"Work half naked?"

I swallow hard and my cock threatened to rip through the jeans.

"Is the cook really working half naked?" I ask the waitress. I flash back to my imagined picture, an apron and not much else.

"Oh honey. A day like this, over a hot grill?" she says. The dark-haired waitress fans herself with her order book, making her breasts jiggle and highlighting her exposed cleavage. "Lulabelle, he doesn't believe you!" she calls out.

"Ah ha ha ha ha!" the cook's husky voice sounds from the kitchen. Her hamburger turner jingles on the sizzling grill. "Tell him to come round and look!"

"Come on, honey," the waitress says.

"Wait a min..." I protest, not wanting to stand up and show how much I'm showing hard through my pants.

"Come on, come on," she says, laughing. As she leans close, I breathe in her honest, hot-day working sweat. I didn't think I could get harder, but I do.

I quit resisting. She helps me out of my seat and leads me to the kitchen.