My brother and I were opening up a new restaurant. It was a bit of a gamble for us but he was a superb chef and we were both willing to work hard. Would you believe all the red tape you have to go through? It's like they don't want you to succeed. We stuck it out though and were due to open shortly.
One last thing we had to do was get a health certificate from the council. Not a problem, I thought, because everything was new and clean. We had a man from the council coming around at about four to give us our inspection and certificate. My brother was off doing some last minute shopping and panicking and I was at the restaurant alone, feet up, taking it easy.
It was only two o'clock when the damned man showed up. Two hours early. He was lucky there was even anyone to meet him. But I was polite. No need to get his back up, after all. The fact that he was not all that much older than me, and quite a dish, helped. He introduced himself and told me to call him Tom. He liked to keep things friendly.
Anyway, he crawled all over the place, occasionally taking notes down in his little book. The entire time he was examining the place he was also flirting with me, and I quite happily flirted right back.
He finally finished and to my horror he looked at me, shaking his head. Needs work, he tells me. Needs work? The whole place was brand new and unused. What work could it possibly need? I asked for further detail and he gave me half a dozen of the nit-pickiest little flaws you could imagine. A set of fingerprints on the stove? Etc. Etc.
Not one of the things he mentioned couldn't have been fixed in thirty seconds flat. With time left over. I protested, but he just shook his head and looked doleful.
The odd thing was, even though he wasn't giving us the certificate, neither was he rejecting us out of hand. He was just kind of standing around looking sympathetic. It suddenly dawned on me that this nice man that I'd been flirting with was looking for some sort of payoff before he signed off. Bastard, I thought, trying to think of how you go about offering a bribe.
"Um," I said, "I don't suppose you, ah, um, you could. . ." My voice just trailed away. I didn't know what to say.
He was looking at me and frowning.
"You wouldn't be trying to offer me a bribe, would you?" he said repressively. "That would be totally against the law and not only could I not accept I'd have to report it."
So what the fuck did he want?
"No, no," I said hastily. "I was just wondering how long we have to get these things cleared up. I mean, you're not officially due here until four o'clock."
He gave me a cheerful grin.
"Ah, well," he said. "I suppose there's nothing too serious here. I suppose I could sign off on the assumption that you'll attend to these items and give me a kiss."
I was earnestly nodding, thinking yes, just sign off. I'll do the bits and pieces, and then that last bit hit me. I sort of reared back and gave him an 'are you kidding me' look.
"Just a friendly kiss," he said, and I could see he was laughing at me, "because I'm doing you a friendly turn."
Well as far as I was concerned it was a case of what the hell? I mean, I've kissed some frogs in my time and he looked more like a prince than some of them.
So I gave him his kiss and then stepped back and he just shook his head.
"I meant a proper kiss," he said, and then he just pulled me towards him and kissed me.
Bloody hell that man could kiss. He must have studied the subject to do it that well. In nothing flat I was completely lost in his kiss, quite eager to expand my education in this area.
Now I want to explain something to you. I was wearing a long strapless sundress. You know the sort of thing. It had an elasticized top that holds it up above the boobs, with the skirt reaching down to my ankles. Naturally, with a strapless sundress I was also wearing a strapless bra. My panties were just a simple thong. Very simple. Any simpler and I wouldn't have been wearing any. But the point I'm trying to make is that my dress was ankle length.
That's why it came as a distinct shock to me when I felt this big fat cock starting to push its way inside me. I just froze for a moment, trying to sort out what was what. It dawned on me that the movement of my dress against my legs hadn't been just the dress rubbing against me but the dress being drawn up and bunched around my waist. My thong had proved as much as a hindrance as a bit of string (which it resembled) and had just been flicked to the side.
While I was sorting all this out, that big fat cock had pushed past my lips and was starting to make real ground in getting to know me. I managed to pull my head away from Tom, breaking the kiss and looking at him in shock.
I was going to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but it was bloody obvious that he knew. Even as I went to open my mouth he gave this little push, and he sank in even further. I wanted to tell him to take it out when my predicament suddenly dawned on. If I said stop, would he refuse to give us the health certificate?
While I was dithering, Tom was acting. His hands closed around my bottom and the next time he gave a little push he also pulled on my bottom, resulting in his erection pushing all the way home. Just like that I was suddenly skewered on Tom's cock, mouth hanging open in shock and extremely aware of what was going on.
