My scream would have disturbed every neighbour, if there were any still working at this hour. His tongue was doing wicked things to my clit and my whole cunt. One hand was titillating my boobs one after the other. He always said that my lower stomach was my second best feature; the top of the list being my boobs. I heard, rather than felt, my juices rushing out of my pussy in a fierce jet, and my legs trembled as if I were a malaria victim. I could not remember an orgasm as powerful as that one.
But he did not desist. He continued licking me all over my lips and delved into my hole once in a while. I could still feel his finger deep in my pussy touching places I never even knew existed before now. I felt my body climbing the ladder of desire all over again. His fingers pinched my ultra-sensitive left nipple, and pulled gently. Electric shocks raced through my body, seeming to end up right inside my pussy. The combination of his stimulation of my boobs, licking and sucking my pussy drove me as high as a kite. Then he pulled my clit between his lips, into the warmth of his mouth. Again I exploded into a knee-trembling climax that threatened to cause my brain to black out. But I was never this wanton kind of woman.
I was an even-tempered woman just a few days ago. When I started work at the restaurant less than two months ago, I would never have imagined that it's name, Crave Kitchen, would have such a powerful effect on my desires.
I was in charge customer service, making sure that the waitresses were serving customers, and keeping them satisfied. It also meant that I would need to keep track of happenings in the kitchen so that orders flowed from there to customers smoothly. In time noticed a male customer, whose age became an enigma to me; he could be elderly, but I was never sure. He greeted me very warmly, introducing himself as Simon.
"I am so much a part of this place that I could be furniture!" he said. Every day he came in he would say something ridiculous about very normal things, drawing a chuckle from me. I found myself drawn to him in a way I had never quite understood.
Simon liked table number 25, which was on the corridor to the main operating store, where we kept fast moving items. So whenever I had to make a trip to oversee as staff drew items from the store, or sometimes when new stock came in, he would inevitably be eyeing me in ways I would have called lustful, yet which tickled me somewhere deep inside. I did not understand this behavior of my body, or why he had that effect on me.
One day he said, "I would love it if you came to work in a skirt." I shrunk at the very idea. I have never thought my legs were good for display. When I replied that way, he said I never see them from the proper angle, like he would be. I had to move away before he said something even more frightful.
Another time as I passed him on the way to the store he remarked that if that store door lock was a woman, she would be classed a prostitute, so many times it had a key inserted. I glared at him before the import of his comment dawned on me. I could not believe a man of his apparent age could be so free with his words, and to a woman, too! I dashed into the store, and as I left could only look sideways at him. Puzzlingly, my heart was beating faster than normal. What is this man turning me into? Such wicked cravings!
He went so far as to insist on ordering a double portion meal at lunchtimes so that he could "share it with" me. I found a special thrill in doing this with him, as it would be frowned upon if discovered. But I consoled myself that I never took anything from his plate, so no misdemeanor had actually been committed.
One evening he left at about 4pm, with a promise, which was uttered in a way as to sound like a threat. "I will be back!" It excited me in a crazy way to hear those words; my nipples tightened inside my bra. I thought I would not know what to do with myself if he failed to carry out his threat.
