this burger place probably every other weekend. It’s one of those semi-retro restaurants: you park, order outside the window, and eat right there. The place seems to make a lot of effort to hire only female waitresses, although the occasional unlucky waiter might hire the occasional male waiter. Not all the girls are pretty, but most are. Especially Alyssa, she’s right up my alley.
They all wear similar colors; however, Alyssa always wears nice tight little dresses that make people want to tip her even more. Tonight? She was wearing a pair of short shorts, probably the shortest I’ve ever seen her wear. Maybe it’s because it’s summer, you know? She was wearing a t-shirt that didn’t show much skin, but was at least tight in places up top. Something I’ve never seen before: she was wearing these long striped stockings. It really accentuates her legs and makes them look fabulous. She’s innocent, she’s sexy; she knows it.
I always park in the area where she serves. I’m sure she recognizes me by now because I smile every time I see her. It’s not like I wanted to meet her or anything. Honestly! My daughter Kristen and I have a great relationship. The truth is we’re all here together. Kristen knows I think this waitress is cute. She didn’t really care because it was all in good fun. We’re people who can say, yes, she’s attractive, or yes, I bet you said that, honey. Nothing comes out of it; no big deal.
Anyway, Alyssa isn’t my type. Of course, I think she’s great. So what? She probably just went to college. Nineteen, maybe twenty? I don’t really know; I’m a stickler for age. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not that old myself; college wasn’t that long ago , but still.
The point is: any normal person would want to see it. I had a lot of fun watching it tonight. She paced back and forth and waited for the car to bring back the pallet. I eagerly admire her whenever she passed me ( even though I try to look casual) . Especially her legs tonight. Damn those socks . I think she was shaking her cute little butt too much. Someone had parked in front of me and was paying her bill. She was taking out some money and accidentally dropped some . Does she bend down like a lady and then pick it up politely? Fortunately not. Her legs were straight as arrows and did not shake when she bent over, giving me a full view of her curved ass.
When she leaned back and handed the customer the money I completely lost my composure and found myself staring at her ass and open thighs. My cock was actually stirring in my pants! A light punch on the arm from Kristen broke my trance. I shook my head and looked at her. She looked at me with this disbelief, like do n’t stare at me . Now, we may be an open-minded couple, but everyone has some boundaries, you know? Despite my reluctance, I had a bright smile on my face. One of them read: Guilty as charged. I tried to lighten it with some flattery.
“Maybe you should work here. Do that a few times and I guarantee you’ll get an even bigger tip!”
She rolled her eyes at me, but I was pretty sure I was confused. Of course, at least, if I lowered my glazed expression a little.
We sat in the car for a while and slowly enjoyed our meal. This place was great for us because it gave us a chance to watch people talk without the hassle and noise of a “real” restaurant. It’s a nice gift after a hard week of work and, let’s face it. The fries were delicious.
As the meal was ending, I decided to pee before heading home. The restrooms were on the other side of the restaurant so I had to walk past all the cars on display. I tried to look casual; I knew there was at least one pair of eyes watching me in every windshield I passed. I know it’s nothing, but it’s one of those things everyone notices once they’re in it. So I did my best to look straight ahead and realized that Alyssa was walking down the aisle in the opposite direction.
I was still a little perturbed about Christine’s discomfort, and I felt a little awkward looking at her, so I kept my eyes lowered to the ground. As we came closer to each other, my eyes focused on her feet and calves and I once again admired how she looked in her stockings. Cute but sexy.
“Watch your step,” I heard her joke innocently. I instinctively raised my head and looked at her. She was a little shorter than me, but had a confident smile on her face. I smiled goofily and then giggled. “I don’t want my favorite customer to trip and get hurt!” she sang as she passed me.
Yeah, I’m sure she says that to all of them. What’s the big deal. I blushed just as stupidly under the gaze of a pretty girl, walked to the bathroom with a weird smile on my face, and for whatever reason I did my best to hide it.
So I went into the bathroom. It’s an old place and the facilities include a ladies room and a gentlemen’s room. Spacious! I got on with my business, and as I washed my hands, I had to admit I had a little daydreaming about Alyssa. Looking at myself in the mirror, I sighed and smiled. Calm down .
I was about to open the door and leave, but when I opened the door, I found a body waiting patiently outside. I was shocked when I realized who it was. Her back was to me, but when she heard the door open, Alyssa turned to me with a guilty smile on her face. Before I could figure out what was happening, she entered the room and slid her body through the half-open door. I took a step back, confused. After she went in, she closed the door with her foot and leaned on it.
Her hands were behind her back and she had a mischievous expression on her face, as if she had just gotten out of something. She turned her head to one side, as if listening through the door to make sure no one caught her. Then she looked at me. She bit her lower lip softly, her eyes full of concentration. With her hands still tied behind her back, she worked on lifting her breasts up and pressing them closer to her shirt.
I was stunned. To be honest, my first thought was that maybe she had pulled a prank on another waitress and was hiding or something. As my eyes roamed her body, my body tingled with nervous energy. God, she was so hot. An image of her leaning over me flashed before my eyes as I looked at her beautiful legs. I felt myself starting to get stronger, but at the same time, I thought of Kristen. Then I started to feel really embarrassed.
Of course, all of this happens in an instant.
“Uh…hi?” came out of my mouth.
Her face flushed and she smiled shyly. “Hi.”
I frowned a little and smiled and said, “I think you entered the wrong door.”
He shook his head. “I think you know I didn’t.”
I felt a big lump in my throat. Suddenly the room felt a lot smaller. She brought her legs together, put her weight on them and rubbed her knees against each other. I didn’t even realize I was staring at her legs again before my gaze returned to her face. I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was spying on her. A small feeling of guilt washed over me, but I was still excited.
“I wonder when we can get some alone time…” she thought shyly.
My heart starts beating faster. Is he here to find me? That’s not possible.
“Uh, I…uh, what?” I stuttered.
He pulled his hands out from behind and spread them out at his sides, as if nothing had happened. “Oh, come on, I see the way you look at me whenever you come here…”
My face turned red and I bit my tongue trying not to smile guiltily. She raised her arms above her head and stretched them up. The effect of this was that the bottom of her shirt pulled up, exposing a large portion of her stomach. I couldn’t stop myself from swallowing my saliva when I saw her skin and involuntarily my eyes went back to her body.
She lowered her arms and covered her stomach with her shirt. My head spindled as I took one last look at her shorts exposing her buttocks and thighs.
“Don’t worry, your girlfriend won’t stop you from watching now…” Her voice was soft, encouraging, but a little condescending. She played with the edge of her shorts with her fingers, carefully caressing the skin of her legs before gently pulling the fabric off. “What’s your favorite?” She asked innocently.
Now, I’m very nervous at this point. This hot girl was flirting with me. I don’t know how or why it happened. Whatever the reason, maybe it was nervousness, maybe it was something else, I tried to defuse the situation by flirting back . “Uh, I like these socks.” I smiled lightheartedly.
“Oh?” She got excited, very excited. She started walking toward me. I instinctively took a few steps back, but the room wasn’t large and I was already leaning against the sink. “So what do you like about them?”
He’s next to me now. My mouth goes dry as I wonder what’s going on. He puts one foot on the toilet seat and runs his hand over his raised leg. “Brilliantly?” he insists.
“Well, I don’t know, they’re uh…” My eyes traveled down to her legs, which were now much closer to me. Her fingers caressed her skin casually, and it looked so soft and smooth. Her shorts had moved up a little from where she was standing so I could see more of her thighs.
“Yes,” she sighed. “I think so. But are they just cute?” Her question somehow made me look into her eyes. Her eyes twinkled and she said: “Or are they sexy too?”
I laughed at his audacity. Still trying to stay calm, I agreed, “Yeah, that’s it.”
“I’m glad you think so. I wore them for you… You always come on Fridays…”
My heart was pounding in my chest and I suddenly realized my erection was getting bigger. I looked toward the door and realized I really needed to get out of there. Nobody takes that long to pee, you know? But as if she sensed my growing anxiety, she grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her leg.
I took a sharp breath and looked at him. “What are you…?”
Despite my reluctance, my hands had a mind of their own. I didn’t move away; I carefully caressed his perfect legs. When I touched them his eyes trembled a little and he sighed softly. My hard man grew big.
“I uh, I have to leave now…”
“Shh,” she smiled at me. She moved her head closer. A part of me tried to pull away, but there was no more room to retreat to. For a moment, I thought she would try to kiss me, but at the last moment, she brought her lips to my ear and softly said, “He doesn’t need to know…”
My heart is torn apart. Half of me is screaming, please, get me out of here… the other half is screaming, please, let him fuck me now…
I massaged the lower part of her thighs, inadvertently getting closer to her ass. On her part, she gently moved her hips forward, giving me a better chance to do the same. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and tried to control myself. When I felt some determination coming back, there was a twitch on my extremely hard cock.
I muttered, ” Christ!” as my eyes opened and I looked down to see her hands rubbing my hard-on through my pants.
” Well , you know better,” she whispered, “it ‘s Alyssa .”
“A-Alyssa, I-I can’t do this. I, uh, I have a girlfriend!” I finally removed my hand from her legs. I grabbed her wrist with my other hand and pulled her out of her package. She screamed and meowed.
“Don’t you want this?”
I put my hands on her hips and pushed her back, but fearing that my grip would be too tight, she slid her body down a little, allowing my hands to move to the sides of her shirt. I found myself hugging the sexy curves of the girl’s belly, lifting her shirt up to reveal her tummy again.
For a moment, I hesitated, the desire for her body overpowering my senses. She looked up and slid her body over mine. I ran my hands over her sides and her back. She pushed her hips toward me, putting more pressure on my throbbing cock. Her hands found my ass and she grabbed me and pulled me closer to her. I heard anticipatory moans escape the girl’s lips.
I know it’s bad; I don’t want it. But the incredible feeling of this sexy young body eagerly pushing against mine was enough to make any man re-examine his morals. My cock was so aroused now that any sensation through my pants sent shivers through my body. She sensed it and gently rubbed her hips against me, teasing my pleasure. Despite my good intentions, I felt like I was backfiring on her.
Rational thought was almost completely gone as I continued to hold him, my hands still on his back. He lowered his head and I felt his hot breath on my neck. I inhaled the sweet scent of his hair, which made me feel intoxicated for a while, and then let out a soft moan when I felt his warm tongue crawl up to the base of my neck and kiss softly along my jaw.
Some desperate part of me tried again to stop this from happening. “Don’t… stop…” Apparently my subconscious wasn’t into it.
She tilted her head back and looked straight into my eyes, her face glowing with triumph and anticipation. “Don’t worry,” she raised her lips, “I won’t…”
Her back arched away from me a little and her hands slid from my ass to the front of my jeans. Her fingers started working expertly at my waistband. The tent I had built was impossible to hide, and I admit I wanted to set it free. My hands reached her back as she shifted her position. I stared, seemingly helpless, as her hands unbuckled my belt and reached for my fly. Because she was still leaning over the back of the chair, her shirt kept riding up, revealing her delicate belly. Her shorts were only slightly pulled down, but I could still see more of her belly than before. They were so low and so close to revealing more…
I didn’t even realize that as I greedily opened my mouth, one of my hands had moved to her ass and was gently squeezing her sexy, tight backside. My jeans were now unbuttoned. She moved one of her hands under my shirt to my stomach, leaving my pelvic region almost completely exposed. I was ticklish there, and normally I would probably wince at that touch, but now it sent a wave of pleasure between my legs.
My zipper was down. Her other hand grabbed the waistband of my jeans and boxers from the front and slowly started pulling them down. We were both staring at my cock and waiting for her to come. I’m not sure which of us wanted it. Everything was so rushed; all kinds of thoughts didn’t have time to form in my mind, and instinctive desire overpowered them.
My pubic hair was exposed, then the base of my erection. It was pointed at the bottom and the feeling of it rubbing against my clothes as it was pushed around was disturbing. I closed my eyes and felt like I was at the point of no return. It’s that feeling when you’re driving and you’re hesitating at a yellow light, and then at the last moment, when it’s clear it’s too late to think about whether or not to drive, you step on the gas and the light turns red.
Just then we heard the sound of the door.
Someone suddenly opened the door from outside. I was terrified when I realized that Alyssa had not locked the door after breaking in.
Emotions surged through me at that moment. I shook my head, pulled my pants back up to my waist and anxiously tried to get myself back to normal. There was a smile in Alyssa’s voice as she answered the person on the other side of the door.
“Oh, sorry! I was just…” a brief pause… “…cleaning the facility. She did it very naturally, her voice was shy and flirty, using this strange excuse to completely hide the awkwardness she was feeling. I heard a male voice on the other side and immediately turned away, apologizing. For some reason, I realized that a part of me was worried that Kristen had walked in on us. I was relieved.
Alyssa closed the door and turned around. There was a wild gleam in her eyes that told me she had no intention of staying. But at this point I saw a look of disappointment on her face. She realized I was fully clothed and at least somewhat clearly thinking.
“Wow,” she exclaimed, “what are you doing?” She stuck out her lower lip and tried to make a “poor, pretty girl” gesture. But at the same time, she shyly pulled her shirt down below her breasts, which seemed harmless, but it was now clear to me that I liked to look at her long belly. For a moment I thought I might be able to get rid of my erection, but I felt myself starting to get hard again.
“I can’t-I can’t do this… I mean, I’m so happy, but… you know, I just…” I almost stuttered. I moved closer to her and tried to push her away from the door. She didn’t give in. Instead, she backed away as much as she could and spread her legs as if to block it with her body. She did this with a mischievous smile on her face, as if daring me to try to move her.
I was scared to touch her body just in case I would get carried away with lust again. Still, I cautiously placed my hands on her waist, making sure I only touched her shorts and not her skin, and tried to pull her towards the door. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling her body towards me, as if jumping for a hug.
I felt her body deliberately press against my cock, which screamed for attention again, and heard her whisper in a little girl’s voice, “Do you want me to beg…?”
Oh my god . I don’t know why, but it felt so sexy. For a moment, I actually felt weak in the knees. But I was so close to the door and the urge to escape was still on my mind. “Uh, you don’t – um, just – please, I can’t…”
I managed to push her away from my body, though her hands slipped away and she playfully grabbed the waistband of my pants. I was now in complete despair, and without thinking about what it would look like, I grabbed the door handle and pulled hard, opening it. Luckily, Alyssa eventually let me go.
I didn’t even look back to see the expression on her face. As I slipped out the door, I closed the door behind me. I took a deep breath and started walking back down the long path to Christine’s. My face turned red; I couldn’t help but think that everyone knew I was there with some waitress. Realizing that I still had traces of my intense excitement on me, I put my hands in my pockets to try to hide it.
