The Waitress
I've always had a thing for waitresses. I think its because
often waitresses are women who really do enjoy serving men and enjoy
serving them sexually as well as in other ways. Then too, waitresses
often have a flair for showing off their legs. Especially in bars. I
guess its the clothes that the management makes them wear some of the
time. But would a woman wear a dress slit to her waist if it didn't
make her cunt juicy when men stared? I doubt it.
Over the years I've had great fun flirting with the sweet young
things that flit from table to table showing off their slut bodies.
I've never made any secret of my interest in waitresses and any woman
I've ever been serious about has had to deal with that right up
front. I just tell them that I love to look and love to flirt and
that if they will help me do it I'll fuck their brains out after I've
had my fun, and if they dont' help me I'll fuck the waitress's brains
out. That's fair, isn't it?
I can still remember the names of the best ones, and I have a
mental image of them in their little outfits. One of those "best
ones" was a gal named Sarah who really got off on my interest in
waitresses and loved for me to tell her about the others that I had
fucked. I found out she was bi and that part of her excitement was
due to her own enjoyment of waitresses as well, but I didn't care why
it excited her, I loved it. She used to tell me stories about eating
out some of her co-workers in the ladies room from time to time and
that always got my juices flowing. I remember one time when Sarah
fixed me up with a friend of hers and helped me make the little slut
come over and over for nearly five hours. We had that sexy little
bitch moaning continously. When we finally untied her and let her
leave Sarah and I fucked the rest of the night away. I'll never
forget Sarah.
One of the best waitress fucks I ever had wasn't a waitress when
I first met her. She was a saleslady for a new line of hosiery that
had just come out. The hosiery line is pretty famous now and comes in
those little egg shaped containers. When the company first started
marketing that hosiery they wisely used the gimmick of sending out
salesgirls dressed in very short little outfits that showed off their
product, which was of course pantyhose. The girl that called on us
had the finest set of legs I have ever seen and long brown hair that
came all the way to her ass in back. She was beautiful and I wanted
to fuck her so bad I could taste it. I couldn't get anywhere with her
when she was calling on us, and it was quite a surprise to me when I
found her several years later waiting on tables in a Steak and Ale in
a nearby city.
I fucked her that night, twice in the men's room at the
restuarant and several more times in her apartment. It turned out
that she was merely concerned about losing her job when she was
selling the pantyhose and was as glad to see me as I was to see her.
Her legs were just as beautiful as ever and one thing that really
thrilled me about her was how sensitive she was on the inside of her
thighs. I dated the sweet little thing for nearly a year after our
encounter in the restaurant, and I found that I could make her come
simply by running my fingers lightly along the insides of her thighs.
She went bananas if I kissed her there, and believe me, I kissed her
there often and well. By the time I got my tongue in her cunt she was
a basket case. I guess I'd still be fucking that little slut, but she
gained about twenty pounds and lost her appeal. Too bad, she was
quite alot of fun.
I'll have to admit that there are lots of waitresses who don't do
a thing for me. Probably the worst place in the world for waitress
hunting is truck stops. I seldom ever stop at them, because there are
so many dogs at those places. But there was that one time that I
stopped at a really busy truck stop along Interstate 95 and found
Ginger. Ginger was only 24 years old and had a body that would stop
traffic. She was the hottest little piece I'd ever seen in action in
a restaurant, moving from table to table and making men's mouths water
everywhere she went. It wasn't the outfit she had on or even her
beauty, but the wonderful and witty way she handled all the passes
that were made to her. She never really let the men get really vulgar
with her, at least not while she was working, but she always let them
know that she knew as much about fucking as any of them did and loved
it even more than they did.
The night that I met her I hung around, planning on getting a pop
at her after she got off work. I found I wasn't alone and that there
were four other men there who had the same idea. Ginger seemed to be
used to that and she handled it perfectly. We were all lined up
outside the door when she came out, and she moved from man to man,
kissing us all on the mouth and walking about ten feet away from us
before turning and saying, "Well, come along boys....there's plenty
for everyone". There was.
Not all the waitresses I found attractive were easy, for sure.
I'll never forget Brenda. She was a waitress in a small cafe in one
of the cities to which I travelled often. She looked like an angel.
She had that innocent little face and a thin, not particularly
voluptous body, and never really flirted with anyone. Still, she had
that inner quality that I've almost never been mistaken about. That
inner quality that says "I'm one of the women in the world that really
gets juicy when a man who knows what he's doing uses me in the right
ways". I tried all my best lines on Brenda over a period of three
months and couldn't seem to get anywhere. Finally I began increasing
the amount of my tips out of frustration, and her attitude finally
began to change just a bit. By the time she finally let me fuck her I
was tipping her over $50 for meals that never exceeded $15. I know,
it was crazy, and very expensive. But I just had to pop her, and it
eventually paid off well. She was every bit the slut that I had
imagined her to be, and we fucked off and on for nearly five years.
After I popped her that first time I never had to tip her again, all I
had to do was just leave her a note on the table telling her where and
when. She never stood me up or was unavailable, and she undoubtedly
had the most accomodating asshole of any woman I've fucked either
before or since. To be as sweet an innocent as she appeared she sure
did crave being fucked up the backdoor, and I obliged her often. In
fact, it got to be the kind of situation where she knew that I was
only interested in corn-holing her and I never had to ask for it or
even bother to screw her in the cunt. On several occasions when I
told her I wanted some pussy too she even invited a friend over so
that I could screw her friend's cunt and her ass. It really worked
out nicely.
There are lots of other waitresses that I could tell you stories
about, but these should suffice. Just remember that when you're in a
restuarant and you see a pretty young thing strutting her stuff that
she probably needs it as much or more than you do. Tell her what you
require and use the whore. You'll be glad you did. Oh, and dont' be
too tight to tip. It pays off in the long run.