It all started when I lost my job. I was working as a waitress at a restaurant downtown and I kind of enjoyed it. I started working there when I was sixteen and the uniforms were these skimpy little things of short shorts and tight low cut t-shirts. Because of my age, the owner had to make sure I only worked the early hours right after school, as the later crowd was a little more raucous.
High school graduation was coming up and I had college plans. I had talked with the owner and he said that he'd work around my schedule and as I was now 18, he could work me later in the evening. He warned me though that the men that came in later had a tendency to touch the waitresses.
I wasn't sure how I'd like that, but soon found I enjoyed it a lot. My body was good, actually it was damn good. I wasn't super skinny like some of the girls, but in no way was I fat. I just had these great soft lush curves, big D-cup boobs, and a nicely rounded ass and thighs that caught men's attention pretty quick. My hair was actually a natural blond to go with my big, blue eyes. I kept it just below my shoulders so I could wear it either up or down easily.
I would pull down the neck of my t shirt so that it always showed the top of my lacy bras. The men loved that, which of course made my tips better. That night I had on a new red lace bra so it showed up good against the black t shirt.
The restaurant was swamped, I didn't hardly get a break from running back and forth to the kitchen and bar all night. The trouble began when a guy grabbed my ass to get my attention. I turned to face him with a tight smile and found a table full of men. I took their orders with a smile and left to turn it in.
Every time I passed that table though, one of the men would grab my ass. I tried to be nice and I asked them not to do that. Nothing worked so I complained to the manager on duty. He coached me to just do my job and try to stay out of reach. We were too busy for him to assign someone else to the table.
What happened next truly wasn't my fault. One of the men grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. Another one reached over and tried to pull me into his; I still had a few full drinks on my tray. I was really good at balancing trays of drinks, but not when being pulled in different directions by men trying to cop a feel.
So, I went one way, the tray another, and we both ended up in the floor. Only the drinks on the tray ended up on about five different people. Once the dust had settled, customers soothed and offered free drinks and appetizers, the table full of men escorted from the restaurant, I was given my walking papers. Supposedly I should have managed to keep control of the tray and not spilled the drinks even after I hit the floor. Two years of service down the drain because of a few handsy guys.
Thus I found myself out of a job and facing college with no income, which brings us to finding out how I ended up with the absolutely best career a naughty, nympho of a girl could ever have. I've even been thinking of skipping college because the money I'm making is pretty damn awesome.
What am I doing you ask that is so great and wonderful? Well, I babysit. That's right, I'm hired to watch people kids. How is that a good job? Because I get to fuck the daddies and sometimes even the mommies for extra money.
Let me explain.
The day after I lost my job I was sitting at home after school, moping really and wondering what to do about a job. Mom came in and asked me what was up, and I told her the whole story. Of course hearing that her daughter got groped in public put her squarely on my side and she wanted to march down to the restaurant and demand my job back.
I talked her out of that thankfully. A bit later the phone rang and she answered from the kitchen. I heard her say, "Just a minute and I'll ask Macy."
She poked her head in the living room where I was and asked, "Honey, Stella's babysitter just canceled on her and they need one fast, can you help them out?"
I dropped my head back against the couch. Babysitting? I hadn't done that since I got the job at the restaurant. I had sat for Stella and her husband before when their little girl was a tiny baby. What the hell, it wasn't like I had anything better to do. I told my mom I would and to tell them I'd be on my way. I had just put on my shoes and gathered up my purse when mom came back in.
"Oh, Macy I need your car, mine's got a flat tire. I'm just going to drop you off okay." So this was truly to be as if I was 15 again.
A short time later, Stella was opening the door to me and thanking me profusely. She chatted about her now three year old little girl named Kinsey had been fed and bathed and all I had to do was put her to bed. Stella was a good looking woman, tall and slender with long, fake red hair.
Her husband Ron though, that was a piece of nice man meat. He had excited my girlish fantasies back when I was 15, and still made my pussy tingle now. He had thick, black hair that had a new addition of little sprinklings of silver at the temples which made him seem even yummier than before. His dark brown eyes reminded me of melted chocolate.
I told them both to go enjoy themselves and even threw a wink at Ron behind Stella's back. Spending the next hour with cute little Kinsey wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. Surprisingly she went to bed with no problems and I soon found myself slouched on the couch staring at the TV.
As I flipped channels I discovered that Ron and Stella had a subscription to a soft porn channel. Throwing a glance at the time, I thought I could work in a nice pussy rub before they returned. I unzipped my daisy duke shorts and pushed them down just low enough to get to the damp slit of my cleanly shaved mound.
With my eyes glued to the TV, and imagining Ron in place of the actor, I slowly rubbed a finger through my snatch. Working the edges for a bit, I was careful not to touch my clit to bring the tension up. Slopping my finger through the juices now flooding out, I smeared it all around.
I settled in to some serious frigging, my breathing coming in shallow pants, while I worked my fingers expertly over and around my clit, flicking it just often enough to build things up nicely. Before I could get off though, I heard car doors slam from the garage. Cursing, I changed the channel on the TV and jerked up my shorts. Luckily there was a box of tissues handy for me to wipe my fingers on. I sniffed the air hoping for no obvious signs of what I had been doing.
Ron and Stella came in all smiles. Stella thanked me repeatedly and I told them it was no problem and that until I could get a job, they could call me anytime. She went upstairs to check on Kinsey and Ron just stood and smiled at me. I told him I'd call my mom to come get me and he brushed that aside.
"I'll take you home."
"Oh I wouldn't want to put you out." I protested. My pussy was still screaming for release and I didn't really trust myself to be alone in a car with such a hot looking guy.
Ron chuckled and said softly "You won't be putting me out, although I wouldn't mind of you put out."
I blinked. He did not say what I just thought he said, did he? He called up the stairs that he was taking me home and then putting a hand on my back, guided me to the garage door. I let him escort me to the big SUV parked inside that they drove. Meanwhile, my curiosity was flying high.
It was only a couple of miles to my house, but before we got there Ron pulled into a dark parking lot and parked around behind an empty building. I looked at him a little cautiously. As much as I'd be happy to let him take care of the insane itch in my pants, this was a bit weird too.
"So, did you get yourself off earlier?"
"Umm, I don't know what you're talking about." I evaded.
"Come on Macy, I know what wet pussy smells like and it's all over you." He deliberately let his eyes take in my big boobs pushing against my tight t shirt and the long legs exposed by my shorts. "You've grown up very nicely. A hot young woman like you, I bet you got a tight, steaming pussy."
He put a hand behind my neck and pulled me slowly to him. I could have pulled away very easily. A quick glance at the huge bulge in his pants though and I was flooding my shorts all over again. Our mouths met in a hot kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth to dance with mine.
The hand left my neck and molded around a tit while his other hand slid up my bare leg to brush against the hem of my shorts. My nipples were instantly rock hard and when his thumb started playing with one I couldn't stop the little kitten moan from escaping. He stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes, the question clear.
I pulled back far enough to jerk my t shirt over my head exposing breasts that bulged over a white lace bra. Ron jerked his head to the backseat and stepped from the SUV and climbed into the back. I simply scooted between the seats and met him there and started working my shorts down my legs.
Ron sat back in the seat and shoved his pants down, exposing a monster of a seven inch cock. It was thick and veiny and looked oh so yummy. I immediately stuck my ass in the air and dropped my face into his lap to take that luscious thing in my mouth. As I slurped and sucked happily, Ron's fingers pushed into my wet pussy.
He finger fucked me to a small orgasm and my moans were a bit strangled as I refused to take his big rod from my mouth. It wasn't long after that though that he was pushing my head off of him. A quick question about birth control, which I confirmed I had been on since I was 16 and he was ordering me onto his cock.
I happily threw a leg over him and with his help, pushed that rock-hard pole into my tight tunnel. I'd had sex only two other times with previous boyfriends and each remarked on how tight I was. Ron was no different. His sudden hissing through his teeth and cursing added to how hard it was to get him in me totaled up to a tight ride.
"Oh my fucking god you are so fucking tight." Ron's head was back against the seat and his teeth gritted. "Fuck, you better get it quick girl, 'cuz I don't know how long I'll last. Not even Stella was this tight when we first got together."
