Waitress Finally Gets Her Man



I had never known a real man. My first experience was
with a boy. But the day I met John I knew that all of
that had changed. I had been working as a waitress at
Hooters and had grown quite tired of all the men and
their leers and comments, but I stayed because I
always got really good tips and I had to make my way
through college some how.  All of my boyfriends had
always only been interested in pleasing themselves and
that always got in the way of my own orgasms. I found
that I had more fun with a video and my vibrator, my
two best friends!  John came to the restaurant one day
with a couple of buddies of his after work. It was
someone's birthday and they were taking him there to
cheer him up since his girlfriend had just left him. 
There was a rowdy crowd that night at Hooters and it
seemed like people were really worked up.  Just then a
fight broke out at one of the tables and I got knocked
to the floor by a swinging arm. I had hit my head, but
when I woke up I was looking into the face of the most
handsome MAN I had ever seen. He was wiping a damp
handkerchief on my forehead and trying to get me to
wake up. He helped me up and offered for me to sit
down at his table, which I did. I couldn't really
focus for a couple of seconds; I had just had the wind
knocked out of me and needed to regain my strength. 
"Wow, you got knocked hard,"he said with a small
encouraging smile. 

"Yeah I know,  I hate it when that happens," I said
looking into his big blue eyes. Everything suddenly
seemed all right.  "I better get back to work or no
tips for me," I said with a small coy smile.

I got up and rushed to get the next order ready. The
perpetrators had been hauled out by this time. I made
my way to the kitchen and got the tray full of wings
and beers. On my way out I saw that John's friends had
left him there alone and he was sitting at the table
looking straight at me. I walked over and asked him
what happened to his friends.

"They decided to go out to a strip club and I didn't
want to go along. I don't like that sort of thing," he
said.

"Plus I'd much rather get to know you."

I smiled and said, "Well, I get off in about twenty
minutes, do you want to go do something after my
shift?" 

"Sure!" he replied. "I'll be right here waiting," he
said with a big smile.

I was almost going weak in the knees with his smile
and I decided then and there that I was going to be
with this guy tonight. 

As soon as I had finished serving my final table I ran
to the locker room to change out of my work clothes
and into something more comfortable. I threw on jeans
and a sexy tight white see-through tank top.  That
always got the guys I'd gone out with hard, so it was
bound to work here. I do have D breasts and if I do
say so myself, they are quite lovely.  So I packed up
my stuff in my backpack and went out to meet John. 
When he saw me there was a look of pure lust on his
face. I could tell he wanted to get in my pants right
there at the booth.  

"Ok, so where to," I said, hoping he'd say his place.
"Where would you like to go?" he asked.  

I wanted to tell him exactly where I wanted to go, but
I thought I'd better hold off for a little bit so he
doesn't think that I am a slut.

"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could go down to
the coast to take a walk along the beach," I said.
"Ok, let's go then," he said as we walked towards his
car.

We got in and as we were driving I realized that I
didn't care if he thought I was a slut. I wanted him
so bad I could feel my panties getting wet with just
the thought of him touching me.

I reached over to touch his arm as he shifted gears
and when he looked over I gave him a naughty look of
pure lust so I could get the idea across to him.
He took my hint and pulled off the road. I pushed my
chair back as far as it would go and I urged him over
to my side.  He crawled over so that he was positioned
above me. He hungrily placed his mouth on mine and
kissed me more passionately than I had ever been
kissed before. I was kissing him back with desire and
wanton lust, I wanted to skip everything and get
straight to the sex. He ripped off his shirt and then
helped me get my tank off and then my bra. As soon as
my bra was in the backseat his mouth was on my right
nipple and his hand on my left making sure to give
equal importance to them both.  I was maneuvering my
hands under him trying to undo the belt buckle on his
pants. I wanted those pants off immediately so that I
could get him in me as soon as possible. 

Soon I had his pants down and his cock sprang up, I
couldn't believe the size, he was more man than any of
the boys I had ever dated. I wanted desperately to
have him in me. I knew that he would be able to fill
me like I've never been filled before.  I jutted out
my hips so that he would sense my urgency and start to
fuck me.  He knew what I wanted and before I knew it
he was in my tight hole and I could feel him going up
further and further; My cunt was so tight and I could
feel myself tight around his cock. He pumped slowly at
first all the time devouring my neck with his mouth.
His hands in my hair, pulling it and tousling it. I
loved to feel all of him in me and his hands all over
my body. I wanted him to fuck me harder so I screamed
out. "John I need you to hurt me,"  I said. "Please,
harder,"  

He then started to pump with real initiative. As hard
as he could, he jammed his cock up into my now very
slippery cunt. I didn't think I could hold out and I
orgasmed  before him, because I knew that he could
make me orgasm more than once.  He felt my cum run
down his leg and he heard my sigh of release and he
said, "Hold on, because you're going to come more than
just once tonight"

I knew that was true and I worked my muscles around
his cock so that he would feel me squeezing him
inside. 

"God, that feels so good," he said. "Do that some
more"

I kept up the squeezing and he reached down with his
hand to massage my clit.  I almost lost it and I had
my second orgasm. This time I screamed and squirmed
beneath him. I had my hands all over his body wanting
to scratch him from my pleasure.  

I had my nails in his back when he said " Oh please
scratch me, I love it" 

So I was happy to oblige. I scratched his arms and his
chest until it was red. He couldn't handle all of the
excitement and was getting ready to come. 

"I'm ready, are you?" he asked

"yes! Come please! I want you to fill me!"

And with that he came and I felt it gushing into me
and then seep back down his prick. He fell on to me
with no energy left. He kissed my chest and then
crawled back to the drivers seat. I told him that he
was the best I'd ever had and that I wanted to make
this a regular occurrence. He agreed and we've been
having mad passionate sex for over a year now, nothing
has changed.