Loading...Two years ago when I first became a full-time student at the state university’s city campus I was fortunate enough to find a part-time job, one that I still have to this day. Twenty hours a week I work in a small family run pastry shop called the Donut King. While the amount of money I earn there is modest, it is a much needed supplement to my student loan and savings.
“We’ll do what we can, Jason,” my dad had reassured me, taking me aside as he and my mom dropped me and my meager possessions off at school. “But you might want to try and find a job if you can.”
We’d talked about it many times before so my dad really didn’t need to bring it up again. My folks didn’t make enough to pay for my tuition, books, room and board outright but they made too much for me to qualify for sufficient grant money. I’d taken out a loan but we all knew I’d have to come up with some money on my own if I was to make it through four years at the university.
Still it wasn’t something I was going to lose any sleep over, at least not right away. Instead I was excited to be on my own and away from home for the first time and intent on exploring my new environment. So after my parents had wished me well and had gone back home I spent most of my time in the days before classes, wandering about the campus and the city.
My hometown was small and back there my senses had early on been imprinted with the native greens, browns and blues. Along with the smell of freshly cut grass, turned earth and rain-sweetened air they are cherished comforts, but also by then had become far too familiar. So in those first few days in the city I eagerly found myself basking in the new sights, sounds, scents and textures surrounding me.
It was the very next day after my arrival in fact that while exploring the area near campus on foot I found the Donut King. Truthfully, I first caught whiff of two of my favorite aromas: donuts and coffee, from a couple of blocks away then was lured unfailingly by them straight to the front door. By the time I had reached the little shop I had developed quite a craving and at that point my only thought was to get a fresh donut and a cup of coffee if there was enough change left in my pocket to buy them.
A Help Wanted sign in the window caught my eye as I pulled the door handle and stepped inside. The bell overhead clanged loudly for several seconds prompting the waitress behind the counter who’d had her back to me to cast a casual glance over her shoulder toward the source of the sound. It was then that I beheld Stephanie for the first time and like powdered sugar to dark clothing I was instantly drawn to her.
Casting a quick glance about I could see the shop was small but tidy and well lit. On the walls were framed pictures, prints and travel posters of the Greek isles, of whitewashed houses clustered about steep hillsides overlooking the unmistakable blue of the Mediterranean. There were also photos of the Acropolis, pictured both by day and by night in all its centuries’ old silent magnificence, along with notices not to loiter and a requirement to have a shirt and shoes on to receive service.
The combined redolence of fresh donuts, pastries and coffee suffusing the air teased my achingly empty stomach unrelentingly. Gleaming cases of glass and chrome behind the counter displayed a tempting variety of donuts, oversized and overfilled pastries and a wickedly enticing plethora of fine baked goods.
But after a brief glance at the contents of the display cases, what caught and fixed my attention was the girl behind the counter. She certainly didn’t look like any of the girls from my hometown. Whereas the ones I grew up with were blondes, brunettes or redheads, this girl’s hair was the deepest and darkest ebony I’d ever seen. Her eyes were so deep a brown as they glittered beneath her sable eyebrows that they might have easily been mistaken for black. Her skin was as exotic to me as her hair. It wasn’t white, black or brown but more of a silken olive. Truthfully there has never been a word in my vocabulary that could accurately describe the alluring tone.
Still as singular as she appeared to me there was something that seemed recognizable about her at the same time. Given the unified theme of the wall posters and the rich hues of her skin I concluded that she was most likely of Greek descent. Then it dawned on me. The dull waitress uniform aside, this girl might have looked at home atop Mount Olympus among the gods and goddesses straight out of an illustration from the Western Civilization textbook I’d bought that morning.
Since it was almost noon and most people had already made their coffee and donut runs for the day the shop was nearly empty. There were ample seating options but I sat on a stool at the counter, the better to observe this comely demigoddess closely. She seemed to be about my age and was leaning on an elbow sort of sideways against the stainless steel back counter next to where the coffee pots and stacks of cups were set. After having taken a casual glance in my direction, she’d gone back to giving sass through the service window in the wall to an unseen someone in the kitchen.
Leaning as she was caused the girl’s lithe body to stretch so that her already snug fitting uniform tauntingly emphasized each of her savory contours. My eyes had made it down to her sleekly muscled tawny legs, when her vocal tone softened from the one she’d been using to harangue the unfortunate and unseen someone in the kitchen.
“See something you like?”
Her question sounded innocent enough until I looked up and saw her sly smile and an ink dark eyebrow arched in my direction. She’d caught me scoping her out. With most girls I probably would have just laughed and made a hasty joke but with her I felt myself begin to blush. Mentally grasping, I noticed a sign on the wall behind her, proclaiming that the best cream filled donuts in the city could be found right there at the Donut King.
“Yes, I was wondering,” I stammered some as I tried to recover, “if you might have any cream filled donuts?”
“Well,” she paused as if to give my question serious thought, “since this is a donut shop and cream filled donuts are the house specialty, I think we just might be able to find you one.”
The girl smiled broadly then, her crimson glossed lips parting to reveal brightly white teeth. It was plainly evident she was enjoying watching me squirm.
“May I have one please?”
“Yes, you may,” she chuckled. “Would you like some coffee with that?”
“Yes, please.”
“Such nice manners,” the girl remarked, still toying with me as she placed the donut and a coffee cup in front of me.
She stepped closer until only the stippled width of the well worn Formica countertop separated us. Her eyes focused on the porcelain cup as she poured the coffee while adding a final dig at me.
“Your Mom must have trained you well.”
There wasn’t time to think of a retort as now I was hit by something far more powerful than her verbal barbs. It was an intoxicating mix of scents that flowed over me, urging me to take deep and savoring breaths. Vanilla, mint and a suggestion of something sweet and fruit-like were all discernable. Plus a hotter, more spiced aroma that I assumed had to be her perfume. They quickly replaced coffee and donuts at the top of my list of favorite scents.
She set the coffee pot on the counter and I looked for her name tag.
“Thank you, Stephanie,” I managed to say, drawing another deep breath, thankful for more than just the coffee and donut.
“Anything else I can get for you?”
Despite the slightest hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth, I couldn’t decide if she’d intended more than one meaning behind her question but I decided to act as if she had. Needing a job anyway, I decided there and then to apply for whatever position they had open. Regardless of what the pay was, there was certainly one obvious benefit if I got it and that was to get to know Stephanie better. And if I was going to work there, addictive scents or not, I decided I needed to assert myself and let her know I was no puppy on a leash, “trained” or otherwise.
“Actually, there is.”
As I took a long pause to sip my coffee and let her ponder the possibilities, I studied Stephanie. Her ebony eyebrows elevated slightly and she smiled in anticipation, no doubt in mental preparation to verbally skewer me. Was she thinking I was going to hit on her? That was certainly what I wanted her to think so that when I only asked for an application she’d learn she no longer had the upper hand.
“I noticed the help wanted sign in the window,” I continued when I felt I’d paused long enough “and I’d like to place an application.”
Stephanie’s grin returned and I’m pretty sure she saw through my ploy but she stepped over by the cash register and reached under the counter. Her close fitting uniform stretched across an ass so divine that it would have made any goddess jealous. In a moment she was back with an application and a pen that she’d pulled out of her apron then handed them both to me. Once more I thanked Stephanie, eliciting another wide smile from her.
Taking a sip of coffee I took up the pen and began earnestly filling in the form. Pausing after completing the top part with the name and address information, I took a bite of the donut. As my teeth sank into the soft, sugar coated exterior my mouth was instantly flooded with a deliciously rich, sweet gob of freshly whipped cream that could only be described as heavenly.
The application would have to wait a few minutes. This was the best damn donut I’d ever had.
So intent was I on savoring it that I didn’t notice that powdered sugar from the donut was falling everywhere. Once I did, I wiped my hands and the application off with a paper napkin and then continued filling out the form. When I’d finished, I motioned Stephanie over and she picked up the application and casually scrutinized it.
“So, Jason Sayers,” she began with a pensively furrowed brow as she readied herself to interrogate me. “Do you have any experience with making donuts?”
“Yes, I do,” I lied.
“Could you elaborate, please?”
“Sure, at the donut shop in my home town.”
“Does this donut shop have a name?”
“That is the name,” I answered quickly, trying to mentally catch up so I could anticipate her questions and give better answers. “It’s called… the Donut Shop.”
“What kinds of donuts did you make there?” Stephanie continued her smile broadening.
Like Socrates she was inexorably questioning her way to the truth.
“Both kinds,” I blurted.
“Both kinds…?” Stephanie’s left eyebrow arched higher.
“Yes, both the kind with holes and the kind without,” I answered, regretting the words the moment I spoke them.
Stephanie laughed heartily causing her breasts to jiggle delightfully beneath her dull but wonderfully tight waitress uniform.
“Why didn’t you add that to your work history?”
“I would have but they went out of business,” I replied then hastily added, “so it’s not like anyone could call them to verify anything.”
“Donuts both with holes and without and still they went out of business? What ever happened?”
“Oh, I guess after I left things kind of went downhill for them.”
Stephanie laughed again and I tried not to stare at her breasts while blushing with embarrassment at the feeling that I’d blown it with both her and the job. Then to add to my humbling she made a quick circle in the air around her lips with a finger to indicate I needed to wipe my mouth, which I quickly did after grabbing another napkin.
“I’ll be right back,” she said and headed into the kitchen probably to alert the rest of the staff to the idiot out front who wanted a job.
In a moment Stephanie was back but without the application no doubt having round-filed it, I glumly assumed.
“My mom will be out in just a minute to talk to you about the position,” Stephanie informed me. “Oh,” she added, “let me get that for you.”
Stephanie pulled another paper napkin from the dispenser on the counter and leaned towards me. Her black hair was pulled back in a pony tail but it still showed how lustrous and full it was as it seemed to flow in a soft, sable wave behind her head. With Stephanie’s heavenly face now just inches from mine, once more my lungs filled with her heady blend of scents. Transfixed, I watched as she parted her glossed lips and delicately touched the napkin to her wet pink tongue.
She carefully wiped up the powdered sugar that had fallen on my shirt. As she did my eyes were drawn to the shining silver cross Stephanie wore on a delicate chain about her neck. It seemed to be pointing to the hollow between the rich olive toned rise of her scrumptious breasts and my eyes quickly followed the directive.
When she’d finished wiping my shirt I looked up into Stephanie’s dark eyes, her face still just inches from mine.
“I thought you might want to make a good impression,” she explained casually.
Stephanie’s eyes, looking like two pieces of brilliantly polished obsidian, sparkled with warmth and at once I was elated to think all was not lost. Before I could respond though, a woman came out through the double doors from the kitchen.
The familial resemblance to Stephanie was unmistakable. She introduced herself as Athena and began asking me questions. As future experience would show me, while Stephanie was around it was difficult to concentrate on anything else but I tried to give answers to Athena’s questions while casting hungry glances Stephanie’s way each chance I could.
Stephanie acted oblivious to our presence as she seemingly went about her business. If she looked my way at all, I didn’t catch it. After a few minutes, Athena excused herself and asked me to wait so that her husband could speak to me. Swiveling on the stool, I whiled away the time watching Stephanie wipe off tabletops that already appeared to be quite clean. At times she’d need to bend over and stretch just that little bit extra to reach the far side of a table or one of the chair seats, stretching her uniform taut across her wondrous ass.
“How are you?” a masculine voice near my shoulder asked at just such a time, startling me so that I nearly jumped from my seat.
“What? Oh, I’m fine, thank you,” I answered turning toward the voice.
The man introduced himself and offered his hand to me.
“Nice to meet you Mr…”
His first name was Nick that much I’d caught for certain, but the multi-syllabic last name eluded me. He’d given it so quickly that I couldn’t exactly be sure what he’d said. The man laughed as he shook my hand and in my peripheral view I could see that Stephanie was thoroughly enjoying my being humbled once more. First the man catches me ogling his daughter then I can’t even attempt to pronounce his name.
“Now you see why everyone calls me Nick or Mr. Nick. Just pick whichever you like and use that.”
If he’d been at all offended he didn’t show it.
“I’m Jason Sayers, Mr. Nick it’s nice to meet you.”
“So, Jason Sayers, you want to make donuts?” Mr. Nick asked as he read my application.
“I want to work sir, whatever the duties might be.”
We talked for a few minutes and I explained about my going to school and needing money and he explained that he needed someone he could depend on to show up and work hard. The hours were early in the morning for the most part and that I would need to be on time as they were busy, so they had to keep making the donuts to meet the morning rush. He’d tried out several people and they hadn’t worked out for one reason or the other.
The hours and effort wouldn’t be a problem, I assured him.
He shook my hand again and went back into the kitchen leaving Stephanie and me alone. It was quiet enough that seated at the counter I could hear Mr. Nick and Athena in the back conversing in what I took to be Greek. Naturally, not speaking the language I couldn’t be sure what they were saying, other than I heard “Jason” now and then.
It was obvious that Stephanie was eavesdropping as she positioned herself near the service window, leaning against the back counter and facing me while cocking her head towards the opening in the wall.
“Stephanie!” Mr. Nick called through the window.
“Yes, dad?” she answered with a coy smile.
“What do you think of this boy?” he whispered loudly. “You think I should hire him?”
“Sure, dad he seems nice.”
“OK.”
Stephanie gave me a broad smile and in a moment Mr. Nick came back out and asked me when I could start. After he said good bye and went back into the kitchen, I stood up and asked Stephanie what I owed her for the donut and coffee.
“No, no, it’s my treat,” she answered with a negative shake of her head.
“Thank you. I appreciate your kindness.”
“You’re welcome.”
“So I guess I’ll be seeing you soon,” I added.
“I guess you will.”
Starting to turn towards the door, I stopped myself as a question formed in my mind.
“Do you always get the last word?” I asked her.
“Pretty much…”
Our eyes locked a moment then we both laughed. That was my introduction to Stephanie and her bewitching presence, her sense of humor and her competitiveness.
The next morning, which was to be my first day on the job, I made sure that I was early by arriving fifteen minutes ahead of my start time of four a.m. Mr. Nick greeted me enthusiastically. It didn’t take long to realize that he and his wife, Athena, are good people who are honest, hard working and frugal. They’re the kind of people you really have to respect for their efforts.
Unfortunately it also didn’t take long for me to find out that Stephanie had a boyfriend. Thankfully no one seemed to notice as my heart hit the floor and bounced a few times then rolled under the counter like a stale donut. It’s probably for the best I tried to tell myself once I’d loosened the knot of disappointment in my gut. Otherwise it would be too much of a distraction to work with her.
That first morning, her dad showed me how to perform one of my main duties, taking freshly made donuts, the kind without holes, and filling them with cream from a pastry bag and then powdering them with confectioner’s sugar. Mr. Nick told me that they’re known across the city and people go out of their way to buy them. That’s one of the two reasons we can’t seem to make them fast enough to meet demand some days. The other is that I’ve found despite our platonic status I have a hard time concentrating on my work whenever Stephanie is around and she’s around most of the time.
Each morning at some point she’ll invariably pass close by me and I just can’t help but stop and let my eyes linger on her. Stephanie’s unique bouquet of scents abides in her wake and I always use the opportunity to take several deep filling breaths. My eyes and mind quickly stray from donut batter and whipping cream to fasten onto her for the rest of the day.
Since that first day Stephanie and I have engaged in the sexually charged banter that is as much a staple of working in the food service industry as grease and sweat. For the most part if not completely meaningless it’s a generally harmless pastime but I swear there have been many days when just a glance from her dark eyes aroused such an aching desire in me that the hours until my shift ended became one tortuous long sexual fantasy. Early on I concluded that Stephanie has always been very aware of the effect she has on me and that she finds ratcheting up my level of sexual torment day after day an amusing game to play.
It’s Stephanie’s responsibility to run the cash register and serve the customers that sit at the long counter up front or at the small tables by the windows. From watching her count her tips at the end of a shift it’s obvious she is good at what she does. Some days the stack of bills and the pile of change she collects is quite impressive.
Unfortunately though, simply because I am distracted by her presence I sometimes fall behind on getting donuts filled with cream. You see if customers have to wait for donuts they don’t leave quickly enough or else they just leave without ordering, both of which situations cost Stephanie in tips.
It’s at peak times like those that Stephanie’s parents can become exasperated and yell in an almost comical mix of English and Greek. While they’re never insulting or hurtful to anyone, Stephanie on the other hand is prone to explosive rages that she frequently directs at her fellow employees. Coming from someone as bright and articulate as her these outbursts are especially shocking as her bilingual arsenal of swear words is quite formidable. For whatever reason though, she has yet to turn that sharpened tongue on me.
Naturally she saves most of the nastiness for when she’s in the kitchen out of earshot of the customers who all think she’s an angel. Especially the men, the regulars who make it a point to tell her how beautiful she is while over tipping for her service. Of course the fact that she doesn’t fasten the top two snaps of her uniform doesn’t hurt her cause either and Stephanie always wears that same small cross and chain of silver that guides ones eyes unerringly to the midpoint between the swells of her ripe breasts.
There have been far too many times to even count that I’ve had to endure unrelieved, watching Stephanie languidly glide through the kitchen while I’m squeezing saccharine-sweet smelling cream from a pastry bag into one end of a donut, squeezing until both the donut and I are to the bursting point. Then everything becomes sexual and the simple act of pouring sugar glazing over old fashioned donuts turns them into tray after tray of gaping pussies, each covered with and oozing hot, white cum.
So why don’t I do something about it you ask? Unfortunately for me, Stephanie has always been out of reach. As I said, she had a boyfriend the whole two years I’ve worked at the Donut King and like her, he is of Greek descent and from a comparatively well off family. Everyone, especially Stephanie’s parents have assumed they would marry after college. Everyone, that is except me.
She and I talk about all sorts of things and this past year if she mentioned him at all it was not in the way that a girl in love talks about her boyfriend. While I’m sure he’s a nice guy and all, she seems to be far more inquisitive and imaginative than he is. He seems utterly content to acquire speeding tickets in the sports car his parents bought him and otherwise piss away their money.
So while for two years I’ve endured the sweet torture of being so near to Stephanie but not having her, it was just a matter of time I figured before she would tire of him. He must have thought so too, for to everyone’s surprise but mine, he broke it off with Stephanie one night not long ago. The next morning she was in an especially rare mood, announcing the breakup to everyone on her arrival at work.
“What did you do?” her mom, Athena, asked.
“What did I do?”
“Well you must have done something,” Mr. Nick added. “Why else would he break up with you?”
“…because …he’s an ASSHOLE!” Stephanie screamed at them, effectively ending the discussion.
Ray, the old guy who washes dishes and sweeps the floors speculated it was because she wouldn’t let him fuck her. Somehow I doubted that. The way Stephanie dresses and moves, the way she looks at guys all suggested otherwise to me. In fact if there’s one thing about her I did feel certain of it is that she has an innate animal-like sexuality. The kind it seems to me would demand frequent feeding but would be seldom satisfied for long.
“That’s the girl’s whole problem if you ask me,” Ray said to me, poking the air between us with a gnarled old finger. “She just needs a good stiff one.”
“I’ll keep that in mind Ray.”
“Say Jason” he said as if he’d pondered up an epiphany, nodding his head toward the door to the dining area, “here’s your chance.”
“What, me and Stephanie?”
“Sure. It’d solve both our problems,” he said. “You might get laid and then she might quit breaking my balls.”
“I’ll think about it, Ray.”
After thinking it over for a full two seconds, I knew he was right. My social life was nonexistent with my class and work schedules what they are and there certainly was no denying my attraction to her. So I waited a few days until she stopped being in her words, “one pissed off bitch.” Then I told her I was sorry about her breakup though truly I was anything but unhappy about it.
“I guess he really is an asshole.”
“Why do you say that?” Stephanie asked.
“He has to be,” I replied, pausing to look her in the eyes, “there couldn’t be any other reason to break up with you.”
Stephanie locked her eyes into mine for a moment and she gave me a part quizzical look as if she was re-evaluating me.
“Thanks,” she said with a half smile.
We’d always flirted somewhat but our flirtations seemed to take on a different tone now as I tried to gauge Stephanie’s potential interest in me. Was it my imagination or just wishful thinking that she seemed to bump into me or brush against me with increasing frequency?
Of course, it’s not a large kitchen and when things are busy it’s easy to run into people. Stephanie often stops me in my tracks with a touch of her hand on my arm or back and then passes so closely that I can smell her powdery deodorant and almost taste the salty tang of her sweat as she brushes cat-like by me. She has to sense my eyes caressing her, I’m sure of it.
Just the other day as I was doing inventory in the storeroom, she reached for a box of straws that was practically right over my head. All the tender muscles of her body tensed as she stood on tip toe. Since Stephanie was right next to me I couldn’t help but have my eyes, guided by her cross and chain, slide down the top of her uniform to the light sheen of perspiration glistening where her breasts swelled above her bra. Then I saw her look out the corners of her eyes at me, so I quickly glanced away but she had to have seen where I’d been looking.
What she thought about it I couldn’t tell from her enigmatic smile but if this was a game for her I decided not to let it continue much longer. Either I had to have her or get over her somehow. Still I waited to make a move, hoping to sense just the right moment to politely ask her for a date. Not as simple as you might suppose as when word got out that she was single, Stephanie had no shortage of guys asking her out and she dated and dumped several in rapid succession.
But the fact is I really do like Stephanie and I do work for her parents, so I was determined to treat her with respect and go about things the right way. When they left on vacation to attend a wedding and visit with relatives in Greece, I felt it was the opportune time since she wasn’t going with them and I knew she wasn’t seeing anyone at the moment.
Mr. Nick had wanted to close up shop for the two weeks the family would be gone. Instead Stephanie insisted on staying. Like me, she takes classes in summer and she told her parents she couldn’t afford to miss the time without it severely affecting her grades. She assured them that everything would be fine with her running the place.
“Besides,” Stephanie added, “Jason will be here to keep an eye on things.”
Finally persuaded, Nick and Athena left for Europe on a Saturday morning.
That Sunday morning I was to show up for my shift at 4am as usual so we could be open by 5am but it wasn’t my alarm that woke me but a very loud thunderclap followed by a down pouring of rain as a front stalled over the city. Just the same, leaving for work I didn’t wear a rain coat as the storm had eased some by the time I got in my car but wouldn’t you know, the rain began falling even harder than before as I drove.
Mr. Nick has a rule that employees are supposed to park away from the front of the store to save spaces for the customers. Dutifully I complied with the rule despite the storm so by the time I made it from my car to the front door I was saturated. It probably wouldn’t have mattered where I’d parked anyway as hard as it was raining, I was destined for a soaking.
It was obvious from the unlit interior of the shop that I was the first to arrive. Assuming Stephanie was probably running late due to the storm I let myself in, jangling the bells over the front door as it opened, then turned off the alarm and turned on the lights. Stephanie’s tardiness didn’t concern me much. Sunday mornings were usually slow until the church services began to let out later on. She would have ample time to get the cash register set up.
First thing, I ground some beans and started a pot of coffee brewing. The shop was soon filled with the second most delectable scent to be enjoyed there. After that I went about firing up the rest of the ovens and fryers, figuring there was plenty of time yet to start the first batch of donuts with the weather what it was. Besides, while Mr. Nick wouldn’t have approved, we had enough leftovers to start off the day with, so I just pulled the plastic wrap off a few trays of the sticky sweets left from Saturday and stuck them in the display cases.
The first pot of coffee was finished by the time I was done with the trays and I poured myself a cup, each sip warming me from mouth to stomach. Whether it was the storm, the caffeine, or just my jitters about asking Stephanie out, all my senses felt keenly awake. Then alerted by the front door bells I walked over to the service window in time to see Stephanie arrive.
Naturally the employee parking rule didn’t apply in her mind, rain or shine she parked as close as she could to the front door. The rain was falling even harder than before though and like me she hadn’t worn a coat so by the time Stephanie reached the door and fumbled with the lock trying to open it, she too was soaked to the skin. She didn’t bother to relock the door behind her but just stepped quickly toward the kitchen.
Backing away from the service window I turned in time to see her come through the kitchen’s swinging double doors. Her natural thick waves of ebony hair had matted on her head. Water dripped from it and ran down Stephanie’s face, glistening in the fluorescent light as it followed the gentle curves of her neck earthward. Droplets sparkled like jewels on the exposed rise of her breasts to either side of her familiar silver cross and chain.
Stephanie’s already form hugging uniform was soaked all the way through. The wet fabric clung tightly to every curve and it revealed more than it hid. My eyes hungrily explored her as they moved down her ripened form.
Stephanie’s nipples showed chocolate dark and seemed hard as pebbles where they poked up through her wet uniform. They were the perfect topping I thought to the proud swell of her breasts. My eyes continued to study her closely as they tracked downward along the inward curve at her waist to the gentle flare out at her hips.
Even Stephanie’s mound was unmistakably outlined by her clinging wet uniform.
She hadn’t worn hose and the sight of the watery sheen on her skin made me want to lick up each drop that glazed the tender flesh of her legs. In fact I wanted to lick every drop from every inch of her body.
It seemed my plan to politely ask her out had just dissolved and was dripping away along with the raindrops that fell from Stephanie’s body onto the kitchen floor.
“Fuck ME!” Stephanie shouted as she wrung her arms and stamped her feet, flinging water from herself as she did so.
“You’re certainly wet enough for it aren’t you?” I asked.
“What’s gotten into you?” Stephanie asked with a laughing snort and a sidelong look.
“You have.”
Looking at her standing before me dripping wet, I knew there was no turning back so I squared my shoulders and faced her.
“Listen Stephanie, I’m not going to tell you that you’re beautiful because I know you hear that from guys all the time.”
“Then what are you going to tell me, Jason?” she asked, her tone softened but cryptic.
“I just want to tell you… that you…look…so…fucking sexy.”
“Yeah?” she replied, now standing calm and still.
“I’ve wanted you badly for some time Stephanie,” I explained. “But I’ve never wanted you more than right now.”
She didn’t say a word but studied me as she waited for me to conclude my thought which I did, though I’m not sure my next words qualified as a thought since I’m pretty sure they didn’t originate in my brain.
“I want to fuck you.”
Stephanie let the words hang in the silence of the cold kitchen which was only broken by the thunder and the rapid pounding of my heart.
“My dad would kill you if he heard you talking like this to me,” she said evenly, her midnight dark eyes on mine.
Was that a warning or a dare?
Stephanie didn’t move but the corners of her mouth flirted with a smile.
“I promise not to tell him then,” I gambled.
Taking a slow step toward her but never taking my eyes from hers I drew a deep breath of the heady mix of scents that her rain-wet skin and uniform just seemed to amplify.
Unable to take the torment of not having her any longer and not caring any more if I did get fired or if her dad would try to kill me, I moved toward her fearing only the possibility of her rejecting me. Only a single small step separated us now and I took it, leaning in slowly toward her until our lips touched, kissing her as the rain drummed furiously on the roof.
Stephanie raised her hands and placed her palms flat against my chest. For a second I tensed, anticipating if she was about to push me away. Instead she grabbed my shirt and balled her hands into fists, gripping the wet cloth tightly. My kiss became her kiss as her tongue found mine and pushed deep into my mouth. Her glossed lips tasted of strawberries and where our tongues met there were also hints of coffee and mouthwash but I couldn’t tell if they were from my mouth or hers.
Wrapping my arms about her I pulled Stephanie in tight to my chest. The exposed wet skin on our arms had goose-fleshed but now there was warmth building where our bodies met. Our kisses became more fervent as the slow friction of our hands moving over each other steadily built the heat between us.
Releasing her from my embrace I urgently squeezed Stephanie’s supple breasts, pinching her hardened nipples right through her soggy clothing. She gripped me at the waist and pulled my hips closer to hers.
“I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to make a move,” she interjected between kisses.
As if to reply I released her breasts and worked a few fingers of each hand into an opening between the snaps at the front of her uniform. With a quick jerk of my arms the snaps popped open and the soggy drab cloth parted and slid down her form into a sloppy lump on the floor. Stephanie’s exquisitely wet body emerged and she broke our kiss momentarily to step out of the wet pile of cloth like Aphrodite emerging from the foaming sea.
She stood there in just her sheer bra, patterned panties and tennis shoes. Her coal dark eyes heated as they watched mine taking in and caressing her supple body. Stephanie’s hardened, chocolate dark nipples threatened to poke holes through her bra while the thatch of pubic hair about her pussy showed thick and sable black through her thin clinging panties.
Stephanie reached behind herself, unhooked her bra and swiftly shrugged it from her shoulders. Bending for her now spectacularly free breasts, I ran the flat of my tongue like a pastry brush across the deliciously resilient rise of one, sucking the pebble hard nipple and as much of the surrounding flesh into my mouth as I could. Her breast began to slowly escape but I fought to hold onto the succulent bud as long as possible. My lips squeezed Stephanie’s nipple and my tongue swirled about its sweetened hardness as I sucked it fervently until finally gravity finally pulled it from my mouth.
Repeating the process on her other breast I then stood straight to hungrily find her lips again. As we kissed Stephanie gave a soft moan that I felt vibrate right through me. The vanilla mint scent of her skin filled my lungs with every breath. Stephanie sucked on my tongue while my hands slid down her back and into her panties, each happily kneading a cheek of her glorious ass. All the while my cock strained painfully against the confinement of my soggy pants.
Cupping the backs of her legs below her butt I lifted her until her head was above mine while Stephanie continued to attack my mouth with her tongue. Her wet sable hair, suffused by her shampoo with the aromas of exotic fruits, fell across both our faces and clung coolly to my cheeks and neck as we kissed.
Walking us over to the old wood table that served as my work area, I eased Stephanie down until she sat on the edge. Wordlessly I guided Stephanie’s shoulders back with my hands until she was propped on her elbows. She eagerly raised her hips and smiled as I pulled her wet panties off in one quick motion.
Pressing her knees outward I knelt before Stephanie like a supplicant at an altar inhaling deeply the scent of her rapidly heating pussy. The wine dark lips of Stephanie’s slit puffed out above the sable garnish of her lustrous bush. Leaning closer to her until the black pubic hair tickled the tip of my nose; I once more filled my lungs with her musk and made a mental note to thank her sometime for not shaving her pussy.
The dark tangle of her pubic hair seemed to hold Stephanie’s scent and I buried my nose in it breathing deeply then I ran my tongue along the length of her wet furrow. Maybe it was something primitive in her animal scent or in me but I quickly turned ravenous, parting the burgundy colored lips of her pussy with my thumbs and indelicately shoving my tongue as far inside her as I could. Then I repeatedly ran it from the bottom of Stephanie’s honeyed gash up to the top scraping her dripping slick sweetness onto my tongue and thirstily gulping it down.
When I found her clit I sucked it into my mouth and teased it with the tip of my tongue. Stephanie gave a long sigh then a “Fuck yeah” under her breath as I suctioned part of the wet folds of her pussy into my mouth then licked her precious pink nub once more.
Stephanie’s pussy grew wetter and more fragrant by the second. Moving from her clit, my tongue traced the ridge of tender skin between her asshole and pussy. Her anus glistened invitingly with our combined secretions which steadily trickled from her furrow. They formed clinging droplets that sparkled in the wisps of black pubic hair between her ass cheeks. But I hadn’t gotten my fill of Stephanie’s sweet cunt yet so I turned my attention back to it, letting her juices wash over my tongue as I eagerly licked and probed, swallowing as much of her dripping nectar as I could.
My tongue did laps, repeatedly tracing the lips of her labia from Stephanie’s perineum to her clit and back again as I was determined to make her cum. Moving my tongue in different directions, I varied speeds and pressure against the button hard nub as her thick, saliva-wet, black thatch tickled my nose. A few stray hairs stuck to my tongue. Looking up from her pussy at her wet and taut body, my movements on her clit didn’t stop as I watched and waited for a tell-tale sign that she was approaching an orgasm.
Stephanie’s breasts rose and fell more rapidly with each breath.
When she grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled my mouth tighter against her I was pretty sure I had gotten my signal. She gave another sighing moan and I felt her tremble as she pushed her pussy hard against my mouth, grinding her clit against my tongue.
“F-F-F-FUCK!” Stephanie groaned as she came.
My face was wet and I could feel droplets of her goo running down my chin and neck and on down towards my chest. The blood coursing through my painfully throbbing cock was near boiling.
“I want you inside me,” Stephanie said when she caught her breath enough to speak.
Taking my tongue from Stephanie’s dripping slit I stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my arm.
In a flash I had my pants down around my ankles while Stephanie quickly stood and climbed me like a club dancer does a pole. She circled my neck with one arm while her free hand guided the tip of my straining cock to the entrance of her steaming and streaming pussy. She rubbed the knob along her slit to gather some wetness on it but lubrication was hardly needed as with the first downward push of Stephanie’s hips I was deep inside her.
Burying my cock in Stephanie’s sweltering wet pussy was everything I dreamed it would be and well worth all the torment I had endured. Our mouths locked together as I held her firm ass in my hands. Stephanie wrapped herself around me and hooked the backs of my legs with her heels as I began to thrust over and over again into the hot, gripping wetness of her hungry pit.
After several heavenly minutes, I lifted Stephanie off my cock by the arm pits and set her down until she stood on the floor. Turning her as I held her hip with one hand I pressed forward with the other between her shoulder blades, bending her at the waist until Stephanie’s breasts were pressed to the scarred wood table top.
Her feet were still flat on the floor and that incredible, much fantasized about ass was finally introduced to me and I let my hungry eyes feast on it for a moment. How I wanted to kiss each of Stephanie’s round, firm cheeks then suck in mouthfuls of the soap-fragrant smooth skin and nip at it with my teeth. Instead, I grabbed and kneaded as much of the yielding flesh in each hand as I could. The actions of my thumbs as I squeezed each inviting cheek parted them slightly to show the glistening wisps of black pubic hair glistening between them.
Stephanie’s wet asshole puckered so temptingly, like it was a tiny mouth pleading to be kissed and explored by my tongue and begging afterward to suck my cock deep into its unimaginable tightness. But before the temptation to take her ass could overwhelm me, Stephanie rolled her hips some and her pussy bloomed pink and wet like a sun-seeking tropical flower after the rains.
Making another mental note, this time to give Stephanie’s goddess worthy ass proper devotion should the opportunity ever present itself again I eased my pulsing and eager cock back into her. The creamily edible cheeks of her ass rippled with a shockwave each time they met my thrusting hips while I pistoned my cock in the overheated cylinder of her pussy.
Gripping her hip bones like they were handles I jerked Stephanie’s butt towards me to meet each purposeful thrust, reveling in the feeling of her soft ass wetly slamming against my pubic bone as her voracious steaming slit relentlessly devoured my cock. She just groaned and ground her ass against me as I reached around beneath her to hold Stephanie’s silky soft tummy. With the flat of my hand on her stomach muscles I could feel my cock pushing deep into her.
“I want to feel you on top of me,” she pleaded, looking back over her shoulder at me with glittering eyes.
Pulling my cock out of her I helped Stephanie stand again. The table top would be hard but I noticed there was a pack of clean kitchen towels still in the plastic on the shelf underneath. Grabbing it I sat it on top and we both eagerly tore at the shrink wrap scattering the week’s allotment of white terry cloths over the surface of the battered old table.
Scooping her up with my right arm behind her knees, her arm around my shoulders, I laid Stephanie gently on the bed of towels then hopped up onto the table, my pants and underwear still cuffing me at the ankles. Stephanie eagerly spread her legs and lifted her knees, guiding my cock back into the clutching warmth of her pussy with her fingers, then raised her hips each time to meet my eager thrusts.
“Fuck me hard, Jason” she requested but I was in a rhythmic bliss and failed to comply quickly enough.
“Go on,” she urged. “Fuck me hard.”
Instead I pulled out of her.
“Raise up some,” I instructed her, bunching some of the towels under Stephanie’s lower back and ass when she did. Satisfied that she was cushioned adequately I slid my grateful cock once more into her eager dripping pussy. Reaching beneath her and gripping her ass I felt her hips thrust forward again and again to urgently meet my thrusts.
“Faster,” she ordered and I increased my tempo.
“Harder, fuck me as hard as you can,” Stephanie explained impatiently as if I hadn’t understood her the first time.
Her dark eyes smoldered with feral need as she looked up into mine.
“Is this what you want?” I taunted as I slammed into her ever harder.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
“Tell me what you want,” I commanded, full well knowing what it was already.
“I want you to show me just how badly you’ve wanted me.”
Stephanie’s jet eyes gleamed and her tawny cheeks flushed with hot blood and glistened with sweat.
“Come on,” she continued, urging me in a low lust filled voice, pausing slightly between each word as if to savor them, “Give…it…to…me.”
Catching each of her legs in the crook of each of my arms, I gripped the edges of the table to gain better support and walked my hands along until Stephanie was nearly folded double. She too reached out to either side and held tightly to the table edge as I resumed slamming into her as hard as I could.
With each stroke I pulled back until the circumcised tip of my blood engorged cock appeared between the wet and parted lips of her pussy. Then I drove my cock back into her as forcefully as I could, enjoying the sight of the shockwave of each collision ripple through Stephanie’s glowing flesh. From tummy to tits and back her body quivered with each thrust of my now aching cock.
Stephanie spurred my ribs with the heels of her tennis shoes in time with my every thrust almost as if somehow she could make me go into her deeper, harder and faster. Sweat beaded on us and ran freely off. Even in the still cold kitchen our bodies were slick with it. I could smell the hot scent of our sex. I could feel Stephanie’s wetness at the base of my cock, on my balls and even my inner thighs. Our bodies made a quick, squishing slap each time they met and I felt my balls bounce against her ass with each furious stroke.
Stephanie had no words now just noises, low and animal like.
Her eyes were closed and sweat dripped off her. She bit her bottom lip as her face flushed darker with her superheated blood. Even with the towels, my knees ached from the hard table top but I knew she was at the edge. Stephanie needed to go over and I wanted to see and feel her go there as thrust after thrust my cock pushed her closer.
She drew a deep breath and moaned. This was it. She teetered at the edge of orgasm. I gave her a shove, one last ferocious drive of my cock as I buried in her and held it there. Stephanie arched her back and ground her fiery pussy against me.
She let go of the table top to clutch at me as if she could somehow get me to go even deeper inside. Her nails scratched and bit deliciously into my skin as she tried vainly to grip my sweat slick back. Stephanie groaned and I felt her muscles tense beneath me. The slow heat that had began building with just a kiss, had now ignited and was engulfing us.
A tremble passed through her, I could feel it in the walls of her scalding hot pussy, which quavered around my cock. Her legs quivered as her sweat-slick thighs tried to clutch me, her heels digging into me as they desperately tried to pull my pulsing member deeper inside her.
The release Stephanie’s orgasm gave allowed her to relax the muscles of her body. My cock was still deep inside her and I eased her legs down to the table top and nudged them wider. Stephanie took deep steady breaths as I let her enjoy the afterglow. After about a minute she opened her eyes and looked into mine.
Laying full out on her I slipped my right arm beneath her neck to grip the top of her left shoulder. Cupping the back of her head with my left hand, I ran my tongue diagonally up her neck, tasting her sweat and savoring its salty sweetness a moment before raking my teeth back down the same path.
Sucking some of the delicate flesh of Stephanie’s neck I held it with my teeth then scraped across her skin as I released it again. She shivered deliciously when I did that but I left her neck and kissed her mouth hard, offering my tongue which she eagerly sucked in. My hips began to move my cock earnestly in and out of her again and there would be no denying my release any longer.
Now the fire between us turned on me. It kept building, growing hotter, burning in my chest and deep in my gut. It was building in my balls as I pumped my cock urgently into Stephanie’s steamy pussy. She grabbed my ass cheeks as I ground against her, my cock churning the hot juices of her sweet pit.
The sweat that pooled between us threatened to boil.
Two years of desire demanded release. Two years of filling countless fucking donuts with cream. Two years of fantasy and torment, from seeing Stephanie, smelling her, all of it pent up inside me and needing to get out.
Now I wanted to fill her with every drop of cum I had. Stephanie had earned no less with every look, each touch, and all the times she had “accidentally” brushed against me.
The pressure in my balls kept building as they desperately tried to vent. They tightened when Stephanie worked a hand between us to caress them with her fingers. She studied me intently and when she sensed I was near she pulled her hand away.
Grunting Neanderthal-like, I thrust once more as deeply as I could into her. Stephanie’s nails were now digging into my ass cheeks as she tried to pull me deeper into her. We held there while every muscle in my body contracted. My cock pulsed and my balls emptied themselves into Stephanie’s voracious pussy in several long gushes.
My cock was still throbbing and swollen as it slid reluctantly out of Stephanie and I collapsed atop her and we held each other while trying to catch our breaths.
With a hand on either side of my face Stephanie raised my head to look in my eyes. There was softness in hers that I hadn’t seen before and she kissed me with a tenderness I hadn’t known she possessed.
The moment was broken by the clanging of the bells that hung over the front door.
“Oh, FUCK!” she swore in a mixture of annoyance and sudden adrenaline.
Stephanie pushed on my ribcage with her right hand and rolled me off her as she hopped down from the table and scooped up her clothes. She handed me her bra and panties which I stuffed in my pockets as soon as I had my pants up and zipped. Stephanie just stepped into her wrinkled and soggy uniform and quickly snapped it up. Then she pushed the still wet hair back from her face and headed out through the swinging doors to greet the customer.
Peering through the service window, I could see the customer was a truck driver who must have decided to stop and sit out the storm. He did a double take at Stephanie’s still flushed and sweating face but didn’t comment. Instead he scanned the display cases as he climbed atop a stool at the counter.
“Cup of coffee,” he muttered.
Stephanie placed a well worn but thick porcelain cup before him and poured some coffee into it.
“You got any cream filled?” he asked perusing the sparse display case over again as if he might somehow have overlooked them before.
Stephanie sat the coffee pot on the counter and turned towards me in the service window, resting her elbow on the counter. She pushed away an errant lock of hair that had fallen across her face, her cheeks and eyes still carrying the crimson afterglow of our coupling. Her damp uniform was clinging so sexily to her now braless and pantyless body that I felt myself beginning to get hard again.
“Jason, we got any cream filled?” she asked as innocently as she could manage while still short of breath.
The inside of her right leg was visible below the hem of her uniform which rose several inches above her knee as she leaned against the counter. My eyes were drawn to her leg just as a droplet of our mingled cum rolled down it leaving a glistening trail in its wake.
“In the oven,” I said with a shrug.
Stephanie just gave me one of her sly half smiles and a wink.