It's the same old story we've heard a thousand times.. fuck boi line cook hooks up with unsuspecting wait staff. So fucking common in the industry that those of us who've been in it long enough start taking bets on who's going to hookup with who next. I never would have added us to the list..
Me, rebellious tattooed bartender with a bad temper and an even worse mouth.. oh, and married, to another woman, with a son together..
You, also tatooed, but almost a decade younger line cook, with ex-fuck boi vibes, also married with kids..
It started out as friendship. Finding things we had in common and talking about them through the expo window. Somehow it spun out into risque jokes and sexual innuendos called out across the kitchen to each other.. as if saying them out loud in front of all the other staff members made them any less real. And in between, a real deep genuine friendship, talking about things with each other that we didn't share with other people. But then there were the too long hugs, the casual brushing up against each other every chance we got, the hands reaching out for one another while we stepped away.. and eventually, my heart was pounding in my chest every time I saw you and I was catching my breath every time you got too close.
Being a married lesbian, I didn't want to admit it. I actually refused to acknowledge it for months, but then some supposed sketchy shit went down at a staff party and you were rumored to have gotten close with someone else and I was instantly enraged.. and hurt.. and I figured out I was jealous.. and my whole world fell apart. When I finally got up the nerve to tell you (that I thought I was losing my mind and was attracted to you and didn't know what to do) you brushed it off, told me I was exhausted and overworked.. I was hurt, disappointed, and never mentioned it again.. until almost a year later...
We've both gone through management training now, and it's your last night at your new store before you move to one even further away from me. I'm already missing you, and this move seems important and final enough that me and another manager friend make plans to go see you off.
I'm nervous about going to see you. Pick out my outfit 3x, trying to find that nice vibe in between looking good and not looking like I tried too hard, but making sure my boobs look amazing, because at my age you work with what you've got, and I've got a whole lot to work with in that department. The whole trip there I can feel my heart racing with the thought of seeing you again.. my hands are shaking as I text you to let you know we're on the way.
When we get in and sit at the bar and you come around the corner, I can feel my whole body light up.. we hug, and it's like nothing changed, and neither one of us wanted to let go. Some chit chat back and forth, drinks at the bar and catching up while the bartender shuts down. After the restaurant is closed, the friend and I stay behind to hang out with you while you finish up.. and the two of us stay close to each other the whole time, hands on thighs, hugs around the neck, leaning on each other.. we barely stop touching, and every touch of your hand on me makes my skin come alive and I feel like I'm going to burst at any moment. I wanted to tell you, but I didn't know how, and I'm afraid of being rejected again..
I have never wanted a man as much as I wanted you that night. I wanted to turn you around in that office chair and kiss you so badly, run my hands through your hair and whisper in your ear for you to follow me to the bathroom.
I would have waited for you to come in the door, stepped towards you and grabbed the back of your neck pulling you towards me for another kiss, this time with all the hunger and longing that I've hid away for so long.
Your hands would have been on my waist now, roughly guiding me as you pushed my back up against the wall, only taking your mouth away from mine to ask me for a brief second "are you okay with this?"
"Yes," I would have moaned, "please. I just want you so bad.." pulling you closer to me by your belt loops.
You would have had your hands under my shirt now, yanking it above my head and throwing it in the floor so my black lace bra was on full display for you. Your mouth would have drifted downwards then, kissing and nibbling on my chest while you unhooked my bra, releasing my heavy breasts into your hands while you took one of my nipples in your mouth and started sucking, one hand grabbing tight around my other breast, squeezing me roughly, and I wouldn't have been able to keep the moans from coming out of my mouth, begging you to keep going.
One of your hands would have made it up to my throat by now, gently squeezing it right while you came up for a deep hungry kiss, and I would have grabbed your hips tight to me as I tried to keep my knees from buckling.
"Tell me what you want," you'd growl in my ear..
"Oh God, I want you..." I'd whisper, barely able to get it out, begging.. "I need you.. inside me.. so bad.." gasping for breath as I felt your hands traveling down, one hand on my hip now and the other rubbing the seam of my zipper on my jeans tight against my already throbbing pussy. She would be so wet already for you, panties damp the second I saw you across the bar earlier, and soaked now with her teased to oblivion.
You would have given me one of those mischievous shit eating grins of yours as you pulled away just enough to unbuckle my belt and start unbuttoning my jeans. A shiver would run through me the instant the button popped out of the hole and I felt your fingertips grab the zipper pull, slowly guiding it down.
I wouldn't have been able to stop my hips from slowly thrusting towards you as you slid one of those callused fingertips into the waist of my panties, stopping just at the edge of my hair line, slowly twirling your fingers around in my neatly trimmed bush.
