She heard the bell jingle on the diner door, damn she thought it seemed she was never going to get a break. Thirty minutes until closing time and another customer, doesn't anyone eat at home anymore? Oh well she needed the tip money anyway. The place had completely cleared out 5 minutes ago and she thought she might make it to her apartment above the diner before midnight, so much for thinking.
She was about average height and had curves in all the right places, her hair was long and wavy. She usually tried to tame the waves because her boyfriend liked it long and straight. Tonight, she had that hair up in a ponytail because she couldn't control the frizzy waves and the kinky curls and had had no time to fix it before her shift. She checked herself in the mirror by the bathroom, she looked at her short black skirt and her white t-shirt (standard uniform for the diner) it hugged her in all the right places and was still reasonably clean after a long shift. She always wore white stockings with black heels, she knew when she leaned over to clean the tables her skirt rose and the guys could see the stockings attached to her garter belt. Since the diner was mostly frequented by the cowboys on the neighboring ranches she had found it increased her tips. She wasn't easy or promiscuous, she liked to think of herself as an entrepreneur. She used what she had. With that last thought and a sigh, she turned to look at who just walked in and ruined her early evening.
He was tall and lanky, she could see his dark hair peeking out from the edges of his cowboy hat and the springy curls in the V of his button up shirt. Dust covered jeans and well-worn boots let everyone know he wasn't someone pretending to be a cowboy, he was the real deal. He took his hat off and looked around for a table, he chose the table in the corner as usual and sat with his back against the wall.
She had seen him before, she had served him before. He was usually straight to the point, knew what he wanted, ate his meal in silence, would leave a generous tip and go about his way. It was late for him to be coming in, he usually came around 6:30pm when the diner was bustling with activity. She didn't typically speculate about her customers but this guy, well every time he came in she could feel her blood start to vibrate in her veins, her palms got sweaty, her breath quickened, her nipples hardened and she became moist between her legs. He affected her, without ever saying anything, without ever touching her, he affected her in a primal way. She hated it, she didn't like to lose control of her own body. She didn't even know him. Her current boyfriend was a nice guy but no matter what she did he was asleep by 9pm and the only physical relationship they had was always instigated by her. She didn't care if she ever had sex in the missionary position again. She knew she should end it, she knew she needed something he just wasn't capable of but he was good to her, better than anyone had ever been, he had a job and he was nice and she hadn't had a guy with a job or someone who was nice in a long time.
He made her nervous, she knew it was ridiculous, she knew she shouldn't want to but she couldn't help herself she wanted to touch him and the closer she got to him the harder it was to not reach out and run her hand down his face, down his chest, inside his shirt and up his thigh to touch his dick, she could see the bulge in his pants and he was packing. She pulled herself together as she walked up to his table and she wondered why the change, what had him coming in to her diner so late.
"Hi, can I get you something to drink? Are you ready to order?"
He had removed his hat and had it setting upside down on the chair next to him, he hadn't even opened the menu on the table but he ordered a beer and the chicken fried steak special. She put the order in with the cook and grabbed him a long neck. She used the church key and popped the top on her way to the table. She set the beer in front of him and walked away.
She didn't know it but he watched her walk away, watched the sway of her hips. He had been coming in the diner for a while now, ever since he saw her wipe down that first table and her skirt rose revealing her garter belt attached to those stockings. A woman who would wear that while waiting tables, that was a woman he wanted to get to know a little better. He figured it was a ploy to get better tips and he appreciated that she used what she had to get what she needed. She had never even been flirtatious with him, he thought she seemed to even avoid him. This intrigued him and he was not easily intrigued.
