So, I guess a little about myself would be in order. I am a pretty average guy. About 6' even, 160 lbs., average build - not overweight or anything, but not a toothpick. Like I said - average. At the time this takes place, I was about 19. I worked at a local restaurant chain as a night shift manager to help get me by while I finished college. The job wasn't great, the pay wasn't great, but it got me by. And as any young college-goer knows, free food is always a plus. And to top it off, there were always plenty of just out of high school girls working the counter at the place.
This brings me to one of the other advantages to working here... The store owner was very particular about how the place should be staffed. Guys were always hired to work in the kitchen, cooking and washing dishes and such. Females were always hired to run the front of the store - taking orders, working the cash registers, etc. And the best part(for us single, young guys working there at the time) was that he had a kind of dirty old man complex going, and it was almost guaranteed that the girls hired to work there were at least 9's, if you know what I mean.
So anyway, the night started just as any other. A little slow when I got there and clocked in, had an unusally bad day and was in a worse mood at this point, and just started drowning myself in my work. As the night went on we got busier and busier, people made mistakes and I blew up on a few of them, wrong I admit, but I figured if I was having a crappy day they might as well too. Coming towards the end of the night, there was a small lull in the business and a few of us wandered away to the break room for a little bit to get out of the always hot kitchen area and get off our feet for a bit. While hanging out, Jenn asked why I was being such a jerk this evening.
"Just a bad day, I guess." I responded, staring back a little to let her know I wasn't in the mood to talk about it much. My eyes scanned her quickly. Taking in her cute, well-tanned face, with those shiny light-green eyes and full lips, looking back at me, obviously not happy with that answer, and probably still a little upset for yelling at her over a mistake she made earlier in the evening.
My eyes continued glancing as she turned slightly away to glance over the schedule posted on the wall behind her. I watched her light brown hair twirl around with her head, barely reaching down to graze across the top of her shoulders as her head turned. With her now looking away from me, and the rest of the crew returning to their areas to start working on cleaning duties and leaving the two of us alone, I decided to look a little better now. I followed her soft, subtle curves up and down her body. She was a very good-looking girl, and even managed to be one of the few that could pull off looking hot no matter what she wore, even in the uniform required by the restaurant. The smaller, tight-fitting shirt pulled tighly against her more than ample, perky breasts. Trailing down over her flat, tone stomach to where it was tucked into her shorts. And the shorts had to be the smallest, tightest pair she could find. Wrapped around her firm, tone thighs as if they were painted on, and just barely covering one of her finer features, her tight little ass.
Feeling that familiar twitch in my own shorts, I decided to focus back on the security monitor in front of me, happy that there were still no customers coming in and making me work. Just in time too, as she turned around very shortly after to complain about her schedule again.
"I just can't believe they put me on Saturday night. I asked for that day off almost a month ago to make sure it wasn't a problem..."
"Yeah, I know. That kinda sucks." I reply shortly, getting slightly tired of hearing about it. "But I told you that if the week goes okay, I will talk to the owner and see what we can work out."
"You are so sweet!" she says excitedly, leaning in to give me a quick hug, and I can feel her soft breasts press against my arm as she kneels over me, wrapping her arms around my neck. "I just hop you can. And I'm really sorry about messing that order up earlier. If there is anything I can do to make up for it, I would be happy to. I really need that day off for my family's summer camping trip."
"We will see what we can do. And define anything..." I tell her, a sly grin reaching across my face.
"Oh, you are so silly." she says, giving me a playful slap on the shoulder, smiling, then walking back out front to work on her own cleaning duties.
The rest of the night went fairly slowly. Not very busy, nothing to out of the ordinary. As the night came to a close and the cooks went to cleaning up the kitchen, I made my way up front to start counting the registers and working on the nightly paperwork. The counter holding the two registers also housed a display case where the pies, cakes, and other desserts were out to see. As I stood at one register, next to the glass doors under the counter to access the back of the display case, Jenn came up behind me and poked me in the side.
"Move over grumpy!" she exclaimed, wanting me to be out of her way.
I moved to the side slightly, as out of the way as I could be while doing my work up here. She bent down and began wiping down the case, all but the glass doors she was holding open to clean the inside. Occasionally as she cleaned the case from side to side, her arm would bump against my thigh or side. She would giggle and politely excuse herself as she went back to her work. A few of the jabs seemed more purposeful, and I would try my best to jump to the side and quickly dodge her swings towards me. This quickly became a game that lasted for a few minutes, with her smacking her arm against me a few times before I would catch one on it's way and move over. She laughed each time her arm would meet my leg or side, and on more than one attempt came a little closer to my inner thigh than was safe. Especially considering this little game, and more importantly glancing down to her on her knees - with her tits softly bouncing around as she moved - was causing that twitching to stir up again, and I could feel myself getting slightly aroused.
She stood up eventually (with a silent sigh of relief in my head, before my excitement was noticed, although there were a couple times it was questionable whether she had pulled away quick enough not to notice) and told me she would need to get some more glass cleaner from the storage closet before she could finish the doors, but would finish her other duties first. I watched as she walked out from behind the counter and began sweeping the floor in the dining area, a little slower than usual. In fact, most all of her closing work lacked the normal rush she often displayed, making it apparent she was not in a big hurry to get out of here tonight as she normally was.
Things calmed back down and went into the normal end-of-the-night lull as everyone finished their work. Some of the mistakes made earlier in the evening were really screwing with the paperwork I was working on, and I was still up at the counter as the other employees finished their work, clocked out, and left for the evening. After some time, there was just Jenn and myself in the store. She finished what she was doing and went to retrieve the cleaner she needed earlier, telling me that was all she had left.
I tried to concentrate on my work as she came back and knelt down on the floor next to me again. This time she seemed to be making it a point to sit as far away from the refrigerated case as possible, complaining that it was cold. Not that I had a problem with that, as this position required her to lean forward quite a bit, and with her now untucked shirt sliding up her back, gave me a pretty good view of her lower back. Glancing down frequently at her soft, lightly tanned lower back...my eyes following it down to the top of her shorts, which seemed to tauntingly start just above the curve of that tight little ass.
I again tried to focus on my work as she slid closer to me, coming to this end of the case. Again her arm seemed to slightly rub against my leg every so often, with another quick giggle or apology. I smiled down to her and told her I should be out of her way in a couple minutes. Her arm slid into me again. But this time something was different. It wasn't quite the same playful jabs I felt hitting me earlier. These last few times seemed to last a little longer. Yes, her arm was most certainly pressing into my leg now, not just slapping against it. The rubbing against my leg became more frequent, and her arm would hold in place a just slightly longer each time. Her arm again coming closer and closer to the inside of my thigh, and my again hardening cock.
I knew if this kept up there was no way she would not notice what would soon be bulging from my shorts. But it still seemed strange that she would now be holding her arm against me. As I debated this in my head, it happened. Her arm brushed against me again, this time her upper arm rolling over my thigh and pushing into my crotch slightly. I heard a small gasp escape her lips as I quickly tried to back away, hoping she didn't notice.
She looks up at me and catches my eyes with her own. "And just what is this all about?" she asks, grinning herself now.