Unintentional Vibes

Working in a restaurant isn't for the faint of heart. It is grueling and hot, long hours and late nights. When you aren't overheating in the kitchen then you are shivering in the walk-in refrigerator, sweat freezing to your skin as you search for what you need.

My name is Roland, and it wasn't until I was in my early 20's that I realized all of the caveats that the lifestyle of restaurant life had to offer. Im 5' 10" tall, lanky, with hair long enough to curl around my ears. I have a few piercings, most in my ears but also my nipples, and a couple tattoos. I also tend to be a touch on the pasty side. You see, I had always been a very career driven individual, nothing being a good enough excuse not to go to work. I had been in a few relationships throughout my teens, but had been in a dry spell for the last few years when I started working my way up in one of the local restaurants. It started as a part time gig but like all things that go somewhere I hit it off with the right people and soon it became full time. The people were fairly normal, for the scene anyways. It was fairly modern, not the old school up-tight screaming chef with sub par food, we had a team of individuals that really cared about their craft and wanted to excel.

That may sound like the dream for our employer but trust me when I say, it was really the dream of us in the kitchen. Let me explain further because Im sure you are already nodding your head along.

When a place such as this, has a team such as we did, it means that EVERYONE wants to work with you. Especially waitstaff. We had people lining up to work for us, everyone from the age of 18-50. But through all the throngs that passed through our doors I was oblivious. I just kept the grind going, working and wading through the days.

One week I was wrapping up on a Wednesday evening, getting ready to go down and see my family out of state. I had finished cleaning and was calling in the orders when I overheard a conversation behind me. It wasn't a private one mind you, so I listened idly as I waited to place my order on the phone. The manager was talking to one of our waitresses whose car was currently in the shop. She was telling him how she lived with her grandparents and she hated waking them up so late in the evening to come and get her. As I was getting off the phone I heard her say that she felt like a disappointment for still living with them, let alone having to depend on them for a ride to and from work while her car was being worked on.

This was a feeling I was all to familiar with because I had felt the same way when still living with my own family a few years ago. Before I even knew what was coming out of my mouth I was standing up offering a ride to whomever was behind me. I knew they were female but I was not prepared for who I saw when I turned around. It was one of our newer waitresses, she was maybe 19 years old. Slim at the waist, with a large chest, larger than should have really fit on her petite frame. Her hair was straight, almost black, with eyes so blue and deep it would have been a pleasure to get lost in them. Sadee was certainly easy on the eyes, and had a maturity about her that other girls her age just didn't exude. This was the first time I had ever really stopped to take her in and it was awkward to say the least.

She was obviously the type of girl that knew she was attractive. The type that knew just what to wear to be ogled in all the ways she wanted. She seemed extremely pleased to have my attention though. This made me uneasy. I wasn't aware of how attractive I was back then, simply thinking honestly that I was an average person doing average things in life. Little did I know how that was going to change with this simple gesture of kindness.

I smiled awkwardly when I finished my pronouncement, waiting to be laughed at, now that I had seen just who I was talking to. Before she could reply the manager patted me on the back as if to say "your problem now" and walked away leaving the two of us alone.

Sadee smiled at me then, the tip of her tongue sticking out slightly between her perfect teeth. Unlike when I was on the phone her voice took on this lilting quality that had me mesmerized and weak in the knees with every word. "Thanks so much! Oh, thats just so perfect! I really didn't want to have to wake them again tonight."

"Not a problem at all" I stated back, trying to remain as cool as I could though that felt like an impossibility. "I have a few things to finish up, when Im done Ill come and find you"

By the end of my sentence I felt a small bit of my confidence coming back to me. A fraction of what I had the last time I had talked a girl but it was a start.

While I busied myself with the rest of what I needed to do Sadee beamed at me again and walked out front, no doubt to fraternize with the rest of the lingering staff. I made my way to the back where I kept a small bag and changed, my apron had kept my pants clean tonight as it wasn't busy but I needed some deodorant and a fresh shirt. My car also needed a quick tidy so I ran outside to clean things up real quick.

When I got to my car it only took me a few moments to discard the few disheveled items on my passenger seat and make it presentable for the dark ride home. There were a couple of books that were promptly shuffled to the floor of the back seat, a couple of empty cans in the cup holder that I tossed in the dumpster that I parked near, and a sweatshirt that quickly got rolled up and shoved all the way in the back. There was no way I was going to let this stunning girl see how disheveled things were in here in a daily basis.

As calmly as I could manage I walked back inside, trying to will some of my confidence back from the days when I had more female attention. I decided on my way in that a quick night cap would probably steel my nerves enough to make it through the conversation on the ride home.

Leaning up against the bar, the far side from where Sadee and her fellow female coworkers were huddled talking quietly and giggling profusely, I asked Linda the bar tender for an old fashioned. Waiting for her to concoct the drink, I tried my best to make it seem as though I wasn't trying as hard I as I could to make out what the girls were talking about at the other end of the bar. They all, with the exception of Sadee to my chagrin, kept taking furtive glances in my direction. Seemingly sizing me up in a way that I had never noticed them doing before. It was as nerve racking as it was exhilarating.

Before I had managed to determine the depth of their conversation my cocktail had arrived. Sipping it slowly I savored the way the alcohol coated first my lips, then my tongue, and most of all how it warmed my insides and instantly made me relax a little. I got lost in my drink a little bit, thinking about the possibilities of the events about to unfold. My mind wandered with wanton abandon, diving this way and then that, trying to figure out the likelihood of all the different scenarios I could come up with in my head.

It was during this little day dream that I felt a hand on my back. It was small, and light, brushing my skin through my shirt in an alarmingly exhilarating manor. Sadee felt me tighten and in her lilting tone stripped my defenses away saying "Just me, the girls are getting ready to leave now so I figured I would come and sit with you while you finished your drink." With a smile she added, "Will you be ready to go when you are finished?"

I nodded yes while nursing another sip of my drink hoping beyond hope that she would sit down and take her hand off me. It was too hard to think straight with her touching me and I still needed to be able to drive us both home. To my relief she did take a seat, though not exactly the way I expected. Rather than facing forwards in the seat and turning to talk to me Sadee decided to sit off the side of the stool, her bare knees brushing my leg the whole time she got comfortable. Once she was settled however there was no change. She remained there, leaving our bodies touching, and thinking quickly I decided to throw back my drink and leave.

In my haste, the single large ice cube that had been my confidant while I swirled the beverage, decided to hit me in the face, resulting in me promptly wearing the rest of it down my front.

With a laugh that was as embarrassing as it was delightful Sadee grabbed a few bar naps and started blotting the front of my shirt. Before I could begin to protest, she had her hand over the pile of soggy napkins in my lap, continuing to blot the remnants of the drink I had spilled. I quickly began to become aroused and stopped her from her conquest. I profusely apologized and made my way up from the bar to go and dry off real quick in the bathroom.

When I returned Sadee had a wild grin on her face, like a wolf that was stalking its prey and toying with it, already knowing that it has won. With a thankfully inaudible gulp, I approached her, admiring her as I walked. I was sheepish about it don't get me wrong, but if you have ever met a girl like her then Im sure you know how hard it is to look away. No matter how uncomfortable it is sometimes you just cant help but look. She was one of those girls for sure.

As I neared, Sadee glanced down at my still damp crotch with a satisfied and knowing glare. Apparently she thought she knew all she needed to about what was hiding in my pants, and I was happy to reply yes when she asked if I was ready to leave.

I led her out the side door and around the back to my car. It wasn't a flashy thing, but it did the job well enough. The 05' Honda Accord shiny as the day it was painted. Though I wasn't great with the interior, my exterior was all washed and waxed on a regular basis. Its wheels sparkled in the moonlight as we approached.

Feeling like a dork, I raced ahead a few steps to get the door for her. I couldn't help but be a gentleman no matter how lewd the thoughts were getting in my head.

"Why thank you" Sadee replied in a tone that was nonchalant yet dripping with intent at the same time. I don't know how this girl was doing it, but slowly I was getting wrapped around her finger. Not as slow as I imagined at the time though. In reality I was winding around her finger as fast as she could twirl it and she knew it.

Once she was seated and comfortably inside the car I closed the door and ambled around to the other side clumsily, rounding the hood to close and banging into the bumper under the hood. Climbing in I buckled my belt and glanced making sure that Sadee had done the same. To my dismay she had, and it was cutting quite the figure.

The belt lay between her ample breasts, double d's at least, i could barely see its outline through the crater in between her mounds. Her nipples poked through her shirt lightly, no doubt from the prickly evening air that we had walked through. As she breathed, her chest rose and fell slightly, white shirt growing taught with every gentle heave. Breaking from my reverie I started the engine, cool air eliciting from the vents wafting the car with the scent of her perfume.

That scent carried with it an air of danger, an air of lust and passion. It was utterly intoxicating, and when mixed with my semi alcohol induced state it was my own personal drug. I did my best to hide my wanton lust and desire and moved the car into reverse before putting on the radio and pulling out.

I had left the music down low, not as ambiance but out of necessity. I had no idea where I was going and would be relying on communicating with Sadee to find our way to her house. When i reached the edge of the parking lot she let me know I needed to turn right to get there and then head to the end of the road.

With the first part of the directions under my belt I started talking to her. A little more relaxed now that I had the road to focus on in front of me rather than this dreamy young woman. We talked about what she would be studying in college after the summer as she had just finished her gap year between highschool and college. She informed me that her plan was to study marine ecology, but that she also had a passion for books and was going to try and minor in english literature.

It made sense to me and I said that I hoped all went well; a new school and new studies would be exciting but challenging and I had no doubt she would conquer every hurtle that came her way and told her as much. She must have sensed the sincerity in my tone and words because she reached over and put her hand gently on my arm saying "most people say as much but not without looking me up and down first, ogling me, and assuming that I could sleep my way to the top of anywhere I want to go."

Her abrupt honesty and flagrant contact with my body had me reeling again. I swerved on the road a little, correcting myself before drifting too far, but not going without notice from my beautiful passenger. Her fingertips continued to drift up my arm to my elbow while I held the stick shift. She would flatten out and glide her hand back down the length of my arm until her hand was a mirror over mine. Sadee repeated this until I spoke again, "I have no doubt that you have met your fair share of people who act that way, but you must have someone in your life that believes in you for your merits." Clearing my throat I continued "From every conversation Ive overheard you having, no two have been the same. You observe people until you figure out how they need to be treated, then you adapt to their personality. That is why I say you are going places, you're adaptable.

Sadee didn't reply immediately, but she didnt break contact with me either. Instead she pulled her fingers back so that just her fingertips brushed up against my arm. The switch had me reeling once more, but I managed to hold my composure this time, reveling in her touch as I envied more.

She gave me the next part of the directions while slowly tracing my arm with her fingernails. Stopping at my wrist before resuming the pattern, Sadee manipulated me into a pool of putty in her hand. I wished that we were still, so that I could look at her, my furtive glances no longer sufficing. The glow of moonlight on the skin of her rising chest as she inhaled deeply was tantalizing. The AC carrying the smell of her perfume around us now that the car had cooled off intoxicating me, all while she drove me crazy with her fingernails.

I made a turn onto a small dead end street and she stopped touching me, abruptly pointing at the third house on the left hand side. I pulled past and reversed into the driveway so that Sadee wouldn't have to walk around the car when she got out. Bringing the car to a stop I put the E-brake on and gave my passenger the first real look I had managed since we had left the restaurant.

Her eyes bore into mine as I took in her face once again. Flecks of gold floating through the oceans of blue and grey swirls, they drilled into me, an unrelenting torrent of emotions flooding me. I threw my eyes everywhere but directly back at her and found myself in a worse position. Her chest was once again in my vision and immediately it encompassed my mind as well. I could see where her bra cut a line underneath her tank top, sweat starting to bead slightly atop her breasts before they could hold on no more and raced between her lovely mounds.

My cock stirred in my pants again, stretching and straining against my boxers in my awkward seated position. The garments were getting tighter with every second that I took in her lovely form and I was at a loss as to how I was going to hide it. The overhead lights were illuminating both of us still and as I glanced up from Sadee's perfect chest for the briefest of seconds I caught her gaze drifting from my eyes to my crotch.

"Well I hope you have a great night" I blurted out as quickly as I possibly could. It came out a touch awkward and her gaze met mine again. Her eyes had shifted though, she had gone from this sweet, innocent girl, to one who was in utter control of her prey.

"You're not leaving, are you?" She purred, cocking her head to one side slightly and giving me the faintest of smiles.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I stammered, confused as to where I would be going if I wasn't leaving. As if catching my confusion Sadee told me to shut off the car and follow her.