I went out with some of the folk at the agency I work for this evening and we went into town. Specifically, to a little restaurant that I like - and I like it because of a certain waitress who works there. She & I have a bit of history, namely that we met in a pub one night, got talking, she'd just broken up with her boyfriend and wanted some rebound sex and hey, I never turn down an opportunity. But that night, as great as it was, is another memoir altogether.
Let's just say that she was fucking gorgeous. Medium height, good toned body, nice full natural tits and a great arse and really good legs and feet. She always smelled nice, always tasted nice and she gave me one of the best handjobs I've ever had. Brunette too, which is how I tend to like my one-night-stand-kinda ladies, if that makes sense (P is a blonde).
She was on tonight, much to my relief and her face lit up when I went into the restaurant. She kept smiling at me, as my colleagues and I pored over the menu and she did that wonderful, sexy thing that women do - she kept biting her lip. And I knew enough about her, to know that she was horny.
When it was time to order the drinks, I offered to go to the bar and she came over.
"How are you?" I asked, "doing okay?"
"Single," she said, "how about you?"
"On and off," I said. "Off currently though."
She smiled and bit her lip again. I was getting hard just watching her.
"At the top of the stairs is a door marked 'staff', it's our bog. Go upstairs in five minutes, I'll be there."
"You're on," I said.
I got the round in, excused myself and went up the stairs. The door was locked, so I knocked.
"Morg?"
"It's me," I said and she opened the door.
She was standing in front of one of the sinks, wiping between her legs with a piece of tissue. "Give your tackle a quick swill," she said, "then into the cubicle."
I did as I was told, then went into the cubicle. She had undone her blouse and popped her tits out of her bra and I couldn't resist giving them a squeeze and thumbing the nipples. That made her groan, which just made my cock even harder! She was wearing stockings and a small black skirt - her stockings were hold-ups, which was fine, her skirt was around her waist like a belt and she'd already got rid of her panties. Her juicy cunt, speckles of water in the fine, dark fuzz that surrounded it.
"Pull your trousers down and sit on the bog," she said and I did, whistling gently when I pulled my boxers down and my cock sprang to attention. "Fuck, I'd forgotten how good that looked."
"If my cock looks anything as good as your entire fucking body does to me, I'd be more than happy."
She smiled and pushed me down, then pulled her leg up and settled one foot against the cistern. Her right foot pressed against mine, her cunt starting to gape right in front of my eyes.
