Walking her last customer to the door, the busty Norah smiled as the middle-aged man paused to give her a hug. Having a thing for mature men, she enjoyed the physical touch, in addition to the twenty-dollar bill that he slipped into her hand. Locking eyes with the man, Norah placed the cash into her bra, still visible but also safe from any possible thievery. Giving the man a kiss on the cheek, she patted him on the butt and sent him on his way, turning back to close her shift with a giggle.
Friday night was always her most profitable night at the restaurant. A local themed location, (think owls and chicken wings) the soon-to-be college sophomore was blessed with a nice ass and an even nicer chest. Coming in at a little over five feet, the black-haired beauty kept fit with weekly Pilates classes and laps in the pool at her mom's house. Between the cleavage from her 36DD chest and the fact that she was a bubbly, college student with stories to tell, she never lacked customers in her section. And at this point in her life, she wasn't entirely sure what she liked most from working there, the money or the attention.
With her shift coming to a close, she found herself sitting around with a few other co-workers, counting out their tips, having a post-shift drink, someone even smoking a cigarette with the emergency exit door propped open. That troublemaker and one of the chefs were the two mouthy ones of the bunch. She was usually the one who offered Norah a drink, despite her not legally being there yet, and he was the one who liked to verbally assault people from the back. For this staff, one drink usually turned to several on Friday nights, and this occasion was proving to be no different.
The one difference, however, was the last-minute customer at the door.
Pissed at the sound of the door opening, the group of waitresses and bartenders all watched on as a hunk of a man walked in. Waiting patiently at the host stand, his eyes wandered about the restaurant, clearly looking for someone but not sure how best to proceed. A beautiful specimen of humanity, the bulge in his jeans revealed a concealed weapon, noticeable to the women on the other side of the restaurant.
Tall and sturdy, his skin was sun-kissed from time worked outside, his dark hair shaggy from multiple missed cuts. Taking out his phone and starting to text someone, he stopped and changed his mind, thinking twice about reaching out as he slid the phone back into his pocket. After putting away his phone, he adjusted the tenting in his pants, playing it off like he was just adjusting his belt.
With her back to the door, Norah was the only person presently unimpressed by his arrival. She was done with her shift regardless and had a hot date with her shower head scheduled for home. It was a good night financially and was about to be a good night for her sexually.
"We're fucking closed," a voice from the kitchen yelled out, most likely the chef who had been spoken to prior for such outbursts. Snapped from her dollar bill counting, Norah was taken aback by the shouting at customers and finally looked up to see what the fuss was all about.
Seeing who it was, Norah jumped up excitedly and called out to the man.
"Big brother!" she shrieked, playfully teasing her step-father's son, Marcus, as she jumped up and ran across the restaurant. Bouncing into his awaiting arms, she squished her breasts against him as she hugged the man, overseas since Christmas, helping train firefighters as a way of giving back after finishing grad school.
Handsome and generous, a package some women would call complete.
"Hey you," he hugged back, lifting her up in his arms as she hugged him. Noticing that her first year at college had been kind to her, he enjoyed the sensation of her gripping his body. Holding her up was easy given his past few months of physical labor. Missing the touch of a woman, he subtly smelled her hair as they hugged. Giving her a kiss on the head to play it off, he lowered her back down to the ground. "My dad said you'd be here. How's it going?"
"Good, it's going good. I didn't think I'd get to see you before I went back to school," Norah exclaimed, looking her step-brother up and down, impressed by his new physique and noticing the bulge in his pants. She bit her lower lip before responding to the sexy man in front of her. "How long are you home for?"
"Just tonight and tomorrow night sadly," he informed her, used to turning away now, to avoid his family's disappointment at the short timeframe. "Flight out first thing Sunday morning, teaching a class out west and I'm hoping to settle in during the afternoon. Wanted to be sure to see you first thing though...you look great."
"Oh, you're too good to me," she smiled, looking into his eyes and finding herself aroused by her step-brother for the first time. Playing with her hair a little, she started to twist a strand with her fingers. After doing this maneuver mindlessly for a moment, she started running both hands down the isolated band of hair, one after the other. "Do you um...want something to eat? Or drink maybe?"
"We're fucking closed!" the same chef yelled out again, causing both Norah and Marcus to jump a little and turn towards the kitchen, neither thinking anyone could hear them.
"Oh no, I'm all good thanks. Just wanted to stop in, give you that hug, and say hi. When will you be at the house?"
"Maybe an hour or two? I'm wrapping up now. You'll be up?"
"Not sure, I'm pretty beat. Check though, and if not, I'll be up early to swim laps in the morning. I miss having a pool."
"Well alright," she blushed, thinking of Marcus swimming in his speedo the previous summer. "I'll see you at home."
With that, Marcus left the restaurant and Norah headed back to her co-workers, eager to wrap up her evening and get back to her house.
"I didn't know you had a brother," the only remaining bartender commented between the last few sips of her beer.
"Well, he's a step-brother. But it's like the same thing."
"I don't know Norah; I have a brother and a step-brother. If the step-brother looked like THAT? Geez, I can only imagine what might have happened."
Norah flushed red and felt dirty, as his appearance that night HAD seemed to ignite a little flame in the creative part of her brain. Never one to automatically turn down a sexy man, she batted the idea back and forth in her mind seriously, becoming clearly distracted to the others.
