Eat her out

"I'm sure if you let me eat from the private menu, there's something I could eat in exchange for you. "

"What?"

"You know, we can go find somewhere to go and I can help you find some of the attention you've been lacking."

"Oh," Caroline says, nodding in understanding. "Perfect, come on then."

You're quickly led past the counter into the back of the kitchen. Caroline opens a backroom, filled with various food stuff, cooking equipment and two open boxes of mashed potatoes that you assume is for tomorrow. Caroline looks at you, somewhat nervously. It's clear she's not gotten some in quite some time.

"So... let's get to this," you say, gently moving forward. "Are you ready?"

The Lunch Lady nods nervously, as you drop to your knees. You lift up her apron, unzipping her trousers and pulling them down, revealing a white pair of granny panties.

"Sexy," you say.

"Stop teasing and get to work," she says.

You nod, gently pulling down her panties to reveal a thick, large brown bush above a pink, hairy pussy that's almost dripping, waiting for satisfaction.

"Huh... not a fan of maintenance work, huh? Nature has reclaimed the garden."

"Stop!" Caroline says, somewhat embarrassed.

With that, you press your warm lips against her pussy, your tongue darting out and running along her pussy lips as you taste her juices leaking out. Caroline shivers in anticipation. You press your lips against hers, your tongue gently forcing its way inside as her lips part happily to allow you to enter her better. You gently **** your tongue further in, quickly running it deep inside her as you kiss her cunt lips. She moans loudly, grabbing your head and pressing it against her cunt.

"Oh, thank you," she moans, as you quickly lap and lick her cunt.

You keep licking and lapping at her cunt eagerly. It's clear to her she's very sensitive due to a lack of masculine contact, and she's already tensing to cum. You grip your arms around her, squeezing her ass tightly as she lets out a moan and orgasms with her cunt pressed against your face.

"So, job well done?" you ask, wiping her cunt juice and what you think are pubes off your lips.

"Yes," Caroline sighs, pulling up her panties and trousers. "Now that you've had your appetizers, I'll get you the main course."

"After what I've just eaten, anything on top is just dessert."

"Was that a complement?" Caroline asks, somewhat amused.

"Sure," you say. "So, food?

Lunch Lady Caroline gets you two bright red plastic trays, putting on two paper plates with gorgeous, well-cooked pieces of steak, before grabbing two cans of grape-flavored soda pop and putting them onto the two trays. Finally, she goes to the deep fat fryer, pulling out two baskets of perfectly cooked golden chips, popping them onto the tray.

"Here you are, lover boy," she says, gently slapping you on the ass. "Enjoy the food. There's even a second tray for however you choose, because you did such a good job. Thanks, I really needed this. Maybe we can do it again some time."

"Definitely," you say, stepping out from behind the counter with a wink.