It's early morning at Bourbon Street around 3:45 and I'm shooting pool with a buddy who happens to work here. In fact, he's working right now but it's slow enough for him to shoot a set with me. Severine gets off in fifteen minutes and I look forward to walking her home.
We've struck up an interesting relationship in the last few days. She's worked here for several months but I never really talked to her much until my girlfriend and I started having problems. I've been working the evening shift at the warehouse and after work I'd come down here. She's usually off at four and leaves here anywhere from then to 5 or so but lately we'd leave at the same time. We live on the same street so I'd walk her home but after a few nights we decided to take a walk around the neighbourhood and get to know each other better. That night or early morning shall I say, we ended up having a coffee at my apartment. Looking back on it I feel like an idiot. I mean, here's this gorgeous intelligent woman in my apartment who was obviously into me and I serve coffee and sit in a separate chair intent on having a conversation. Silly Clay. Well the next day we went for breakfast together at Sals and then we went for a walk. We found a secluded park area behind the downtown library and sat chatting physically close to one another. The thought finally crossed my mind to kiss her but I needed to build up the courage first. I still couldn't figure out that she was into me. After a few minutes it was time to head back to Bourbon Street so she could get to work. On the way there I stopped her and asked if I could do something. Without further vocals we pressed our lips together and I learned how the French french kiss. Yummy, she said and asked if we could keep this discreet. She didn't want the extra attention from the Bourbon Street patrons looking for a date. She never gave them the time of day, which was probably why I didn't think she liked me.
Now this night, two nights later I prepare to play James while I wait for Severine's dismissal. James is not the best nine-ball player but he's lucky enough to keep me on my toes. Before I know it the time is four am and Severine is off, not just work either. She's heading out the door not looking happy. Following a few paces behind her is a creepy looking guy who's been hitting on her all night and I start to feel antsy. The score in my match is 3-3 and I'm running the table for victory four in a race to five. In the next game James ties it up again and I think I'll just have to pass up Severine tonight, but I hope she's all right. I didn't like the look of that guy. James breaks on the rubber match and scratches in the corner pocket, leaving a nice one-nine combination shot for me. I line up and drill it in. I thank James for the match and put away my cue and head for the door up the stairs.
Outside I see the creep talking on his cell but I don't see Severine anywhere. My mind starts to wander and I frown. I hope this creep didn't do anything to her...She must already be home...Shit. I could have walked with her and kept this piece of shit off of her...The things waitresses must endure...
I walk under the Bay parkade to Osborne on the other side. It's basically a short trip from Bourbon to my street. I cross Osborne and start to cut through another parking lot only to see Severine, with her headphones on dancing in the shadow of a building. She looks mad, like crazy mad and I call for her cautiously.
"Severine?" I can hear her music as she dances mindless to the world. "Severine?! Are you ok?" She spots me with her tearing eyes. Her arms reach out for me. "What's wrong?"
"Sniff...Why are they like that?"
"Wha...Who? Oh." I hold her tiny frame close as she cries into my chest. She may only be five foot three at the most and maybe a hundred pounds but her muscles are solid. I can't help my penis' reaction to her hard-body frame next to mine. My cock starts to stiffen down my leg, pressed up against her lower tummy. What an awful time to get hard, I think to myself, my friend's in tears and you're getting hard. "I can't believe what you girls have to go through. I have a tremendous amount of respect for waitresses and I'm so appalled by what they must go through. Those guys think they have the right and duty to hit on waitresses non-stop. It's disgusting." And here I stand, body next to hers, cock stiffening. I feel hypocritical.
"Can we go to sleep?"
"Sure. Where do you want to go, my place or yours?" What a line.
"Yours." I reach down and give her a peck on the lips.
"Ok. Lets get your things together." Her backpack, her purse and her disc man case were scattered around her on the parking lot floor. I take her backpack and she grabs the other things and quietly we start walking to my place, arm around waist, arm around shoulders.
It doesn't take long to walk the last block to my apartment building and it's a simple matter to reach my second floor apartment. I have a bedroom with a double bed but she prefers the futon in my living room. So we recline it into a bed and she puts one of her CD's into my stereo. Some nice R&B style deep house for bedtime. I don't know where she finds great music like this but being a former radio DJ I guess it goes with the territory. I tell her a story about all the spirits living in my apartment, most notably the little people. They are band of little spirits that like to play games and pranks but are also protectors for me. They've followed me everywhere since early childhood.
Before you know it we've fallen asleep with her little head on my chest. It may have been nearly five. Normally I'm a deep sleeper but when sleeping with someone knew I sleep much lighter, if at all. I don't know if it's my protective nature taking over, maybe my protective nature is keeping an eye on the stranger in my bed or maybe I'm just randy!
I hear something fall behind me...My sunglasses I left on the futon's arm fell off. The noise causes us both to jump.
"Huh? Little people?" She whispers with a hint of her French accent. Normally I don't find French accents at all appealing but hers was something else. So very seductive, even in the most mundane conversation.
"Oh...No. Just my sunglasses. They fell." My eyes open slightly, fighting the morning sun peering through my green blinds. I lay on my side and look down at her tasty frame. She's lying on her back. Her face looking so serene. Her messy reddish-brown hair falling around her pillow. She's nearly flat chested but her nipples show their place through her tight shirt. Her shirt, black, short sleeved, resting just below her ribs reveals her forming abs. Further down her black jeans hug every firm curve of her strong legs and her little bare feet poke out the bottom. My eyes and hand look and feel their way back up, my hand stopping at her tummy so they can feel the little hills and valleys created by her abs. My eyes continue looking up until they reach her cute little ears. I must kiss those ears. My hand stretches out, almost right across her entire tummy and I lean in to kiss her earlobe. My mouth opens slightly and my tongue and lips meet her lobe.
"mmm" Even her moans have a slight accent! How can that be? My kisses are gentle from the top of her ear down to her shoulder and around to the front of her neck, in that little space where the collar bones meet. Her head tilts back offering me more of her neck and I graciously accept, kissing and licking every inch of it. Finally I reach her poutty lips, my hand reaches for the top of her hips for a secure grip and we kiss. The kiss is not so gentle. I worked her up to the point where she wanted me bad. Her hand reaches to my gripping arm, pulling at my t-shirt. Our kiss is strong and deep. My lips feel pressured, like they are going to burst. Her soft tongue enters my mouth and I wrap mine around it.
She flips me onto my back and straddles me. She feels like a feather but her strength is undeniable. With both hands she pushes my head back so she can taste my neck. All I can do is caress her impeccably shaped ass. My cock stiffens like a steel pipe and she rubs crotch against it rhythmically through our clothes. She kisses me again and her hips press down on me. Her head tilts back and I attack her neck with tender kisses.
"Do you have condom?" She looks into my eyes with want.
"Yes. Room. I'll go get it." At least I managed one complete sentence but that's all I can do when the blood has left the brain. She hops off me and practically pushes me off the futon. I know my duty and race to my bedroom. When I return, not even 15 seconds later her clothes are already all over my living room floor and she's lying naked on me futon. Damn! Her muscle definition is amazing. Like looking at a biology text or a muscle chart. And she has a nipple ring too. Funny I didn't notice that earlier. I drop the condom next to her on the futon and I start to remove my clothing for her. With my job at the warehouse my body has developed nicely as well as she was beginning to see, first as my shirt hit the floor and then the pants. Now completely nude myself I ease myself on top of her. I rub my naked chest across hers and kiss her tenderly. I want to slow things down a little for the next few minutes. I kiss down her neck and massage the back of her head. I give her a little hair pull and she moans in response. I kiss each rib down to her nipple ring. Such a pleasant surprise, I give her a pleasant nibble and tug on the ring. My fingers tweak her other nipple. We hadn't really talked about sexual preferences so it made it that much more fun to explore, however I didn't want to scare her off (somehow I don't think I could have). I keep the nipple play to a minimum even though I sensed she loved it. My lips explore further down her flawless body down the abdominal line. My hands grip either side of her rib cage, her hands on my head, running her fingers through my long hair.
"Can I taste you?"
