The husky bus boy out back

Charlotte shakes her head not wanting to go inside like this. Finally remembering to whisper she says, "Please don't make me do this! I'm a-"

~A virgin. Yes, I know. That's why you should fuck a married guy! It's good practice for later.~ The thong laughs.

Charlotte's just about to go in to look for a married man when the thong squeezes her hips again. "What?"

~Change of plans... Do you see the bus boy over there?~

Charlotte looked to the outside of the cafe where a 6'7" sweaty, rather husky and (atleast) 40-year-old man was busing tables. ~Why don't you follow him around the side of the cafe. You should say hi!~

With a groan of dispair Charlotte follows the man around the side of the cafe, down the ally, where he throws out the garbage he's collected from the tables. She clears her throat. "Umm.. Hi."

~Get closer.~ Rolling her eyes Charlotte invade's the busboy's personal space. "I'm Charlotte."

~Closer!~ Letting out a little whine she gets close eonugh that her front is touching his. When she inhales, her breasts press against his stomach. "Okay."

The man, who has been staring at her strangly through this whole ordial asks, "Are you okay... Um.. Charlotte?"

Charlotte nods. "Yes I'm just-"

~This is getting no where. Here!~

A wave of sexual need and desire so strong comes over Charlotte that she cries out. Her hands shoot out, seeking some way to balance her and inevitably land on the man's shoulders, gripping to him, pulling herself to his large chest. Her hips start shaking, rubbing against his thigh.

Still shocked the man reached out to grab her waist which only served to bring her hips closer to himself. The feels the thong inspired finally starts to abade (but not disappear). Then Charlotte notices something that sends a wave of fear through her mind -- She can feel the man's hardon through his pants.

She looks up at him, somewhat nervous only to see him grinning like a fool who won the lottery. She trembles as she realizes his intent for her.

Taking hid hand off her waist he places it on the nape of her neck, he leans down for a very wet slobbery kiss.