Dinner for one

Since moving out on my own, I had gotten lazy, preferring to spend money and pick up food than make any on my own. As such, I had spent a lot of time in the drive thru and at the pick up counters, waiting for my order to be ready. I had noticed that it was always the prettiest girl in the store working those positions, no doubt a calculated attempt to wrangle more tips out of the customers. I had seen lots of attractive women, but none of the “tarnished” ones that my dad had told me about seemed to be around. Until today.

Walking into the restaurant, I made my way to the pick up counter, waiting a few minutes in line aimlessly scrolling until it was my turn. Approaching the counter, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

In front of me was a gorgeous blonde, standing taller than most girls, around 5’9” in her chunky sneakers. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a few loose strands of her hair falling to the side of her cute face. Speaking of her face, she had the sexiest features: a thin, pointed nose, rosy red cheeks, juicy pink lips, and a knockout smile.

The most striking feature of her face was her bright blue eyes, the color of her cornea popping in contrast with her pale complexion and thick dark mascara.

What sent me over the edge, and made me stop dead in my tracks was the fact that she was covered in tattoos. Dressed in a button up t-Shirt and khakis, I could make out at least 11 tattoos, large and small ones spread all over her arms with a matching pair on her thighs and another medium sized mark on her left leg. If what my father told me was true, I could have a very fun night.

The stunning blonde coughed slightly, waking me out of my trance and bringing my attention back to her face. “Hi! What’s the name on the order?” She asked sweetly, her voice ending each sentence with a slight squeak to it.

“Its uh, James. James Doe.” I said sheepishly, still mesmerized by the beauty in front of me. “James huh? I love that name! My dads name is James you know?” She said, making conversation with me as she looked up my order. “Oh really? Well I’m sure he’s a great guy with a name like that.” I said, calmed out of my anxiety by her charm.

“Yeah he’s alright. He’s the one who got me into tattoos actually. I uh, noticed you checking them out.” She said with a giggle, her nose scrunching up slightly as she did so. “Sorry it’s just uh, you’re the first girl I’ve met with so many tattoos since I moved to the city. Girls like that are a dime a dozen back home, but I guess out here the girls are a little more high class.” I said.

“Well thanks James, I think of myself as a classy girl as well!” She says, looking down at the screen in front of her as she pulls up my order, clearly not devoting much attention to listening. My eyes drifted to her slightly above average chest, catching a glimpse of her name tag as I focused on her nipples, slightly poking through her dress shirt. “Kyra. Don’t think I’ve heard that name before. I like it!” I said, trying to perk up and seem more excitable since we got to talking.

She replied as she turned around to get my food, the view of her long, slender legs traveling up to her tight ass squeezing into her shorts. “Yeah it’s pretty unique! I used to hate it but it’s grown on me.” She said, bending down to grab my order, exposing a hint of her ass as the shorts pulled up on her body.

“Well, how about you give me your number and be the first “Kyra” in my contacts?” I went for it, figuring out little back and forth meant she was at least a little interested. Turning back around, Kyra handed me my order and looked up at my with her piercing gaze “First, and hopefully last.” the blonde replied, a sly smirk riding up one side of her face.

“What time do you get off? I’d like to get to know you better over dinner.” I asked.

“In about 20 minutes, if you can handle that.” Kyra said, letting the silence between us linger before she answered to build the tension. “See you in ten, babe.” I proclaimed, throwing her a wink as I walked out of the restaurant and into my car to wait for her. It was almost time for Kyra to get off work, but I had to piss so bad and couldn’t hold it any longer. Walking back inside, I made a beeline for the bathroom, not bothering to look for her until I had done my business.

Opening the door to the mens room, I was surprised to see Kyra inside, bent over the sink and wiping it down, completely unbothered by my entrance. Stepping up to the urinal, piss began to stream out of my cock as soon as I pulled it out of my boxers. I noticed Kyra move behind me, taking it upon herself to get a sneak peek of what I was working with ahead of our date. The slim slut let out a tiny gasp, in awe at the size of my dick. “Save some for me!” I heard her shout from behind, a cool rush washing over me as she raced towards my direction, making me pinch off mid-stream.

I turned around to the sight of Kyra dropping to her knees, putting her pale white face and stunning blue eyes inches away from my dick and opened her mouth wide, spreading her plump lips. Without thinking, a thick stream of piss came out, the tatted blonde catching most of the bright yellow liquid it in her mouth, holding it there and gargling until I finished. The amount of urine I had stored up quickly overtook Kyra’s piehole, spilling down her chin and onto the black work shirt she was wearing.

When the last bit of smelly piss dribbled out of my dick, Kyra took a massive gulp and swallowed it all in one go, opening wide afterwards to prove she had done it. She wiped the corners of her mouth with her thumb, catching any piss that had leaked out when she closed her mouth to swallow before sticking it in her mouth and sucking it clean.

Kyra got up off her knees, smoothing out her uniform like I hadn’t just unloaded a puddle of piss down her throat and onto her clothing. “So, where are we going?”