This is a re-edit of my first story ever. I posted it on another account "brokensoundboard" under the tittle "The Perfect Gift Chosen". I have tried to get into for a couple years. No luck. Most of it is based in reality but part way through this story turns into a dream I had right before I wrote the original. The dream was based on a real life events but turned things much sexier. I bet you can guess where that happens. All identifiable details have been changed. I hope you like it.
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As I stared into the busy restaurant I could tell I was feeling a little down. Work was always miserable but today seemed especially so. It didn't matter that I was surrounded by beautiful women all day or that I made pretty good money. Sometimes work just sucks but today felt worse. All facts considered I should be happy. I had just come back from vacation where I got engaged. The engagement was a dream come true I totally loved her. It was what came with it that was driving me crazy: No sex until the honeymoon.
I work in a sea food restaurant in South Carolina where I am the only man that works in the front of the house. This meant I was always surrounded by beautiful women. The female manager seemed to hire only very attractive women but I was the newest hire. Actually, now I wonder why I was hired. I am a 6' 1", thin but muscular Italian-American man. Dark hair, tan skin, clean shaven. I was never a womanizer but I was never single for very long.
Anyway, the women ranged from 18 to 32 and were exceptionally beautiful. To name a few there was the eldest, Rachel, who was very conservative but had an amazing ass. She had what must have been beautiful D size breasts but it was hard to tell under her conservative loose clothes. Then there was Sam, the wild 19 year old lesbian who always wore low cute shirts and loved to tease men by "accidentally" brushing her breasts against customers for larger tips. She was similar in body and look to that of Kristen Bell. There was Shae who was a beautiful dark skinned woman with a thin body, round ass, and huge, enhanced breasts. She was a stripper on the weekends and would often show us her moves in the server's station. That is the room between the kitchen and the dining room where we all talk shit about our tables. My favorite moment was when she tried to teach all the white girls how to twerk. It didn't go well but was awesome to watch. The woman who trained me was a single mother who was 27, had brown hair, C cup, dark brown hair, and an ass that everyone watch as she walked away (but mostly Sam and I would catch each other and laugh). One time we all went to the pool in her apartment complex and her body in just basic black string bikini was...breathtaking. You get the idea.
Oh, but let's not forget the women who really ran the show. The hostesses were three 18 year old high school seniors. Heather, Stephanie, and Rachel #2 were basically sirens that would take care of people as they entered and before they knew it they were seated at an expensive restaurant with a large bill. It was actually incredible to watch them work, somehow they kept all the people waiting happy and smiling with over an hour to wait for a table.
I knew Stephanie the best at the restaurant, she was the head hostess. Her boyfriend lived near me and I used to give her rides from work. I never fell under her spell because I don't fuck around with other people's significant others. That said, she was fucking hot and i can't pretend my mind didn't wander on occasion. Plus I was in a happy relationship. All that changed after our engagement, my mind would wonder to dirty things all the time and I started realizing I was surrounded by perky breasts. For some reason, my then fiancΓ© (and now wife), wanted to stop having sex to make the wedding night special. Doesn't make sense to me but I guess it something people do. Either way going cold turkey was killing me.
All that to say, when I came back from vacation, the lack of sex and being surrounded by hot women started to drive me a little crazy. My mental capacity to control my lust was seriously lacking.
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About two weeks later...
While giving Stephanie a ride home, she could see (or sense) something was bothering me and started asking questions.
"Hey, how are you doing? Most people I see get engaged are like super happy. Are you cool?"
"Yeah, it's just that once you're engaged everything changes. There's a ton of planning and..."
"Hey eyes up here champ!"
"Sorry, yeah. It'll all be better when we are finally married."
"Got it, have y'all picked a date?"
"Yeah we are looking at the first weekend in August, but we have to confirm with the location."
"Hmm... wow that's three months away. You must be stressed trying to pull all that together"
"Yeah, it's a lot of work."
"I got an idea! Let me take you out on my boyfriend's boat. It'll help you relax. Sun, beer, friends, it'll be good for you. Does, like, Wednesday work cause he doesn't really work anyway. So I can make him take us out. You have to come, I insist. "
"Uh okay, I think I have that day off. It's too bad it's during the week cause otherwise my fiancΓ© could come too."
"Yeah, maybe some other time but you should come out with us."
"Yeah you're probably right. Okay."
"Awesome, thanks for the ride!" And she hopped out of the car and headed towards Jake's house.
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Wednesday rolls around and I would really prefer to stay home and watch TV but Stephanie called to make sure I was coming. So I throw on my swim suit and a t-shirt and head out. I keep imagining attempting to make conversation with a bunch of 18 year olds which is only 4 years younger but sometimes seems like an eternity. But Stephanie and her boyfriend, Jake, seemed different so I figure I'll just spend most of my time with them. Plus, Jake is my age, I think.
When I get to the dock, I can't find anyone and I start to wonder if there is some joke being played on me. But I see a dock attendant and asked for Jake. He pointed me down to the end of the dock where he had just pulled the boat out for them. Not accustomed to any of this, I begin to feel even more uneasy about this trip. I have to repeat Stephanie's words in my head, "It will be good for you." So I press forward.