“So, it’s been awhile. But, it’s like riding a bike, right? Sure it is. Once you learn, you’ll never forget. That’s what I keep telling myself. One day you’ll find that special guy, that one person that ...ooooh, hello. Gee, I wish that was the type of guy that would talk to me,” I think to myself as I walk around the restaurant. “Hmm, Saturday night, and what am I doing? ... Working, of course. God, I’m such a workaholic...”
“Excuse me, miss?” you says as I walk past.
“Oh my God, it’s the guy, what do I do, what do I do...” I frantically think. “Yes, sir, wh-what can I get for you?” I ask as I flash you my best, I-really-don’t-look-that-desperate-do-I? smile.
“I don’t think you remember me, I, uh, used to work here,” you explain.
I take a long, hard look at your face: that strong jawline, and that gently sloping nose, the facial hair, and oh, those eyes, piercing blue and crystal clear. “Ohhh,” I think to myself, “I remember him; he used to cook here. Wow, do I ever remember him. I used to have so many fantasies about him...”
“Julie, right?”
“Oops, he’s talking to me, and I wasn’t paying attention,” I think to myself. “Yeah, that’s right, I remember you now. How have you been?” I ask.
“Oh, so-so,” you quickly responds. “I actually came here, hoping you’d still be working here. I was thinking...”
“Julie..... Julie” I hear from the corner of my section. “Uhh, excuse me for a second,” I say, as I cut you off mid-sentence. “There he is, damn it, the boss. I guess he noticed me standing in one spot for too long. God, why do I still work at the god-forsaken place??” I try to stop the thoughts racing through my head.
“I’ll be right back, sweetie,” I say, flashing that smile again.
I returned to the table a few minutes later, swinging my hips, carrying his burger in one hand and a refill of root beer in the other. “Here ya go,” I say, as I place your meal in front of you, leaning over, secretly hoping you’ll notice my advance. “My manager said I could take a cigarette break, so I’m just going to hide out here for a few minutes instead of going outside... if that’s ok with you,” I suggest, raising my eyebrows at you.
“Sure,” you eagerly respond, as I take a seat next to you. “Now, back to what I was about to ask you. Would you like to come over to my place tonight and watch a movie or play some video games or something?”
“Oh My God, wasn’t I just thinking that I’d like for a guy just like this, as a matter of fact, this exact guy, to talk to me? Holy Shit! Of course, I’d like to hang out with you. Wait, did I actually say that, or did I just think it?” I have to stop thinking so fast. “Yeah, that would be really fun,” I utter, perhaps a little too quickly, so I just smile and hope you don’t notice. “Whew, he didn’t notice,” I quickly and silently assure myself. “Well, my break is up,” I shrug. “Give me a call later tonight,” I whisper into your ear as I place my number scribbled on a sheet of paper into your soft hands.
My mind begins to wander, “Mmm, those soft hands, with those long curved fingers. God I love his hands. I would love to have his hands on me, on my breasts, on every curve of my body, caressing and massaging every square inch of my flesh. Ooh, I almost forgot I was at work. Hey, we close soon. I’m that much closer to those hands of his. Now that I think about it, why should I have to wait until later tonight to have his beautiful hands all over me?”
I stand for awhile out of your line of sight, watching you eat in silence. When I see that you’re approaching that last bite, I meander over to your table, checking on all my other guests on the way. I certainly can’t neglect the other guests. During the entire trek to the table, my mind is incessantly creating fantasy after fantasy of what your hands could do to me, and even better yet, what the rest of your body could do to me. By the time I actually get to your table, I am so turned on I can hardly stand it, so wet and hot that it is nearly unbearable. I smile seductively at you, lean down and put my mouth so close that my warm breath tickles your ear as I speak. “Why don’t you follow me?” I suggest.
“To where?” you ask, with a devilish grin slowly spreading across your face.
“You’ll see,” I quickly assert, taking your hand in mine. I can feel the heat flowing from your hand to mine, that same heat quickly moves through my body to my centermost core, sending chills up my spine. I lead you through the now nearly empty restaurant, and quickly duck into the cooler, pulling you in after me.
Once the door closes behind you, I spin around to face you, looking up into your eyes. I smile at you again while reaching behind your neck to pull your face down to mine. Here we are, face to face, at eye level to one another, savoring that special moment before pure ecstasy.
Suddenly, we are both overtaken by passion. I press my lips against yours, opening up to you. This kiss, the first kiss we’ve shared, pure bliss. Our tongues touch and swirl around one another, dancing together. My body pressed against yours, your large, gentle hand pressed against my lower back, holding me as close to you as possible, while your other hand runs through my long, silky hair. The roughness with which you kiss me, your facial hair scratching my face, your lips firmly pressed against mine, your gentle tongue exploring my mouth, sends a surge of desire through my being.
