1. Working Late at the Diner


    Date: 7/12/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: crazyhats, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I am working the night shift late, at Amy's, a dank seedy diner on the wrong side of town. I sigh, as I look past my reflection in the dirty window glass to see the rain. Trevor loves the rain. I think sadly to myself. I wonder what he is doing while I toiled away at this job. I sigh and then my eyes narrow as they see my reflection in the glass. Ralph, the diner's owner has just issued us new uniforms, again. The top cut so low that my ample breasts were straining to get out. I turned to see the back is high enough, that my blue satin panties peek out, when I move my hips. I grumble, as I pull the skirt down a little. This pulls my top lower, and I try to yank it back up and hold the skirt down at the same time. It doesn't budge, so I give up trying to fix it, and stomp over to behind the counter. I sigh again, as I look forlornly back out into the rain, then around the empty diner. Even Charlie, the cook, has gone home for the night. &#034The three o'clock crowd is really thin today,&#034 I say softly to myself. I start to wash the counter with the only clean towel I can find. The door jingles, as a man in a hooded raincoat enters the diner. I barely glance at him as I say, &#034Just sit anywhere, I will be with you in a minute.&#034 As I continue to wipe the counter, the man wipes off some rainwater from his coat, and sits himself in a dark booth. The heels on my mandatory high heels click on the tiled floor, as I walk over to the customer. &#034What can I get for you ...
    today, sir?&#034 I ask, only half interested in his answer. &#034I don't know,&#034 he replies. Suddenly, one of his hands shot out and grabs a hold of my ass. &#034What are you serving?&#034 he asks with not too subtle innuendo. My brown hazel eyes flash, as I slap his hand away. &#034SIR!!! That is not on the menu!&#034 I shout outraged. When I start to curse him out, he laughs, as he pushes his hood back. I laugh, too. When I see that it is you. &#034I'm glad you are not offering yourself up on the menu, Jodi.&#034 You laugh again, as I smack you on the shoulder, with the menu in my hand. &#034You scared the crap out of me, jerk!&#034 But I am unable to stay mad at you, because you grin devilishly up at me. I glance around the diner, before I pull your face to mine for a kiss. You reach down my back and unhook my bra under my shirt, as I lean over you. I teasingly flit away from you, down the diner to the door. I smile invitingly over my shoulder, as I lock the door. As I am facing the door, I take my bra out of my shirt. I can hear you groan all the way across the room, as I purposely drop my blue satin bra onto the floor. I now use my short uniform to my advantage, as I saunter slowly towards you. My, now, free breasts push at my shirt, with the hard nipples trying to peak through. I put my hands on my hips, as I ever so slowly hike my skirt higher up onto my thigh. I smile while you unzip your pants, and release your already hard member. “I am glad you are putting my ...
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