It may very well have not been the best blowjob I've ever had. A bit too teethy and she was a bit too enthusiastic; bobbing up and down too quickly and not really paying attention to the underside of my knob. But still, my dick was in the mouth of this MILF. Her small hands were on my shaft and as Dad was fond of telling me when I came home after boarding school, "Any job is better than no job at all."
I'm pretty sure this isn't what he had in mind but in my mind any blowjob certainly trumps a wank. Also, it's only the fourth blowjob I've ever received so I shouldn't really compare it so negatively to the furtive Catholic experimentation of the St Saviours girls when our schools met for socials.
The fact that this blowjob is occurring in the storeroom at my workplace isn't lost on me either and the sneaky thrill adds to the intensity of her clumsy ministrations. I work as a waiter at one of the small towns only two restaurants. It puts money in my pocket while I take my gap year.
Yet more remarkable still is the fact that I know this woman whose plump red lips are pleasuring me only as, 'the lady from table seventeen'. I have not seen her before tonight which is odd because I grew up in this small town and know most everybody. She's enjoying a date with a man around the same age and they both wear wedding rings, so I assume he is her husband. It's Valentine's day so the restaurant is booked solid.
To tell the truth I suspect the reason I haven't already blown my load with eighteen-year-old enthusiasm is that I'm afraid my boss, Mrs Kajewski will be mad as fuck at me for disappearing off the floor on such a busy night. There are only four of us waiting table and two of them are 'ring ins' to help on a busy night like this. I'm sure there's gonna be chaos when I get back out there.
"Hurry up." She growls around my knob.
"I..." don't really know what to tell her, "don't cum real easy from blow jobs."
"Fuck." She says releasing my knob from her lips to stand and look up at me. My dick gets cold as the cool air dries her saliva and I'm confused about what she is thinking as her ice blue eyes watch mine. Then before I know what's happening, she reaches beneath her small black dress that's trying really hard to contain what can only be fake breasts and pulls her knickers off.
Turning her back to me, she bends at the waist holding the shelving for support and lifting her left leg to the bottom shelf.
"Be quick now." She hisses so I oblige. Taking her hips in my hands I rub my dick up and down her slippery hairless pussy searching for her entrance, then push it slickly in to the hilt. Groaning she pulls my hips urging me to fuck her. So, fuck I do. Noisily. I'm terrified the whole time that the slippery slapping of my belly against her arse and the quiet moans and gasps she's making are going to bring my boss or the kitchen staff into our risky hideout.
"Hurry up." She bounces back against me faster and faster and I feel my balls tightening.
"Gonna cum soon," I warn her in a whisper.
"In me. Don't pull out, don't get any on me. All inside." She instructs in broken speech that matches my furious rhythm. With a quiet grunt I buck hard against her and hold her still. Impaled on my cock she squeezes her pussy tight around me and I buck again and again shooting thick ropes of cum deep inside her glorious hot depths. Then she is gone.
She simply stands, smiles, gives me a kiss on the cheek, pulls her dress down and leaves the storeroom. Leaving me standing freshly fucked with my dick hanging out staring at her knickers on the floor. I tuck myself away, stuff her knickers in my pocket and searching the storeroom finding a box of napkins and tuck it under my arm as an excuse for my absence.
It felt like half an hour I'd been gone but when I returned to the floor, I found it had been only five minutes. No one had even noticed my absence. The kitchen bell rings so I collect the plates for service. A seafood platter and a fillet mignon for table seventeen. I'm sure I reek of sex.
"You okay Jeffrey?" Mrs Kajewski asks, "You look a bit flushed buddy. Busy tonight huh?
Nodding I leave the kitchen thinking, "You have no fucking idea how busy."
The gentleman at table seventeen smiles at me as I serve his steak and thanks me. Nervously, I place the seafood in front of the woman who casually waves me aside and continues the conversation I had interrupted when I arrived. They reckon you can tell how people treat their partners, by how they treat wait staff. I'm really not sure how her recent treatment of me translates.
Her husband had not even blinked when she asked me earlier if I could show her to the bathroom. As soon as we were out of sight she instructed, "You are going to take me somewhere private and I'm going to suck your cock." How could I not, it's all about customer service right? I just didn't know then that she was also going to take my virginity as well.
And now, she sits opposite her husband eating prawns and full of my cum while I wait tables with her underwear in my pocket. I haven't quite got my head around it still when they leave later. Watching from the bar, I see them settle their bill and I see the shiny dribble of cum smear on her thigh beneath the hem of her dress.
"Fuck me." Is all I can think, "Happy fucking valentine's day Jeff."
Mrs Kajewski pulled me aside at the end of the night and handed me a twenty dollar note.
"Table seventeen. The lady insisted on her husband leaving a tip. You must have done something right, no one leaves tips anymore."
......
My head is literally throbbing, so I drop four ibuprofen in my mouth and wash them down with the cold coffee that's been watching me check emails and hustle accounts all morning. Natalie pokes her pretty young head around the door frame and says she's off to lunch. I'd be lost without her.
"Hey, you want me to pick something up for you?"
"Thanks love."
And then I drown in administration. So much for the illustrious life of a car salesman. I should not complain, no one would listen anyway, but I have a good life. Two kids, a pretty wife, a nice house and a secretary with benefits. I could never replace Natalie. She's intelligent, organised and treats me like a work husband.
At work she takes care of me as a wife would and expects nothing more of me. She has a long-term partner and is apparently very happy in her relationship. Stuff like getting me some lunch today knowing I'm snowed under and stressed. And some days when the mood takes her or when she feels I need it...
She returns an hour later with a salad roll and a juice bar smoothie for me.
"Hey Max, you alright?" She asks putting my lunch on the desk then leaning back against it to look at me.
"Yeah fine Nat, just bullshit for head office and the finance company."
"Doing anything special this evening?" She asks moving to sit on my desk.
Looking up from the mountain of paperwork I ask, "Nope, why?"
"Valentine's day dummy."
"Oh fuck..." I groan and scratch my head.
"Slipped your mind?"
"I'm a shit husband."
"Don't be too hard on yourself. You work really hard and we've been snowed under the last couple of weeks. I'll go and see if I can get you a table somewhere and get the florist to drop off some flowers. What's her favourite?"
"Ah... Roses?" I get her roses usually. Red ones.
A short time later Natalie returns smiling and tells me I have a reservation at one of towns two restaurants, "The Homestead", and that a dozen red roses would make their way to my wife before the end of the day. She's also organised her younger sister to babysit for us this evening.
She flashes her healthy young teeth at me in a smile of triumph and says, "So all we have to do now is get your mind out of those papers and into a romantic mood." Saying that she locks the office door and begins unbuttoning her blouse. I never get tired of her fresh young body; her small breasts and toned legs, her tasty little puss with its curly unkempt bush. As she sheds clothes unceremoniously, I harden in my pants.
Naked and now within arm's reach, I groan as she tugs at my pants. This seems to be our ritual now; her naked and me with my pants around my ankles but otherwise fully dressed. I've never thought to complain about it, and I don't complain now as she lies back on top of the paperwork and offers me her body.
As a gentleman I like to make her come at least once before plunging into her and coming far too quickly because of the naughty excitement of the illicit act. I kiss and suck her toes then move along her thigh to the source of the scent that fills my awareness. Moments later, my face slick with her arousal and my fingers deep inside her she clamps her thighs around my head and rewards me with spastic thrusting as she orgasms on my tongue.
"Oh fuck Maxy, fuck you're good at that."
With a five-inch dick I feel I kind of have to be.
"Kev, never gets me off like that. Oh god, don't move."
When she stops bucking, she releases my head from her vice like thighs and I move between her legs, pulling her calves to my shoulders and slipping my tool inside her sopping furry hole. I grunt and thrust and she oohs and ahhs and far too quickly I spurt inside her twenty year old pussy.
