She a was young, slim, and fine looking woman.
It was a cold Friday night. He was alone, looked untidy and weary. He dropped his backpack next to a stool by the restaurant's counter and sat down to eat. He took off his jacket and studied the menu. This place is famous for mussels and potato salad so he was lucky to find a spot without a reservation.
With no one waiting at home ever, eating out alone didn't seem to bother him; as it does to most.
On the left back corner the busy kitchen sounds were loud and the staff ran frantically hurrying to prepare meals. The cook, a dry looking mean old lady, yelled at the staff constantly.
And there she was in the middle of that chaos: our shy and stunningly looking lady working earnestly, not loosing her cool.
You had to pay attention to notice, as he did when he finally decided about dinner. Staring off into space, regained focus and found her. She was wearing a white uniform shirt. No apron, dark leggings tight on her slender long legs. Pretty face, hypnotic eyes, and fine features.
Around 5'7". Brunette. Shoulders-length straight hair. And busy yes, clearly pissed off - who wouldn't - but, when she looked back at him, in his late twenties, short hair, manly, and good shape, he could tell she had a heavenly smile.
He slightly smiled back. There's something about him, she thought. A waiter served him dinner and he started focusing on the meal. A ladies table on his back made it impossible for him to disappear from the world. He said nothing but looked at them with tired expression, then turned back towards his plate.
During their only 5 seconds of silence that night, they looked at him with disgust: clearly below their class, they thought. Then again all that loud talking about their shopping, houses or boyfriend wannabes. The lead voice was especially obnoxious explaining how not on Earth she would go down on her boyfriend before they married, which caused a lot of giggling.
Meanwhile in the kitchen she was running from here to there dealing with chores: collecting the dirty dishes from empty tables, laying down big piles by the sink or throwing big pieces of waste to the trash can.
Those casual looks between them continued. A strange energy, like a powerful magnet, connected them. He had an awful week but still felt sorry about her: what an awful job.
He didn't notice but she saw him furtively when he stood up half way through his dinner. Passing by the kitchen, he turned left, walked down a narrow corridor, and, at its very back, turned right to enter the bathroom.
When done, he shook his willy, tucked it back in, zipped his trousers, washed hands and headed out not very eager to go back to all that chit-chating.
To his delight there she was. Escaping from her busy life and shyly looking down, leaning against the corridor wall.
The attraction led him towards her, body against body. She looked up into his eyes when he caressed her cheek with his hand. They met in a tender but strong embrace. It was intoxicating. Cheek to cheek, their lips met and kissed passionately. They felt soft and sweet. She pushed him back into the bathroom. They went through the entrance and then through one of the locker doors, which closed with a loud slam.
She drove his hands towards her breasts and hurried to unzip his trousers. He squeezed her firm tits over her clothes at the same time she was taking his cock out. The warm texture of her washing gloves felt amazing. So much that he got rock hard instantly given her package fondling skills.
Soon he made it beneath her shirt and started caressing her right nipple. The kissing was getting rough, her nipple got hard... they pushed themselves against each other with lust and passion. Then she stopped handling his cock, removed her gloves and kept them safe pressed to her leggings waistline band just fairly above that terse butt he has fondling with his free hand.
She knelt in front of him, cupped his balls with one hand, grabbed his trunk with the other, and devoured it like there was no tomorrow. He arched his head back: it was amazing. That beauty bobbing her head back and forth his shaft, her tongue doing wonders to his swollen knob.
Getting blown with such suction frenzy with her warm hands and warmer throat... he nutted in her mouth in no time. No drop was spilled when she let him free. Mouth sealed, she stood up and then leaned down in front of the toilet. She bought her hands to her ears and tucked away her hair on the sides behind them to spit out. With such a view a cock that was fading into spongy mode got all stiff again with a raging boner.
