The waitress sat alone, tucked into a booth in the far corner of the 24hour diner. Often, the restaurant bustled and buzzed with throngs of late-night diners—drunk and in search of sustenance to ease their transition into an inebriated sleep. But, tonight, the diner had remained mostly empty and though she could have used the tips, she was quietly grateful for the lull. She stretched her legs, her toes barely able to reach the bench on the other side of the table and rested her small, weary feet. Steam rose up from her coffee cup. Two packets of sugar—just enough cream. She watched the color swirl and lighten from nearly black to ruddy caramel. Delicately, she swirled just the tip of her petite pink finger into the mug and gave a little stir. She brought her finger to her lips—red, full and cherubic—and let it linger there, while she slowly slid it between them and gave a long, satisfied suck. She bit down and paused. The diner smelled heavily of maple syrup and bacon—she took a deep and deliberate breath in and closed her eyes, for just a moment. As she opened them and scanned the empty diner, a deliciously deviant thought crept through her mind.
Between her legs, she felt a hot pulse—her nipples began to tingle and she turned around to check. Was she really alone? Yes. Not a soul nor an eye...she ran her hands up from the back of her knee, to the top of her silky black stocking. With one hand, she cupped her smooth, round thigh, while the other slid gently below her pleated skirt. Lightly, she grazed her panties—she could feel her pussy, a soft mound of warm flesh, beneath the cotton. Rhythmically, her fingers lilted and danced in a smooth, circular motion then up, down and up again...sometimes meandering, to the soft nook between her thigh and panty.
She peered down between her legs and watched as a small, wet spot began to form on the white fabric pressed snuggly against her pussy. She let her neck relax and loosen as she leaned her head against the high back of the leather booth. Her brunette locks fell in soft curls, framing her petite face and flushed cheeks— her rosebud mouth fell open as she brought a hand to her small, round breast. Firm and supple, they filled her palm. She pinched her nipples lightly and slid her now soaking wet panties to the side.
Luminous fluid glazed her deep pink labia, and as she pulled the fabric of her panties further away, she saw as it danced like glistening webs. Her lips were full and swollen, her clit throbbed, begging to be touched— her pussy flowed, hot and wet and aching to be filled. She wondered if she should stop—surely if she were caught she would be fired...but strangely, the thought of danger only served to arouse her further. She had always been the model employee— the good girl. Always punctual, welldressed, cheerful...but sometimes, she tired of being well-behaved. Sometimes, she thought, even good girls need to be bad.
She brought her dampened finger to her mouth and tasted herself. A deep, sweet musk overwhelmed her tastebuds, she sucked her fingers hungrily. Now that she had made up her mind to proceed, a frenzy grew quickly within her. A small pool had formed on the leather seat between her legs—she let her knees fall away from one another and slid her finger into her hot, wanting, little pussy. Her pussy tensed, pulsed and tightened around her finger. She gasped as she slid herself further inside, her legs now butterflied and spread wide... she circled her swollen clit, overwhelmed with ecstasy. Small moans bubbled from deep inside of her. She tried to control them, but in spite of herself, she called out with increasing volume and pitch. She pushed a second finger into her opening and began to thrust hard and deep—her hips rocking back and forth, her ass pressed hotly against the leather.
Her small frame began to shiver and shake—the pressure building deep in her pussy. Her body flushed with heat, her breath shallow and rapid as she fucked herself with wild abandon. With one deep inhale, she felt the floodgates release. She bit her lip and suddenly, with more intensity than she’d ever felt, her vision went dark as she gushed, moaned and came— hard. She sat, momentarily stunned. Her breath returned, her long dark lashes fluttered, she opened her eyes and startled. There, seated at the bar, was a man. His eyes twinkled and he smiled, amused..."Don’t mind me—I didn’t want to interrupt...a table for one, please."
