Archive-name: Working/waitress.txt
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Archive-title: Waitress


    Karen wiped the sweat from her brow, and touched the pencil to the 
pad. The idiots sitting at the booth could not make up their mind, and she 
was getting really impatient.

    "Um," the guy said. "I'm not quite... sure."  He let the last word escape 
from his lips as if he couldn't decide whether or not he should even say it. 

    Karen had to manually force herself to prevent her foot from tapping 
against the hard tile floor.  She rubbed her palms on her apron, as the 90 
degree sweltering heat made her uncomfortable.  The airconditioning was 
on the blink again, and every time she walked to the kitchen it was like 
walking 
through hell.
    Finally, the guy ordered, and she scribbled it down hurriedly, and went 
to fill another customer's coffee cup.  Two waitresses short, unbearable 
heat, and a lecherous boss were really weighing down on her.  The sweat 
from her neck had fallen down her chest between her breasts, half tickling 
and half itching.  She dare not scratch, for fear that her boss would make 
some comment about health or something of a sexual nature.  She cringed 
at the thought.

    The polyester uniform began to cling to her skin, the sweat acting like 
glue.  As she walked, she felt her panties cling uncomfortably to the folds 
between her legs.  Still, she doggedly did her work.

    Her manager pulled her aside, and told her that her tables were being 
taken care of.  He wanted her to train a new waiter, and show him all the 
ropes. Karen was not thrilled with the idea of having to be pleasant to one 
more person.  However, she was sort of relieved that there was one more 
person on the shift.  Then she realized that she was going to have to cover 
his mistakes as well as her own duties.  She realized then that she wasn't a 
happy camper.

    She turned around, and faced the new guy.  He wasn't at all what she 
was expecting.  He was about four inches taller than she was, and bore a 
bright smile.  She wondered how he could be so relaxed and polite in this 
heat.  She figured that that would change.  Still... there was something 
about him...

    After two and a half hours of working close together, she was finally 
having fun.  Instead of Greg (the new guy) turning sour because of the 
heat, Karen was actually getting into her work again.  His humor was 
infectious, and she had started laughing out loud, and even started telling 
her own jokes.  She really liked him now, and had all but forgotten the 
heat.

    Once, he bent over to get something from under a shelf, and she had 
started to reach out to caress his ass before stopping herself in surprise.  
She chided herself for what she was about to do, but she rationalized by 
saying that she couldn't help herself.  For most of the rest of the shift, they 
had brushed against each other many times because of the close quarters, 
and not always by accident.

    The sweat between her legs became indistinguishable from another, 
more pressing moisture.  Her legs slid together as she walked, and she 
found that she wanted to walk more and more to release the pressure.  She 
decided that she really swanted this guy, and there was a way to get closer 
to him.  Literally. 

    "There is one other place that you should know intimately," she said.  He 
raised an eyebrow; some of their jokes had risen to a sexual nature, so she 
blushed at the implication.  "The stockroom."  She smiled as his eyebrow 
fell, but the joke did not go unshared.

    "Down here," she said as she bent down, "are where all the large cans 
go." She looked up at him from her kneeling position, and swallowed hard.  
Pressed close together between the metal shelving, and from her vantage 
point, she could see that he was rock hard.  She decided to do a little 
teasing.  She started moving the cans around on the bottom shelf with one 
hand, and with the other she undid a couple of buttons on her uniform 
blouse.  Close quarters with Greg had made her perspire even more, and 
even the little air that entered her bra felt good.

    She turned back up, and continued talking.  "And over here," she said as 
she stood up.  As she did, she ran her long fingertips along the bulge in his 
jeans.  She moved on down the line, as if nothing had happened, but she 
swore she heared a small gasp from Greg.  She smiled to herself.  Work can 
be fun, she thought, and stifled a giggle.  Her manager had often made 
passes at her, by using that line, one that she obhorred.  Until now.  How 
funny that her manager's line could be used here.

    She bent over once more, except this time, she didn't kneel.  Her ass 
jutted out at Greg, who was pinned against the tall shelf behind him.  If 
only we didn't have our clothes on, she thought.  Zzzziiinng!  She 
continued talking about the boring subject matter at hand, and knelt down.  
She turned to face Greg, and deftly unzipped his jeans while still talking 
about regular shipments of ketchup.  Greg's eyes opened wide, as this was 
totally unexpected.  The hot air swirled around his prick, which was 
ramrod stiff.  Still, the heat from the summer air was nothing like the moist 
heat from the insides of her mouth.  The silence in the small room was 
deafening as her talking was interrupted.  He felt her tongue swirl around 
the bottom of his shaft, and he gritted his teeth together to prevent himself 
from groaning. Damn, she was GOOD!

     She bobbed her head on his prick, and thought about how long it was 
since she had such a good time at work.  This time, she couldn't help 
herself, and she smiled wide.  She held him with her hand, and stood up to 
face him.  Her breasts, covered in perspiration heaved with excitement.  
Her panties felt about three sizes too small, and she wanted them OFF!  He 
raised her skirt above her waist, and nearly broke two fingers trying to pull 
them down.  The rush of air felt very good, but made her want him 
between her legs.  He bent his head down to her breasts, and licked the 
sweat from them.  She reached down, and guided him towards her.  She 
felt the head push between her lips, but the angle was too sharp.  She 
pushed him back on to the shelf behind him, and he sat down on one of 
them.  Straddling him, but still standing, she was able to thrust him into 
her by lowering herself just a little.  Once more, Greg kissed her breasts, 
releasing them from their restrictive bra.  Free from the constraints of the 
cotton, she felt somewhat cooler and yet hotter at the same time.

     Oh, yes, she thought. This is JUST what I need.  Much better than a 
cigarette at breaktime...

     She was primed.  Really ready.  All day long she had teased Greg and 
been teased, and the pressure was building inside of her.  She felt it from 
inside her chest.  Greg's tongue licked her nipples, and he moved from one 
to another. She held the back of his head to her, and wanted him to take it 
ALL.  GOD, could he feel them THROB?!

     The familiar rush began along the insides of her thighs, and travelled up 
her stomach to her breasts.  Not yet, she thought, but at the same time, 
there was the danger and excitement of getting caught, and that thought 
increased the onslaught.

     Inside of her, she felt Greg's impending explosion.  She squeezed her 
muscle walls tighter, and she heared his groan.  His hot breath landed on 
her breasts, and she felt the skin tighten into little goosebumps.  Her pussy 
began to contract more and more erratically, as Greg's dick bucked wildly.  
Suddenly, she conuldn't control herself anymore, and she felt the runaway 
train within her arrive.  Her legs clamped on Greg, and she held his head 
with her hands as she rode him on to ecstacy.

    Greg felt the tightening muscles, and couldn't hold back.  He shot his 
load deep inside of her, and held on to her waist.  He could feel her 
wetness and how comfortable it felt to be inside of her.  Suddenly, they 
both heared a sound, and scrambled to reach for their clothes and make 
themselves somewhat presentable.  They looked at each other, and started 
to laugh. 

    "Work can be fun," she said, and they both laughed.

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