Samantha was bored. She thought fast food was supposed to be busy around lunch time, but it was deader than dead. So she stood with her chin in her hand leaning against the counter, her uniform skirt riding up exposing her pantiless lightly hair covered pussy. She absentmindedly twirled a loose strand of her long red hair around her pointer finger and just started at nothing.
The little bell above the entrance jangled as it was roughly pulled open. In walked what was probably the biggest buffest man she'd ever seen. His muscles bulged through his tight white wife beater and his skin glistened with sweat. His legs were like tree trunks growing out of his right biker shorts. And tight the biker shorts were. The outline of his large thick cock could be seen through them. He was at least 7 inches long as far as she could see.
Her pussy became wet as she watched him walk up to the counter. She bit her lip thinking about all the things she'd love to have him do to her.
"Two cheese burgers with a large fry and a Coke." Came the gruff voice. She stood up straight, shocked at how quickly he had approached the counter.
"O...of course sir!" She squeaked out, "is there anything else I can do, get for you?"
He arched an eyebrow at her slip up. "No that's it."
"That'll be $12.50." She said ringing up the order on her cash register. He slid his card into the reader and paid, never taking his dark eyes off of her. All of a sudden she was very conscious of how tight her button up shirt was on her breasts. So tight that it even gaped open a bit between her breasts.
"Yo...you're order number is 36." She stammered handing him his receipt.
"Thanks." He said taking the receipt and turning away. He stopped half way and took a look at her breasts before meeting her eyes. "Are you wearing a skirt?"
