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After years of waking up at 3am to go to work, the pleasure of waking up at 5am has always made me feel deliciously sinful. It was my day off and I considered wandering downstairs to the small grill I work in to grab some breakfast.
The rumbling in my stomach eventually convinced me and I threw on a simple summer dress and ran my fingers through my long brown hair. After all, the grill doesn't get busy until around 6 and I planned to be in and out long before then.
As I padded down the back steps I heard a commotion that should have warned me to turn around and run back to my room. I heard pots and pans being slammed together and several grumbles that I knew could not be coming from sweet Janet, the young woman who cooked on my days off.
I cautiously peeked around the corner at the bottom of the steps into the grill and got caught.
"Oh thank God you're here. Janet called and she's running late and I don't even know how to cook grits much less how to get all this sausage and bacon going. Customers are already complaining and I'm doing the best I can but of course it's not good enough for THEM." Donna waved towards two regulars sitting at the counter looking highly amused, "All THEY want to do is sit on their duffs making jokes and I'm about tired of all of this, I'm a waitress dammit not a cook!"
I stood at the edge of the stairs throughout her tirade nodding and trying to make conciliatory sounds, though I doubt she even saw or cared. Poor Donna did look funny standing behind the counter, close to tears, while staring at a bag of grits like it was a profound math problem that was about to do her in.
"Just let me run upstairs and change" I started.
"I need you NOW!" she whined. There is absolutely nothing, short of nails on a chalkboard that will drive me over the edge than a small southern blonde with a high voice whining. I rolled my eyes towards the heavens for help and stalked to the stove, praying the health department didn't chose now to stop by for a visit.
Grabbing the grits from the blonde, I shooed her away from the stove with a command to go entertain the customers. She actually kissed my cheek before bouncing off with a smile on her lovely face.
In a matter of what felt like minutes I had everything going and orders were filled and out of my way. I stopped to feel eyes on me. I turned to find Bill and some of the other regular customers staring at me.
Bill was a regular customer every morning at the coffee shop. Each morning at 6am sharp he'd come strolling through the door with a smile on his face, and call out to each of "his girls" a cheery good morning. They'd all stop what they were doing to smile and call out a return greeting. Each of them vied for the chance of serving him.
Bill was a good-looking man. Tall, maybe 6 foot 4, with an athlete's build and ice blue eyes that seemed to glow from his suntanned face. His good looks alone would cause the waitresses I worked with to go all a titter, but his constant cheerful disposition caused even more of an uproar.
"Bill's so sweet.' 'Bill's so handsome.' 'Bill's so wonderful.'" The praise was mind numbing and quite honestly, sickening.
As the only morning cook in the small grill. I was always much too busy cooking to worry about the customers. My only concern is getting their food prepared, cooked, and to the waitresses in a hurry. Admittedly, when time permitted I would chance a look at the customers, and yes, I had noticed Bill, in his crisp white shirts, red power tie, and suits cut to perfection. However, to me, there were "real men" in the grill that stood out as better looking.
Like the guy that sometimes came in to eat with Bill, now there was what I like to call "sin on a platter." Same height as Bill, but with a more powerful build, such as a construction worker would have: Powerful shoulders and arms, a tapered chest, and thick long muscled thighs. Just thinking of those rough callused hands running over my body could break me out into a sweat. Of course this would be one of the mornings he was with Bill.
I swallowed and blushed deeply as I realized how focused on my work I had been. I could only imagine what I'd looked like, standing over the hot grill in only a light dress, my long hair flying all around me, while I was so absorbed in cooking. I felt a bead of sweat begin it's course down my blushing cheek and wiped it away with the back of my hand.
Janet chose that moment to come in. As she bustled in making apologies and putting on an apron, something that I'd forgotten to do in my haste, I did my best to retreat towards the stairs that would lead me to back to my private room away from all the staring men. I cursed the efficient Janet as she questioned me on what was left to do and therefore stalled my progress.
I backed right into what felt like a wall. Knowing the grill the way I do I knew there was no wall there. I continued talking to Janet as I reached my hand back behind me unconsciously to feel what was blocking my path. My hand settled over what I found to be a warm denim covered crotch and I jumped, turning to find myself staring up into Bill's friend's amused green eyes. I blushed and stammered my apologies all the while wishing I could melt through the floor and wondering why I'd ever gotten out of bed this morning.
He chuckled, and wiped a strand of hair from my face. The feel of those rough fingers against my cheek, the same way I'd fantasized so many times, shut me up immediately.
"How about joining Bill and I for breakfast? Looks like you could use a break."
I felt myself nodding a yes, but it was to the fantasies that were in my head, not the actual request that I'd barely registered. The sound of his deep voice, warm as melted butter, had instantly attached to my fantasies that were playing in my mind.
I realized as he took my arm to guide me to the table what he thought I had agreed to and demurred. I couldn't have breakfast with these two men. There was no way. I wasn't dressed for one thing I protested. I watched his eyebrow go up at this and his gaze once again traveled my body before he issued the standard, "You look fine."
My body felt like it was on fire where his gaze had touched. I could feel my nipples responding to the fire, peaking, tightening against the fabric of my dress. The feel of the soft cotton rubbing against my hard nipples distracted me to the fact that I was actually being guided to the table. The soft-teasing caress caused my nipples to ache and stiffen into small pencil sized erasers.
"Well wonderful, you convinced our hard working girl to join us this morning, David," I heard Bill say. Oh, his name is David, perfect, I thought. I looked from David to Bill and suddenly realized I was fixing to sit down at the table.
Oh my god girl. Pull yourself together. What are you thinking of? Get your mind out of the gutter and get out of this!
"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't... I just came down for some breakfast, and Janet wasn't here and Donna was having some trouble... I was just helping... I really should get upstairs and get some things done..." I stammered out.
Both men immediately vetoed my suggestion and I sat down in the booth defeated. I scooted over quickly as David sat down beside me, trapping me into the booth and the situation.
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| A Saturday Off Chapter 1 Part 2 |
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I looked over at Bill to find him staring at my chest. Oh my, how embarrassing, so much for my cool work fa?ade. His staring seemed to perk up my traitorous nipples, and I wiggled slightly against the cold vinyl seat under my bare bottom, making a note never to leave my room under dressed again.
Donna bounced over to take our order. I'll never like that woman again, she got me into this. As she smiled and preened over the men I glared at the woman before snapping out my order.
Then David placed his hand on my naked thigh under the table. My mind went completely blank as I felt that rough hand gliding up and down my thigh. All my senses were concentrated on the area between my knee and mid thigh as his hand slowly rubbed back and forth. Gently he lifted my lower leg up and I propped it against the seat across from us. Immediately I felt Bill's warm crotch slide against my toes. I looked up and Bill smiled at me as I felt his hand over my toes, pushing them into his hardening crotch.
I stopped all movement and looked at the two men with me. Both were watching me expectantly. I realized that Donna had left to fill our orders. My mind raced.
Bill, across from me, so good looking. Staring at those ice blue eyes, the freshly shaven cheek, baby soft, that I just knew would smell of expensive aftershave. The dark hair just curling at the top of his white button-down shirt, suddenly I wondered how that tanned skin under the crinkling hair would taste. If those eyes would close in ecstasy while he came or would they capture my soul?
David, beside me, so rugged and wild, the roughness of his hands that I had yearned for so long, were already driving me crazy. I looked up to his face, the chiseled cheeks, already covered with dark whiskers. Those thick, full lips of his so kissable. I wondered if he would let me suck that bottom lip into my mouth, tease it with my tongue and teeth. The green T-shirt so tight against the muscles of his chest, tucked into jeans that I already knew clung tight against that ass that I had admired so many times.
I shifted again on the vinyl seat and felt my juices against my bottom. What was I thinking? I was at work, surrounded by people who knew me! I shouldn't even be considering this, but it had been so long, and who would know? I looked down at the red and white vinyl tablecloth that I'd thought so tacky before and silently praised my boss's lack of taste. Blushing, I looked back up at the two men and grinned. Both men grinned back at me. David even winked slyly at me and a wicked giggle escaped from my lips.
Donna brought our plates over, with a suspicious (and perhaps jealous?) look at me. I was amused at the way she hovered at the table, offering more coffee, ketchup, and even more juice for my already full glass. Eventually there were no excuses to keep her close, she shot me one last glare before moving off to more customers.
We all ate slowly, concentrating on what was going on under the table more than what was on the table. My toes rubbed slowly up and down Bill's growing cock, while my right hand rubbed David's throbbing member through his unzipped jeans. David's left hand massaged the top of my thigh, slightly grazing my clit with each movement.
The two men kept a conversation running throughout, about what I had no idea, nor did I care. I was being driven to distraction just trying to remember to eat during all the sensations.
Bill captured my foot against his crotch and I looked up to him as he smiled at me. He sat up slowly pulling my foot with him, thereby pulling me further down in the booth. David reached down and lifted my other leg to straight and I felt Bill's hand around my ankle as he propped my foot against the seat. David sat up then, removing my hand from his stiff cock, and adjusted his fly. I looked at them both through my daze of lust.
"Just relax and enjoy," David whispered huskily to me as he handed me my now half-full glass of orange juice. He had to wrap my fingers around the glass. "Just concentrate on holding the glass and looking like you're paying attention to our conversation."
I wrapped both hands around the glass, knowing he asked the impossible as he cupped my sex in his hand. He dipped two fingers in my soaked slit and slowly ran them up to my engorged clit. Trapping my clit between those fingers he slowly rotated his hand on my mound. I bit down on my bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud and focused on the glass in my hands as the juice shook inside.
He circled my clit several times before placing a third finger just on the hood. Slowly he rubbed from the bottom of my wet pussy to the top several times, then began circling my throbbing clit again as I began panting. Bill coughed and my eyes flew to his face, then to his lips as he carried on the conversation beyond my understanding.
My hips rose and fell in accordance with David's rhythm, yearning for the fingers to slip inside to fill me. Soon the sensations were too much and I felt the fire rush down my belly to fill my sex and release the juices inside me. I saw Bill take the glass from me before I shut my eyes.
David immediately slipped two fingers in my spasming pussy, curling them slightly up and against my g-spot as I lost control. He stroked in and out as I bit against my knuckle to keep from screaming out my release. As the climax subsided he slowed the strokes before pulling completely out of me and causing me to jump as he grazed over my clit one last time.
I opened my eyes and quickly glanced at the others around us as I once again remembered where I was. My body was flushed and covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and I just knew that everyone in the grill knew what had just happened.
"Relax, no one saw." Bill said, "Now, we're going to pay the bill and you're going to join us in an afternoon of pleasure."
I nodded slowly and grinned at the two of them as I contemplated the day ahead of me. To think I had thought this was going to be just another boring day off.
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A Saturday Off Chapter 1
