2 comments/ 31344 views/ 3 favorites Gettin' Served By: Boo1104 First of all, I would like to say hello to you. Welcome to my world. I hope that you find it to be at least little bit entertaining. Since I will be sharing my secret thoughts and lusts with you, I guess you might be a little curious about who I am... Well, I’m Sherolyn, but most folks call me Lynn. It’s easier to remember, I guess. I grew up in a small town not too far from Atlanta, Georgia. I’m a twenty-five-year-old southern gal. I guess you could say that I’m kinda cute... 5'5"... kinda thick, but not fat.... I’ve been told that I have nice thighs and calves (but you get that when you been waiting tables for seven years).... I think I have a nice butt... looks pretty good in a nice skirt or some nice jeans. I’m working on my stomach, which is not as firm as it was a few years ago, but it’s not a bowl of goo either. As far as the breast area, My ex-boyfriend refers to my 36 C’s as “palm fillers”. Top all of that off with, some full lips, grey eyes and neck-length black hair upon caramel-ish skin and I think you come up with a pretty decent package altogether. I mean, I’m not some glamourous model, but I think I can catch an eye or two when I fix myself up... Anyway, I’ve been working at this sports bar / restaurant called Joe’s for a little over four years now and I love it. It’s cool because I can work just a few nights a week and make enough money to pay my rent, bills and pay for schooling (I’m going to be a cosmetologist, but I also want to be a writer). And I still have a little money left over for a little something for myself every now and then. But enough of that. I’m sure that you don’t want to know all of the details in my bio... Where should I begin? I guess from as close to the beginning as I can get... “Good evening fellas. What are we drinkin’ tonight?” I smiled at the four men who had become my favorite regulars. “The usual for me, Lynn, ” said Jackson, a handsome white guy, tall, with a kinda football player’s build to him, dark haired & bronzed skin (whether real or tanning bed created, I’m not sure) with stunning green eyes. Has a thing for black chicks. Single... Bud Light... “Same here,” chanted Dave. He was a very nice looking guy too. Black, but light skinned, very tall ( I would say about 6'5" or 6'6" easily), slim but toned. Had a thing for white chicks. Single... sort of. Bud Light also... Now, James was a sexy creature. Not as tall as the other guys, but he held his own weight. Single. His nationality was a mystery to me though. Maybe Hawaiian or even of Asian descent. I’m not sure, but I would fuck him like a mad woman if given the chance....but just once. I think that I would turn him out though. I wouldn’t want him stalking me. “What can I get for you, JP?” I asked, calling him by his nickname. “Rum and coke” came his response with a smile... (I’d love to “rum” his “coke”) Then I turned to Ken...... Kendrick Dall.... Six feet and two inches, 245 pounds of dark-eyed, broad-shouldered, delectable, cocoa-skinned magnificence...Like Jackson, he had the build of a football player, but something about Ken stood out more with me. He always managed to put a smile on my face, even on my worst days. He knew that I was hoping to become a writer outside of my love for doing hair and he always had words of encouragement for me. Every so often he would flirt with me just to make me smile or laugh. And then there was this look that he could give me sometimes that could just melt me like butter and bring the kitty to life! However, unlike his buddies, he was married, so he was definitely off limits..... DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! “What can I get for you tonight, Ken?” I asked with a smile. “I guess I’ll have a rum & coke, too,” he replied. “I think I want something to eat also,” he then said, gazing at our evening menu. (I have something I’d LOVE for him to snack on.....) “OK,” I said, though my mind was now elsewhere. “What can I get for you, hun?” “I think I just want some of the Buffalo Wings with some blue cheese and ranch dressing on the side” he responded. “That sounds good, man,” Jackson agreed before ordering his own. The rest of the guys followed suit, ordering appetizers of their own and I was then on my way to place the order on the nearby computer terminal. After placing their orders, I checked on an order that I had already put in for another table. Tonight looked like it was going to be a busy night and I was glad. With my car in the shop, I didn’t want to spend too much money on cab fare. I had thought about asking my friend Courtney for a ride, but I’d rather spend twenty dollars on a cab than listen to her talk about her boyfriend for the whole ride home. After delivering some food to one of my tables, I took my ‘favorite four’ their drinks. “Here you go, guys,” I said as I passed out the drinks. “I will have your appetizers out in a few minutes okay.” “No rush,” Ken said with a smile. “Take your time, sweetheart.” “Yes, Daddy,” I flirted in return with a wink. I enjoyed it when I had the opportunity to flirt with my patrons. It made the nights go by faster when I could enjoy myself. But it was an even bigger bonus when I had the pleasure of toying with Ken. As I sauntered away, I wondered if he or any of his friends were looking at my ass. I threw a little extra swing in my hips just in case. “How are your tables looking?” I looked up as Courtney approached me. “They are lookin’ good right now,” I answered as I approached the terminal to total up a check. “Great!” Courtney said. “Come sit with me for a minute. I need a break.” “Let me take this ticket to this table and I will meet you out back,” I told her as I watched the ticket print from the printing machine. “Cool,” she said. “I do a quick run on my tables and see you in a minute.” As I went to deliver the check to my guests, I hoped that Courtney wouldn’t rant and rave about her boyfriend, Douglas... BUT I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER.... “We broke up,” she began just before taking a puff of her cigarette. “What?” I said in surprise. “What happened and make it quick. We have tables to get back to.” She gave me a brief synopsis of how she couldn’t stand his lack of affection for and his love of being with the fellas and how she didn’t feel desired by him anymore... blah blah blah... “I’m sorry to hear that,” I told her with as much sincerity as I could muster. We both stood up from the milk crates that we used as seats. “Are you going to be okay?” I asked her. Though I hated hearing about her guy problems, I was still concerned. After all, she is a good friend of mine. “I’ll be okay,” she said as we reentered the building. “I’ll cry later. Right now, I have to make this money.” “I hear you on that,” I told her, completely agreeing. ‘Paychecks Before Roughnecks’ was our little motto. Money came first.... Independent women!!!! We washed out hand and made our way back to the dining floor, just as my order came up for my ‘favorite four’. “Here we go, gentlemen,” I said as I distributed the food in front of each guy. “Are we ready for any refills, fellas?” After getting their drink orders, I asked, “Can I get you guys anything else?” “How about you switch places with these Buffalo Wings,” Ken flirted with a smile that woke up my slumbering kitty. “Sweetheart,” I cooed, “you couldn’t handle me. I’m much too spicy for you.” The guys laughed. “I can handle it,” James chimed in. “You can barely handle the hot wings,” I debated with a small laugh. “You damn sure couldn’t handle me.” I then sauntered off to get their beverages, unable to hold back my grin. The remainder of the night seemed to fly by as I flirted with my favorite guys and had short, but lively conversations with my other guests. It was a good night. I made a decent amount of money, so I wasn’t too concerned about cab fare. I half-listened to Courtney and the other waitresses talking as I cleaned and restocked my tables. A knock on the window near one of my tables, caught me off guard. I looked up to find Ken trying to get my attention.”Yes?” I mouthed silently to him. I saw his mouth move, but I had no idea of what he was saying. I shrugged to let him know that I was clueless. After about five minutes of “huhs” and “whats”, I figured out that he thought that he had lost his cellular phone in the building. I told him to hold on for a minute so I could see if anyone had found a cell phone and turned it in to the office. Fortunately, someone had turned it in. I showed the phone to him at the window and wrote a note in my ticket book and placed it on the window to let him know that I would bring it out to him in fifteen minutes. He nodded with a grin and turned to walk toward his Cadillac Escalade which was now parked directly in front on the restaurant. I quickly finished my tables and side work and made my way outside to give Ken his phone. In my haste to get finished, I had forgotten to call for my cab. “Damn,” I muttered to myself. “What’s wrong?” Ken asked as he checked to see if he had missed any calls. “I forgot to call for my cab,” I explained, putting my hands on my hips in frustration. “I can’t go back in to use the phone. Company policy. May I use your phone please?” After looking over his missed calls, he looked up at me. “Where do you live?” I told him of the area that I lived in. “You’re not too far from me,” he said with a smile. “I’ll give you a ride.” “I don’t want to inconvenience you,” I told him. “It’s late and I know you are ready to get home to your wifey.” “It’s no big deal,” he debated. “I’m going that way and it will save you money on a cab. Why spend the money that you just made just to get home? Besides, my wife is out of town for the next few days so I don’t think that is a real issue.” I hesitated for a moment. “Are you sure?” I asked, looking up at the man who had been creeping into my fantasies for who knows how long. “I’m positive,” he said with a smile. “Don’t worry... I won’t bite unless you ask me to.” And with that, he winked at me. (Damn... Why did he have to be married?!) After another minute of consideration, I gave in. “Okay,” I told him. “But no biting.” “Only by request,” he joked as we both walked to the sparkling clean Escalade. Being a total gentleman, he held my door open until I was securely seated in the passenger seat. He then made his way around the front of the truck and climbed inside. “Comfortable?” he asked. “Yes, thank you,” I responded politely, though my insides were in knots. Here I was, in close quarters with the married man who constantly filled my mind when I was home alone playing with the kitten, and I don’t mean the four-legged creature! Just knowing that we were alone and so close was enough to cause me to throb at the very core of my erogenous zone. Damn! Damn! Damn! We made small talk and listened to music streaming from the radio as he drove me home. I gave him the specific directions to my house and talked to him as though my femininity hadn’t developed its own heartbeat because of his nearness. We talked about my car being in the shop and my recent break-up, then his daughter and wife and some of his dealings at his job as a writer in the sports industry. I enjoyed listening to him, though I really didn’t know much about sports. Once he pulled into the driveway of my duplex apartment, he stepped of out the truck and shocked me by coming around to open my door for me. “Such a gentleman,” I cooed playfully as I stepped out of the vehicle. “Always,” he joked back as he closed the passenger side door. He then walked with me to my front porch, then to my door. “See,” he then said, “Not one single bite.” I laughed a bit. “I see!” I bantered casually. “I appreciate the ride,” I informed him with a smile. The street light permitted me to see the smile that had crossed his face. Unable to resist touching him at least once, I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. He then turned his lips slightly toward mines, causing me to kiss the side of his mouth instead. Whether it was done on purpose or not, I’m not sure, but I wasn’t complaining! “Thank you,” I said in a low voice that was a little raspier than it had been before. “My pleasure,” he responded, his voice also dropping to a lower octave. For a moment, neither of us said anything. We just kinda eyeballed one another. Shaking myself out of my reverie, I cleared my throat. “I better get inside and get cleaned up, I mean take a shower.” I hope he couldn’t see the embarrassment on my face from my blunder. “I understand,” he said with one of those kitty-warmin’ smiles. He slowly backed away from me before making his way down the steps. “Goodnight, Lynn.” “Goodnight,” I said quietly, almost shyly as I watched him make his way back to his truck. I waved in spite of the darkness on my front porch as he drove away. Nerve still slightly shaken, I fumbled with my keys before finally getting my door unlocked. After a quick shower, I slipped on one of my silk robes and fixed myself a glass of peach schnapps and peach soda on ice and turned on some relaxing music. As the music of Alicia Keys relaxed me, I reclined on my sofa and sipped from my ‘peach & peach’ and reveled in the fact that I had felt Ken’s lips with my own. I mean, it wasn’t like we shared some mind boggling tongue battle, but I was turned on nevertheless. My curiosity about my married fantasy man on grew stronger because of the wonder I felt at sharing such a simple kiss with him. Once again, I started throbbing at my center and I felt myself grow moist at the thought of what his wonderful mouth may have been capable of. I pressed my thighs together tightly, trying to ward off the desperate desire to touch myself. I refused to allow the thoughts of this man to have me playing with myself... ONCE AGAIN... But I throbbed almost painfully. Just a little touch to ease the void that I was feeling between my legs.... I took a nice, long swig of my ‘peach & peach’ before setting the glass on my coffee table. As the sounds of Alicia Keys’ “Secrets” drifted into the air, I lazily positioned on foot over the top of the sofa and separated my thighs by placing my other foot on the floor. My robe fell open, exposing my wetness and causing me to feel a light breeze coming from my ceiling fan. I shuddered slightly before I allowed my right hand to slide downward from my stomach to my aching kitty-cat. Just a quick touch... I was shocked at how wet I had become from just the thought of him. For a moment, I fleetingly dallied with the slickness that lightly coated the lips that guarded my throbbing clit. How would it feel if it were Ken touching me? Just the thought of it made my sopping arena jerk with a abruptness that almost frightened me. I had barely touched myself and I could already feel myself beginning to climax. Could just the THOUGHT of this man cause me to cum?! I couldn’t believe it even as I felt my body begin to tremble. I pressed my legs together, tightly, trapping my fingers upon my pounding feminine flesh. That only intensified this unexpected orgasm... “Oh my God,” I muttered as I tried to relax my thighs. After the orgasm that I had just had, it was unnecessary to continue, but I wasn’t content with just that.I slowly ran my fingertips across the hood of my ultra sensitive clitoris, sending my body into more sudden spasms. “This is ridiculous” I thought to myself in disbelief. The thought of a man had NEVER had this kind of effect on me.... EVER! But I couldn’t stop my explorations yet.... In spite of the acute sensitivity of my passion nub, I couldn’t stop caressing it. My touches became bolder... firmer... My fingers effortlessly slid back and forth over my clit, making it slicker and more slippery with each passing stroke. The sensation was so good... almost painful in its intensity. I then slid two already dampened fingers into my drenched kitten, also allowing my thumb to occasionally stroke my clit... I moaned, wondering if Ken would feel as good. Again, at the thought of him, my kitty pulsed wildly. My muscles tightened around the fingers that were deeply embedded inside of me. I moaned loudly as a wave of something close to bliss whirled over me. The room suddenly blurred and grew dark as my whole body went lax... I awakened to my doorbell ringing. I stretched before rising from my sofa, I took a quick sip from my now watered down “peach & peach” and went to my door and looked out of the peephole. KEN! What on earth was he doing back here and so early!? It was only eight in the morning! “Hold on!” I yelled through the door. “I’m not decent!” I scrambled to my bedroom, nearly tripping over my own feet and got a quick glimpse in the mirror. My hair was all over my head. My eyes, still puffy from being passed out on the sofa. I looked at my hands and my eyes widened at the dried up remnants from the night before. I rushed into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and hastily scrubbed my face, hands and cooch before brushing my hair and pulling it into a ponytail. There was no time for make-up, so I threw on a coating of lip gloss before throwing on the first tee shirt and pair of shorts that I could find. Yep.... I was going braless and panty-less. Since the thought of this man has sent my body into overdrive the night before, it probably wasn’t a good idea... I opened my front door as gallantly as possible. “Good morning to you, Ken Dall,” I said, using his full name. “What brings you by?” “Sorry to wake you up so early,” he said rather sheepishly. “I have a meeting in an hour, but I thought that I would drop this off to you first.” He held up my work apron. “I thought that you might need it for work.” “And you thought right,” I said, accepting my apron from him. Remembering that we were standing at the door, I stepped aside. “Come in,” I said waving him in. “I didn’t mean to be rude. And thank you for bringing my apron to me.” “Not a problem,” he replied, stepping into my living room... Ken was in my living room... I could feel the moisture beginning to surface already... Damn shame. “Would you like to take a seat?” I asked as calmly as I could as I closed my front door. “Thanks,” he said taking a seat on the very sofa that I came on thinking about HIM... The throbbing started.... “So,” he began, “do you think that you will hear anything about your car today?” “I hope so,” I replied, setting my apron on my recliner. “Paying for cabs is a pain in the ass.” “I’ll tell you what,” Ken said, reaching into the pocket inside of his jacket. He pulled out a business card and passed it to me. “I don’t have anything to do after my meeting today, so if you need a ride, you call me ok.” I looked at the card, instantly storing his cell phone into my memory. “Thank you,” I said, looking at him with a smile. “I will call you if I need you if I need to ride.” For a second, he just stared at me with a sneaky grin. Realizing my mistake, I quickly corrected myself. “If I need A ride.... A RIDE.” He just kept smiling, then chuckled. “Quit laughin’ at me!" I said smartly, faking indignation. “You knew what I meant!” “Sure, sure,” he said in that playful tone. He rose from the sofa. “I would love to stick around and talk more about you... needing a ride. But I have to be on time to this meeting. Like I said, call me if you need me.” He was still laughing at me! “Yeah, yeah,” I said pushing him toward the door, trying to keep from laughing a bit myself. “Get out so I can go back to sleep.” I opened the door and nudged him out. “And thanks for the apron.” I then shut the door in his laughing face.... I shook my head in amusement as I walked away from the door even though I was slightly annoyed at being awake so early in the morning... Oh well, I was wide awake now. Complaining and frowning wouldn’t do me any good. As I picked up the glass from my coffee table, I caught a slight whiff from my previous activities. I hoped that Kendrick hadn’t picked up on it as well. That would be somewhat embarrassing. Gettin' Served I figured that if the scent faintly lingered in the air, it surely lingered on me. I put the glass in the kitchen sink and made my way back to my bathroom to take a relaxing bath. As I sat in the tub, I thumbed through a magazine, reading an article every now and then as music played on my shower radio. After soaking until my toes had wrinkles on the bottoms, I bathed, dried myself, slathered on some of my favorite lotion from ‘Vickie’s Secret’ and went back into my bedroom to dress in a simple pair of jeans and a lightweight polo type shirt (this time I was wearing underclothes!). I then made my way into my living room, to turn on the television so that I could listen to the TV Court shows while I fixed myself a breakfast consisting of scrambled eggs with cheese, ham, and an Eggo drenched in Syrup. After pouring myself a glass of apple juice, I sat on my living room floor like a little kid and watched the judge fuss at the plaintiffs and defendants while I munched on my breakfast. After a little while, I changed channels so I could find out “who the father really was” on Maury. After shaking my head at the shocked reactions from the women AND the men, I decided to call the auto shop to check on my car. “Hello, this is Ron,” came the southern twang of my Mechanic. “Hey, this is Lynn,” I said as an introduction and greeting. “I was just calling to check on my baby.” “Hey Lynn,” he said. “We got the part we needed in this morning and your car will be ready by noon tomorrow.” It was a bittersweet moment. I was relieved that my car would be fixed by the next, but I was pissed that I couldn’t have it done TODAY. Oh well.... “Thank you, Ron,” I told him. “I will call you tomorrow to make sure that it’s ready.” “No problem, lil’ lady,” he responded before hanging up. I pressed the ‘off’ button on my cordless phone and dropped onto the couch. I then debated... Did I really want to call Ken to get a ride (HELL YES) or would I be better off calling a cab (Probably)? Throwing caution to the wind, I picked up the business card that Kendrick had given me and quickly dialed his cell phone number. I almost hung up after the third ring. My nerves were creeping back.... “Hello?” he said, killing the possibility of me hanging up. “Hi!” I said cheerfully.... too cheerfully. “Um, this is Lynn-” “Hey there,” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. “How can I be of service to you?” I laughed a little nervously. ‘He could definitely be of service’, I thought to myself. Instead I said, “Is the offer still open for a ride to work?” “Certainly,” he said enthusiastically. “Just let me know when.” After letting him know my schedule for the evening, he promised to be at my place at least 45 minutes before my shift, so that we wouldn’t have to worry about any traffic. I thank him quickly before saying goodbye and hanging up. What was I so nervous for? He had given me a ride home late at night just the night before. I was overreacting I told myself as I laid down on my bed for a little catnap.... Nothing to worry about at all..... I awakened to my doorbell ringing. I looked over at my clock. Damn! I had about an hour before my shift started and I still had to get ready for work. I got up and rushed to the door, knowing that it was Kendrick. I flung the door open. “Sorry,” I said, making a dash toward my bedroom. “Give me about ten minutes okay!” “No problem,” he called out to me as he closed my living room door. “Make yourself at home,” I yelled, peeping from my bedroom door. “There something to drink in the fridge... chips in the cabinet... whatever!” “Thanks,” he said cordially. I quickly changed into a denim skirt and blue polo style shirt with the bar’s logo on the front. I plugged up my curling iron so that it would be nice and hot once I threw on a little eye shadow, mascara and lip gloss. I brushed my hair into a fresh ponytail, allowing a few strands to fall loose on their own. After applying a few curls to my ponytail, I ran my fingers through it, giving it a more relaxed look. Satisfied, that I look decent enough to present myself to the public, I unplugged my curling iron and turned off my bedroom light. “I’m ready,” I said casually as I entered the living room. Suddenly, I had a funny taste in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if it was ‘sleepy breath’ or my nervousness. Either way, it was definitely not sexy to have stinky breath when you traveling in an automobile with someone. So I said, “Not quite. I’ll be right back.” I ran back into my bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth before reapplying my lip gloss. “Better?” Kendrick asked with a little smile. “Much,” I told him with a more confident smile as I grabbed my purse and apron. My stomach was still in knots as I climbed into the passenger seat. As he closed my door for me, I chastised myself. ‘All he is doing is taking you to work. SNAP OUT OF IT GIRL!’ Once he had climbed into his own seat and closed the driver’s door, I thanked him again for saving me the cab fare. “No problem,” he replied. “It’s a pleasure to have the company of a lovely lady, even if it’s only for a few minutes.” “Well, thank ya so much, sir,” I said, accentuating my southern twang to sound like a true Southern belle. “It’s my pleasure as way-ell.” He chuckled a bit. “Very cute,” he said, looking at me with a smirk. “You should try to use that accent when you work.” “Yeah, right,” I said with a laugh. “They would laugh too hard to remember to tip me!” We both laughed a bit and made more small talk and joked around for the remainder of the ride to my job. As we rode, the tension slowly eased from my body and the knots in my abdomen slowly disappeared. I relaxed... YES.... This was Kendrick Dall.... the man who made my femininity tingle with just a glance... But he was a nice guy and I enjoyed his company as we rode. I grew more and more comfortable with him on the journey to the bar. I almost didn’t want to get out of the white Escalade once he pulled up to the side of the building that I worked in. Though I was reluctant, a girl has to make her money, so I thanked him again and stepped out of the vehicle. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said with a smile. “OK, sweetie,” I said before waving at him. I backed away from the automobile and stepped onto the sidewalk, watching him pull out of the parking space and then make his way toward the early afternoon traffic. I could barely get in the entrance door before Courtney was in my business. “Are you sleeping with him?!” “Hello to you too, Courtney,” I said shaking my head. “No, I’m not sleeping with Kendrick. He just gave me a ride to work.” “Did he give you a ride? Or did he give you a riiiiiiiide?” she said with a sly smirk. “He gave me a regular ride to work, Courtney,” I said looking at her. “I know you like him,” she said, still smiling at me. “If he wanted to hit it, you’d let him.” “Girl, hush,” I said with a laugh. If only she knew! “You are so silly!” “But I’m right,” she exclaimed as she followed me to the break room. “Look me in the eye and tell me I’m wrong.” I looked her deep into her eyes and confidently said, “You are wrong. Wrong- wrong- wrong.” But in the back of my mind, I knew she was right... “Whatever, girl,” she said, still smiling. “Let’s go clock in.” The work shift started off slowly, but the business gradually grew. By seven thirty, we had a full house and the tips were rolling in! I had to hustle a bit, but I didn’t care. That’s what a waitress has to do. As time ticked on, I found myself looking for Kendrick, but to my dismay, he hadn’t shown up and neither had any of his buddies. By ten thirty, I had given up on seeing him. Though my feelings were a little hurt by his lack of appearance, I couldn’t let that ruin my night. There was still and hour of money to be made. By the time that my last customer had left, I was tired. I was glad that I made a decent amount of money, so calling a cab wouldn’t be a problem. As I was refilling salt shakers on my table, Courtney called my name. “Yes?” I yelled back. “You got a phone call,” she yelled back at me. “It’s on hold at the bar!” “Ok. Thanks!” I strutted to the bar and pushed the button with the blinked red light. “Hello?” “Hey, beautiful.” “Hi,” I said, not catching the voice at first. “Do you still need a ride?” IT WAS KENDRICK! “I thought that you had forgotten about me,” I said, now smiling into the mouthpiece of the telephone. “Never,” he replied. I couldn’t help the big goofy grin that crossed my face. “Well, I appreciate you offering,” I told him. “If you are not too busy, I would love a ride.” “Great,” he said. I could hear the smile in his voice. “When will you be done with your work?” “Give me about thirty minutes,” I instructed as I felt the kitty begin to awaken. After hanging up the phone, my pleasant mood had returned. “That must’ve been him,” Courtney said with a knowing smile when I went back to my tables to finish restocking. “Who?” I asked innocently. “They guy you’re gonna bone,” she said bluntly. “I am not going to ‘bone’ anyone,” I said with a laugh. “Besides.... Ken is married.” “Big deal!” she debated with me. “What is that supposed to mean?! Married people fuck outside of the marriage all of the time!” “Courtney!” I exclaimed, shocked at her candor. “Well, it’s true!” she argued, shrugging. “And anyway... If it’s no big deal, why do you have that dopey smile on your face?” “I’m just glad that I won’t have to play cab fair,” I answered. Well... it was partially true! “Say what you want,” Courtney then said. “You guys are gonna bone. You want it too bad not to.” I finished my table work and turned in my money for the night. I pondered on Courtney’s words as I watched Ken pull up in his white Escalade. Was it really a possibility that Ken and I would hook up? Could it be more than a mere fantasy? True, he is a flirt, I thought to myself as he opened the passenger door for me. But flirting and doing the nasty were two completely different things... He told me that he loved his wife, but did it mean that he was still happy with her? Now I was confused.... Did he want me? If he did, would he ever let me know or did he fear that I would reject him due to his marital status? The bigger question was ‘What would I do, if he DID approach me in a sexual manner?’ It wasn’t my style to get involved with a married man, but damn.... I would be lying if I said that I didn’t have the hots for Kendrick. I mean, just the night before I had experienced a sexual episode that had surpassed sex with my previous boyfriend... AND THAT WAS FROM JUST THINKING ABOUT KENDRICK..... If he wanted to get with me, HELL YES I would do it! I know that it’s wrong, but why lie about it? “What’s on your mind tonight?” he asked breaking into my thoughts of him. “You seem a little quiet tonight.” “Oh, nothing much,” I lied. “I’m just trying to get my body to relax after a long shift.” “Do you need some help with that?” he asked with a wicked smile. “You behave, young man,” I said as that familiar throbbing immediately started. “What?” he said, a picture of innocence. “I was just going to offer to rub your feet once I got you home.” “Oh really?” I said, suspiciously. “And what would I owe you for a.... foot rub?” “Absolutely nothing,” he said, looking over at me. “I know it can be a pain in the ass, walking miles over a hardwood floor, carrying big trays of food and drinks for people. I’m just trying to be a nice guy.” “Is that right?” I asked, eying him as he turned onto my street. “Yep,” he replied. “I’m just trying to help YOU out... Scouts honor!” He held up two fingers. I looked out of the window as he pulled into my driveway. “Well?” he said, seizing my attention again. “Well what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “What do you say to my offer?” I thought about it for a moment. It wasn’t sex, but it WAS Ken touching me. How often would I have that opportunity, right? “I guess I could use a little foot rub,” I told him. “But no getting fresh, young man.” “Only if you ask me to,” he responded with a wink and a smile. “Behave!” I said with a laugh. Once again, he was a gentleman and opened my door for me. I was loving it! Once I stepped out of the truck, he placed his hand at the small of my back and escorted me up the steps to my front door. Such a gentleman... Once I unlocked the door and we walked inside, I asked him what he needed. “Baby oil? Scented oil? What’s your poison?” “Ummm,” he thought for a moment. “Do you have something big enough to put your feet in?” “Big enough?” I said looking at him with a hand on my hip. “So is that your way of saying that I have big feet?” “Never!” he said innocently. “I just want to wash your feet first. I am not massaging stinky feet!” I laughed and said, “Why don’t I just wash them in my bathroom real quick?” “Whatever floats your boat,” he said, throwing his jacket over the back of my recliner. “Ok, well I have a few things to drink in the fridge,” I informed him as I slowly strolled toward my bedroom. “Grab yourself something and make yourself at home ok.” “Ok,” he responded as I retreated. I quickly took of my shoes and socks and scrubbed my feet and calves to remove any dust or any of the sauces that may have splattered on me from work. I was so glad that I had shaved my legs! I slipped on a pair of my fuzzy slippers and padded out of my private bathroom. When I returned to the living room, Ken was sitting on the sofa, sipping on a beer. “I’m ready when you are,” I told him as I entered the living area. “You never told me what you would need. Any certain oil or what?” “Actually, I prefer lotion,” he said, looking up at me. “It makes for better gliding,” he explained. “I’m sure a MAN would know, “ I said with a sugary sweet smile. “Don’t even take it there,” he said, unable to cover up a laugh.”Go get some lotion, girl.” I laughed as I went back into my bedroom and selected a sweet-smelling lotion from my stash of scents. I went back into my living room and handed him the bottle and a small towel in case he needed to wipe his hands. “Will this be okay?” I asked. “I’m sure it will be fine,” he said, taking a quick look at the label. “Victoria’s Secrets Love Spell. Interesting...” “One of my favorites,” I informed him as I strolled back over to my kitchen area. I then quickly fixed myself a ‘peach & peach’ and strolled back over to when Kendrick sat on my sofa. “So,” I began, “where do you want me?” He then stood up and moved my coffee table to the other side of the room. I watched as he took the overstuffed throw pillows from my sofa and love seat and threw them into a pile against my sofa. “Do you mind?” he then asked. “It’s too late to ask now,” I joked. “It’s fine.” “Good. Well, that’s where I want you,” he told me, pointing at the pile of pillows. “Lay back and get comfortable.” “I think I can handle that,” I said quickly honoring his request. I made myself comfortable, relaxing with my back and head upon my pillows. I watched as he sat on the floor at my feet and got into a position that was both suitable for the massage and comfortable for him. He gently placed my left foot upon his thigh and reached for the lotion. I watched as he rubbed the feminine smelling lotion between his massive hands, warming it before slowly beginning to rub my feet. My head fell back against the pillows and my eyes drifted shut as I let his hands work their magic on my weary foot. As he worked, I nearly moaned, “You’re gooooooooood.” “I try.” I knew he was smiling even though my eyes were shut. “You’re going to put me to sleep if you keep this up,” I informed him. I raised me head and opened my eyes long enough to take a healthy swig of my mixed drink. “This feels so nice.” “I’m glad that you are enjoying yourself,” he told me looking in my eyes. “That’s the point. Would you like for me to continue with your legs?” “If you don’t mind,” I told him, taking another sip of my drink, letting it warm my insides as Kendrick warmed my legs. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter from his steady, hypnotic massaging. “Rub wherever you want,” I said with a lethargic stretch. “I’m all yours.” “Don’t tell me that,” he warned with a snicker. “I might get a little carried away.” “Get carried away then,” I dared him. WHERE WAS THIS COMING FROM?! I kept my eyes closed, more to hide my embarrassment than anything. Here I was, almost propositioning this married man! “Are you drunk?” he asked after a moment. “After one drink?” I said with a laugh. “Be for real!” “So you are completely aware of what you are saying?” he asked. “Yes,” I responded. “I apologize if I’ve offended you.” “Offended me?” he said, laughing. “No. I like it.” I laughed too. “Glad to hear it,” I told him. “So,” he began as he eased his lotion filled hands up my thigh. “Am I still welcomed to rub wherever I want?” I couldn’t speak as his hands kneaded my thigh, so close to where I was wet and ready for him. I could only moan as the throbbing hit me with such a potency that it made my body begin to tremble. I could NOT be getting ready to climax! All he was doing was massaging my thigh! I would be so embarrassed if I orgasmed in front of him. Women give men such a bad wrap for ‘bustin’ a nut’ prematurely. Now I feared that I was about to make a fool of myself. As he came closer to me, he inhaled deeply. “God, that smells good,” he whispered. “What smells good?” I inquired. “You.” “I smell like deep-fried food and beer,” I said, trying hard to lighten the moment. “I smell YOU,” he said. “Do I stink?” I said in horror. “No, angel.... It’s your pheromones.” He quickly explained. “A woman gives off a faint scent when she is aroused. You’re giving it off now.” “Am I?” I asked as his magic fingers edged further up my thigh. “Oh yesss,” he replied, his voice almost nothing but a rumble. “Damn, I love it Would I be too forward if I told you that I wanted you to cum for me?” My breath caught in my throat and I felt my clitoris twitch at his query. I nearly choked on a moan as I felt my body obey his desire. A wave of pleasure slowly flowed over me. “Kendrick,” I called out, Though I couldn’t fathom why. He had done nothing but asked a question. He watched my reaction with a gleam in his eye. I looked away from him, embarrassed at how easily I had succumb to mere spoken words. He quickly wiped his hands and turned my head until I looked at him. “What’s wrong?” he asked. I closed my eyes, “I’m just kinda embarrassed,” I said meekly. “For what?” he asked. “For cumming? That’s normal, angel.” “You haven’t even touched me!” I said, mortified at my weakness. “Do you want me to?” He asked, his voice serious. I almost couldn’t bear looking at him. “No,” I lied unconvincingly. “Oh really?” he challenged, spreading my legs apart. I felt myself throbbing in spite of the quick orgasm that I had just experienced. He crawled between my legs coming so close to me that I could feel his breath on my upper lip. He ran his hand up my thigh, coming close to where my panties failed to conceal my wetness.... Coming close, but not touching...only teasing... “You don’t want me to touch you, huh?” I had to bite my tongue to keep from begging him to touch me. I halfheartedly shook my head ‘no’. “Are you sure about that?” he said. “I can feel the heat coming off of that precious kitty without even touching it,” he observed, his voice and statement sending me closer to the edge once again. I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped my lips. “I definitely think you want me to touch you,” he whispered. “Or maybe you just want to cum for me again.” Gettin' Served Again, my body bended to his will, tremors going through me at his thinly veiled command. I tried to fight it, but it was almost useless. “Don’t fight it, angel,” he instructed. “It’s beautiful... Cum for me.” As I allowed my body to give in to him completely, I cried out as he finally ran his fingers along the panty-covered lips of my femininity. He then pulled my underwear to the side and touched upon my drenched lips. “Damn,” I heard him whispering. “So wet...” Feeling his hands move to the top of my lace panties, I raised my hips so that he wouldn’t have any trouble pulling them off of me. My breath quickened in anticipation of him touching me. As I reclined against my pillows with my skirt bunched at my waist, exposing my vast wetness, a part of my senses came back to me. At the risk of killing the mood, I wanted to know. “Ken, what about your wife, sweetheart?” He looked at me for a moment before answering. “I haven’t felt like this with my wife in a long time,” he confessed. “I’ve been wanting YOU for months on top of months.” “Really?” I asked, wanting to believe him. “Yes,” he answered. “Do you want me?” he then asked. DUH!!! I just nodded my head in confirmation. “Good,” he said. “Now hush and let me do my thing.” ‘Hushing’ was easier said than done as his fingers began to explore the dampened folds protecting my distended clitoris. I moaned out loud as he lightly played with me. My body jerked every time he gently flicked the tip of my clit. “You like that?” he asked before swiftly replacing his fingertips with the tip of his tongue. “Oooh.... Shit!” I cried out as he took his time, teasing me unmercifully. Unable to take the delicate torture anymore, I pulled his head closer to me and allowed him to devour me completely. My body moved against his face as his tongue went deep inside of me. I cried out his name when he nibbled ever so gently on my clit. My fingers dug into the back of his head when he sucked on my clit, sending me over again. My body convulsed wildly as I held on to him. He continued his oral onslaught even as I cried in an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain. Even when I tried to run, he wrapped his hands around my waist and kept me cummin’. He didn’t ease up until I screamed, trembling uncontrollably. He watched as I shivered from an outstanding orgasm and just when I thought that I was going to be okay, he would rub me and start it all over again. In an unexpected show of mercy, he pulled away from me. He stood and held out his hand. Unsure if what was coming, I accepted his outstretched hand. He pulled me to my feet and immediately brought my lips to his. I nearly passed out when his satiny tongue entered my mouth and dueled with mine. I became intoxicated by the taste of him and the essence of myself on his lips and tongue. The flavor, so new and unexpected... almost drugging. I clung to him, drinking from his mouth greedily. I had fantasized about this for so long... Pulling away from him, I kneeled before him. I reached for his belt and pulled it loose. After undoing his pants, I pulled them down and watched as his shaft strained against his boxers. Excited at just the thought of seeing it free, I reached for his boxers and yanked them down with excitement. I gasped as his massive ‘magic stick’ sprang forward, nearly hitting me in my face, ready to be served. “You want it?” he asked as he pulled off his shirt. “Take it.” Before touching him, I followed suit by pulling off my shirt and undoing my bra. I ignored the skirt that was still bunched at my waist, as I reached out and grabbed his thick stick. He groaned as I slowly stroked him with my hand. “Now,” he demanded. I gingerly took the head of his penis and ran my tongue around it before sliding it into my mouth. I felt triumphant as I heard him moan. I slowly eased more of him into my mouth before pulling away slightly and then taking more. I slowly bobbed my head on his shaft, taking more of him with each stroke of my mouth. I was amazed that his dick seemed to swell even more as I sucked on him. I could barely contain him in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if the kitty was even ready for THAT! I would think about that if the time came. At the moment, I was more focused on it being in my mouth and he slowly pulled his shaft in and out of my mouth in rhythm with my slurping. After what seemed like an eternity of sampling him, I felt his shaft twitch, signaling the oncoming of his culmination. I debated on whether or not I would take it or not, but he saved me from having to decide by pulling out and letting his juices spill upon my breasts. He grunted with delight as I took his dick into my hand and pumped out the rest. After a moment he of silence, he spoke. “I’m thirsty.” I watched as he made his way to my refrigerator. While he perused the contents of my fridge, I got up and went into my bathroom to wash away some of the wetness between my thighs and the gift that he had left on my chest. I looked up when he stood at my bathroom door. “What are you doing?” he asked taking a swig of a fresh beer. “Cleaning myself up a bit,” I answered, looking at his reflection in the mirror. “Why? We’re not done.” “Oh really,” I said turning around to look at him. I leaned against my sink and crossed my arms over my chest, almost daring him to approach me. I tried to act ‘hard’ in spite of the moisture that was already beginning to regenerate between my legs. “You already know,” he said confidently as he strutted up to me. He put the bottle to my lips and granted me a sip before allowing more to spill past my lips and down my chest. He then ran his tongue across my lips before following the trail of beer to my navel. My stomach tightened as his tongue dipped into the small pit of my navel. He then Lifted me onto the counter top and spread my legs before sliding two fingers into my wet cavern of womanhood. I groaned and gyrated against his sizeable fingers as he watched my responses to his manipulations. He then took one of my breasts into his mouth and lapped at it and suckled from it as I held the back of his head, pulling him even closer to me. After showing one breast some love, he turned his attention to the other, his fingers steadily playing with me as his thumb occasionally rubbed at my clit, making me spill wetness onto his hand. When he lifted me again, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me into my bedroom. He set me on my feet and turned me away from him, bending me over my bed. He tipped the bottle and I felt drips of the beer on my back from my shoulder blades to the crack of my ass. He licked every drop away before lightly smacking me on my butt. I whimpered a bit, not expecting to like the sensation as much I did. He then caressed my ass where it still stung a little from the hit. “I like that,” he admitted, before doing it again. Instead of being offended or disturbed by the stinging, I found myself becoming wetter and more aroused by it. I found myself actually asking him to do it again and he quickly honored my request. “Oooh...” I moaned, now loving the addictive sting.... He pulled away from me for a second. Then I felt him pressing the head of his shaft against my swollen kitty lips. My whole body hummed in expectancy. I clenched the bedspread as he slowly entered me, filling me, then stretching me. I bit into my bottom lip to keep from crying out loud. My body relaxed some as he slowly withdrew before slamming into me again. This time, I DID cry out in ethereal delectation. I tried to move forward, but I only slid against the satiny material of the bedspread until my face and chest were on the bed... My ass and puss still in the air at Ken’s disposition. He continued to fuck me from behind as I yelled and shrieked into my mattress. I felt his hands move from my waist to my shoulders as he drove even deeper into me, breaking any barriers that may have existed before I let him inside of me. “Oh shit,” he grunted as he laid into me with powerful, deep, hard strokes. “Damn, girl....” I cried out in response to his statements, loving the pain and pleasure that he was giving to me all at once. I couldn’t recall ever being had like this and I knew that I wouldn’t experience anyone like this again and it almost made me sad to think that this might be a one night thing. But fuck it.... I was enjoying myself RIGHT NOW! As I rolled my ass in response to his stroking, he urged me on, saying freaky things that turned me on even more. Telling me that ‘this pussy belongs to him from now on’...making me tell him that it was his... I was loving that shit! I screamed his name as I came on his meaty magic stick. He pounded into me harder and faster as wave after wave of Euphoria flowed over me. “You love this dick, don’t you?” he interrogated as he hammered into me. “YES!” I cried out over and over again. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” “Tell me you love it,” he demanded as his fingertips dug into my shoulders. “I love it! I love it!” I exclaimed as I felt another orgasm take my breath away. I felt his dick do that familiar twitch inside of me just before he joined me in orgasmic gratification. I felt him kiss the back of my neck and heard him say ‘thank you’ as my vision blurred before I fell into a temporary slumber... When I came to, I found myself laying under my bedspread and Ken looking at me from my chair where he sat, fully dressed. “How are you?” he asked, not moving. “Tired, but good,” I responded. “You?” “I’m good,” he replied, staring at me. “WHAT?!” I asked, feeling self conscious now. “Nothing,” he said with a smile. “I just hadn’t had a woman just pass out on me before.” Embarrassed, I looked away. “Sorry” was all I could come up with. “Do you always do that?” he asked, amused. “Only with you,” I admitted honestly. “I guess I will have to get used to it,” he said, standing up to stroll over to where I lay. “Used to it?” I questioned as I sat up a little bit. “I know you didn’t think this was a one-time thing, right?” he said, looking me in my eyes. “Hell no.... I gotta have you again. You feel to good.” I felt my face grow warm at his praise. “Thank you,” I said meekly. “The pleasure has been mine,” he said. “I should be thanking you... Besides, I still owe you a ride.” “A ride?” I said dumbly before his meaning sunk in. I blushed and said, “Oh.” “Don’t get all shy on me now,” he said, with a smile. “We’re just getting started. There are so many things that I plan to do with you and to you, girl.” His comment had me throbbing instantly. How much could my poor body take?! I wanted to find out firsthand. I reached for him and pulled him to me and before I knew what was going on, we were at it again. Ninety minutes later, we lay spent. After a shower together, he got dressed again and I climbed back into my bed, too drained to even change the sheets. I wasn’t going to be any good for work the next night.... After a few minutes of talking, he told me that he would see me at the restaurant if I didn’t call in, but if I did call in, call him. I already knew I would be calling him. It was the beginning of an affair that went on for a long, long while. Whenever, I tried to have a conscience about being with a married man, he would put his mouth on me or that wonderful magic stick IN me and I would be lost again.... Was it wrong? Maybe.... Was it good? HELL FUCKIN’ YES!... Better than good.... Finally, I was the one getting served and I was lovin’ it...