The handsy trucker

Emma in the short interaction that you had to proven that she was quite a character. Brash, with a rugged look to boot she most certainly had peaked you interest. While you would usually spend your break on your phone this might be the only time you see the dark skinned women again. So boldly you sauntered up to her table, and slid into the booth in front of her.

“Well now what hav we here? Your back I see.” Emma said looking up from her food while flashing you a coy smile.

“It seems I am.” You said propping up your head with your elbows on the table.

“So then is this some sort of extra special attention that I receive now, for being such ah well behaved customer now?”

“Actually I just like this seat, it’s my favorite in the whole restaurant.” You said smirking slightly.

“Is it now, are you sure there isn’t some other reason your sitting her?” Emma said smiling as she took a sip from her beer.

There totally was another reason that you were here but you weren’t going to admit that. Right now you were enjoying this little game of tag you and Emma were playing.

“Mmmmm no, I can’t think of any.”You said making a face like you actually were in deep thought.

“Well then could be a doll, and fetch me some napkins I got a bit of stain on me.” Emma said her full attention now on you instead of her food.

You looked over Emma while there was a stain it was pretty tiny a napkin wasn’t really need. You bet that all Emma really wanted was for you to get up so she could get a good look at your ass.

“Oh sorry not on the clock right now, I’m not obligated to get you any thing… miss.” As you spoke you put extra emphasis on the word miss.

Emma gave you a toothy grin, she was loving this. With her tall height, attractive looks, and bold attitude you assumed most boys rolled over for Emma. So for you to start push her around, it must be a rare treat for her.

“So if your on your break why come sit by me, have I perhaps caught your eye?” Emma asked as she eagerly leaned forward a bit.

Unseen by Emma you removed one of you sneakers under the table. Slowly you started to move your foot towards her crotch.

“Pffffftttt, like I said before this booth is just my favorite seat, sorry if I gave you the wrong idea miss.”

As you spoke you rubbed your foot up against Emma’s crotch. You felt your mischievous side start to to take over as you started fondling her cock through her jeans. You gently poked and prodded her junk, You rubbed over her jeans with your foot, you wiggled your toes over her balls. You did every teasing trick you could think of all while maintaining a cool, and uninterested demeanor.

Emma’s eyes shown with a spark of excitement at your touches. It was strange while you could feel her cock staring to harder, Emma seems to be more so enthusiastic about your interaction rather then just generally horny. It seemed she found you as interesting as you found her.

“Well that truly is a shame…” Emma said sarcastically.

“Oh, and why is that?” you asked

Emma’s cock was now fully erect from your teasing her. She was almost bursting out her pants she was so erect. Yet still she played it cool, causally sipping her beer, not even showing a bit of discomfort on her face.

“Well it’s just I’m a trucker, been all over the country seen a lot of things, met a lot of different people, did a lot of different things, some I can show you, some you would enjoy.”

This time Emma shivered slightly as she spoke. It was clear the arousal was starting to cause cracks her causal facade.

“Hmmmm and how will you do that?” You asked leaning back in the booth.

“Well if we perhaps take a little trip…” Emma flicked her eyes over to the bathroom.