The phone was constantly ringing today at work at the restaurant. Usually I am up front with the customers, taking orders, serving their food, running the register and taking care of phone inquiries; but today was just insane.
The other girl who usually helps out for an hour or two during the lunch rush called in, the cook was out of ingredients for some of the menu items, and the prep guy didn't show. So, with only two of us working, it was going to be insane.
I worked the front, taking my usual duties plus the prep work in-between it all, I gave the cook the phone and an order tablet and told him to try his best and I'd be back if he needed help. The manager-owner of the restaurant was out running errands and picking up supplies, leaving us high and dry, making sure he told us to "man the fortress and have fun!"
"What a prick," I spat out in the kitchen. "I can't believe that fucker just left us like this. I guess when he comes back with all the groceries, he can unload it all by himself."
About a half hour into the lunch rush, things are hectic, but running smoothly. As soon as I put an order in, there is one to go out. It is odd to see the cook making all the food and handling the phone.
I brought an order out and check all the tables to see if anyone needed anything, and I hear the order-up bell ringing like a kid with ADD is playing with it. I run to the back and into the kitchen and the cook thrusts the phone in my face.
"For you, they asked specifically," he said.
"Who is it?"
"I don't know. They just asked to talk to you."
"Hello? This is Liz, do you need to place an order?"
"Hey babe, it's me. Listen, I forgot my lunch at home, can you bring me something from work on your break?"
"Mike, it's so crazy here. I don't know if I'm going to be able to take a break. Can't you come and pick it up?"
"Liz, I'd love to, but we're all stuck here with overtime and can't exactly leave for lunch with all these parts coming in to build these trucks."
"Okay, I can't promise you a time that you'll get food Mike, but I will try my hardest to be there by 2:00 with a lunch for you."
"Thanks babe, love you!"
I clicked the phone off and handed it back and barked out an order for him to start while I prepped the next set of plates to go out.
I handled everything smoothly until about 1:00 when the crowd died down. The owner-manager pulled up to the door and started to unload the groceries and asked for help. The cook and I looked at each other and laughed.
I told Ken to have fun unloading by himself because when we needed that extra person, he just split.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm taking my lunch. I'll be back within the hour," I said as I grabbed Mike's lunch and walked through the door to leave.
I drove the few miles to Mike's work, passed through security and parked near the door to the building that he works in. I grabbed his lunch bag that I made up and opened up the heavy steel door.
I walk through the maze of machines, knowing where to go from previous tours of his shop, and start to get whistled at.
"Hey baby, come shake some of that nice ass my way."
"Oh, hot stuff, can I call you later for some one-on-one action? Hell, I'm not picky; bring one of your girlfriends. We'll have some fun."
"Yo Mikey, your woman's here," said this guy next to Mike's station in a gruff voice, heavy from many years of smoking.
"Damn Liz, I just love it when you come here or home in your work clothes, you're just so damn hot."
"Whatever Mike, here's your lunch, I have to get going, this is my break."
"Sweetie, you're seriously giving me a hard-on from that outfit. We're going to have to go somewhere soon if you keep it up."
I was in a rush for work this morning when I was getting ready because mike wanted a quickie before he headed out, so I had minimal time to primp. I was wearing a black knee-length skirt, black v-neck sweater, and my black knee high boots with 3-inch heels. My hair was in a messy bun and sticking out everywhere and I was wearing my glasses because of the lack of time to put in contacts.
"That's it Liz, follow me," yelled Mike over the machine. "Hey Dave, I gotta run to the pisser, watch my shit, okay?"
"Sure thing Mikey."
With that, he was off with me trotting after him. We made it out of the building and headed towards his truck, he was walking slightly behind me and smacking my ass from time to time.
We get to his truck, he unlocks the door and tells me to jump on up. I sit down behind the wheel as he walks around to the passenger side and climbs in. I reach into my purse for my water bottle to take a drink and he sighs loudly.
"Liz, see what you do to me."
I glance over at Mike and see his full 7 inches sticking out from the zipper of his pants. He starts stroking himself, putting his head back on the headrest.
"Baby, do you want some of this cock for lunch?"
"Sure hun, I can spare some more time. My idiot boss can handle the fortress for a while longer."
I reach over and take his hard cock in my hand. I start sliding my hand up and down his long smooth shaft. With my free hand, I cup his balls and start to massage them.
"Oh yeah, baby. That feels so good!" says Mike as he puts his head back onto the headrest.
He reaches his hand out and puts it behind my head and nudges my face down into his crotch.
"Mike, is my mouth what you want?"
"Liz, I want all of you, how about this for starters?"
I leaned over and placed just the head of his wonderful cock into my mouth, closing my lips all around it. My tongue starts running slow circles around the head while my fingers are still stroking him softly.
"Mmm, Liz. Yeah baby, you know just what I like," he moaned, pushing down slightly on the back of my head.
I move my fingers to the base of his fully erect seven inches and start rubbing him slowly as I work my mouth and tongue down his shaft until my nose is touching his stomach.
I close my mouth around him and create a hard suction as I slide him out of my mouth, just keeping the head still in.
My tongue flicks all around the head of Mikes cock and in his slit, making him moan and squirm for a moment.
I start to take him in and out of my throat, a little faster each time. I deep throat him for a while, but can feel him getting close, so I back down and slowly suck on him.
I deep throat him a little more and slow down because he is so close to cumming.
