The Waitress.

As you make your way down the stairs and back into the bar, you notice the waitress you bumped into earlier. She is carrying a tray of empty glasses into the back. You continue to watch, as she puts the tray down and turns away from it. You see her hands slip around her back to untie her apron. She stretches her arm up with the apron as she tries to reach the hook on the wall. Her first attempt isn’t very successful, and the second time she stands on her tip toes and stretches her arm further. A grin forms on your face when you see her short skirt pull up to reveal her deep red panties. Once her apron is hung up she bends over (giving you another glance at the panties) and opens a cupboard. She retrieves her purse from the spot and stands up again. Suddenly it hits you, it’s the end of her shift and she is getting ready to leave. She clocks out and exits the backroom with her purse hung loosely over her shoulder. She looks up to see you standing against the edge of the bar.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were waiting for me,” she says slyly,

“Maybe I am,” you respond in the same tone.

“Well Mr. Slick, you have about 15 minutes, that’s how long it will be before my taxi gets here,” she tells you.

The two of you walk outside, the air is a little chilly and immediately you notice the girl’s nipples poking through the front of her shirt. She sees you looking and crosses her arms in front of herself. Being the gentleman you are, you quickly take off your jacket and slip it over her shoulders. When you do it, you move extra close to her. “Thank you, you’re so sweet,” she says before looking into your eyes. She looks lost in your eyes and she distantly introduces herself, “I’m DeeDee…”

“My name’s John,” you say moving closer and slipping your arm around her shoulder. “So I only have 15 minutes… how could I make the best of it?” you ask.

She smiles at you, her eyes move down to your already swelling dick. “You seem like a smart guy, I am sure you’ll think of something,” DeeDee licks her lips teasingly.

You reach into your pocket and feel the hundred-dollar bill. You’re definitely giving this back to your roommate, hell you might even give him a hundred more! Slowly you slip your hand down from her shoulder, over her back and to her firm, round ass. Feeling lucky you squeeze the mound in your hand, it causes DeeDee to moan with delight.

“How about I show you the backseat of my SUV, it folds down, by the way.”

DeeDee doesn’t slap you across the face; instead she takes your forward comment as if it was the most charming thing she’s ever heard. “I think I’d like that,” she takes your hand, “lead the way.”