The Waitress

I had to drive out of town to visit a relative, which went well. This particular relative is...unstable in several ways. He tends to either have everything going really well, or it's a complete disaster. No comfortable middle ground.

On long drives I take my mp3 player, I don't like driving, but I do like music. And a thumping bass seems to make the trip seem little arduous. The problem with music that must only be played loud is that one misses important audio cues. Like my old, POS car making dying noises without me realising. Several lights come on the dash, the gas pedal no longer makes the needle on the tachometer rise and I splutter to a stop. Music soon follows. I know some minor car surgery, but nothing I can think of does the trick. Oh well.

I walk back to the last gas station/garage/diner place, and organize a tow. The man at the garage was confident he could fix it without too much hassle. In the mean time, I had very little to do.

I dropped into the diner to grab something to eat and pass some time.

The diner is deserted, not a single person in there. I make some noises and say "hello" to the ether and a waitress appears from a pantry. I explain my predicament and take a seat, order some food.

I couldn't believe my luck, this waitress was hot. Not in an airbrushed model way, she was gorgeous. Tightly pulled back brunette hair, a huge smile all packaged in the classic waitress uniform, with just enough cleavage to fixate on.

We chatted for a while, I trying to appear more 'with it' than I actually am and of course avoiding detection when copping an eyeful. I think the waitress had a good idea about things because she seemed to lean over to point out something now and then with her breasts pressed on the counter and cleavage-chasm at 90 degrees to it. This is heaven and hell at the same time.

The man from the garage pops in to inform me that the car is both fixed and a bill is now owing. I settle up the bill with him and it comes time to leave the diner. Standing up is a problem. I have quite the erection and my cock has managed to wriggle out of my underpants so it is very obvious.

I make my way to the register and settle that bill. But, I face a dilemma. I can't drive like this - I'll have an accident. I can barely walk either.

So I make my way to the toilets, pick a stall, and wank furiously, thinking about those beautiful tits. I'd love to titfuck her. Her tits all slicked up, her hands holding them tightly together, long slow thrusts from me. I groan as spurt after spurt shoot out and land in the bowl, each making a satisfying splash.

I catch my breath for second, let my cock loosen up a little and hoist up my pants. I walk out, bid my farewells and the waitress says "Do come again". I never would have thought the stock standard retail/food service line could evoke so many questions. I've said it so many times, it's like breathing. You just reel it off, never really care if the person does or not. The boss says you say it and in automaton mode you just say it. I wonder if she knew, I wonder if she liked the idea. Either way, I sped home as legally as I could and did just that.