[This is a work of fiction. All events and characters are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.]
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It had been one hell of a day. It was Christmas vacation and I was an eighteen year old, high school senior. And there I was, stuck in that fucking cafe, waitressing for more money to add to my college fund for next year! Everybody else was out cruising the mall, or something. Shit!
About everything that could go wrong that day, went wrong. I dropped a full pot of coffee on the floor in the morning. That was one shit load of glass and coffee to clean up. Just before noon, I burnt the fingers on my right hand when I tried to pick up a too hot bowl of soup for a customer. Then, in the afternoon, I accidentally short changed two different customers at the cash register and had my pedigree read loud enough by the second one for the whole cafe to hear. The fact that I am extremely attractive did not seem to help much, this time.
That second guy, of the two I short changed, just stormed out the door. He had no sooner left than I got a phone call from my asshole boyfriend that he could not pick me up at the end of my shift , which was less than ten minutes away, and I should look for another ride home! Shit! Another customer, sitting at the counter overheard my end of the phone call.
I had been talking to this customer about my day when I had to go to the register and shortchanged the second guy who had just left. After the phone call, I walked back to my listening post customer, almost in tears. In fact, I did start leaking a tear or two as I got back to him and he gave me his hanky and tried to soothe me.
Now this was one hunk of a specimen of the male animal. He looked to be late twenties, terribly handsome, blond, blue eyed, and "earthy!" He was well over six feet tall and sure knew how to charm a girl. I soothed easily! He said, "Not to worry, I can run you home, if you want."
"Oh God, that sure would be great," I replied. "I need to go in back to clock out and get my coat, then I will be right back."
I had a feeling about this guy, so I also stopped in the john and removed my bra and my panties and threw them in the trash can. I clocked out as I walked by the time clock and back out front to Dan. We walked out to his car and got in. It was a Porsche 911 (or so he told me, I wouldn't have known) and fire engine red. As Dan started the motor, I said, "Dan, my folks don't expect me home for a couple of hours. They knew my boyfriend was supposed to pick me up and we were going out shopping. I'm mad at him and horny as hell. Would you be interested in curing my horniness before you take me home?"
Well, he roared out of the parking lot onto Dart Avenue so fast, he snapped my head back into the head restraint on my seat! It was a good thing there was no snow or ice around yet! As he shifted gears, he said, "Where to, babe?"
I replied, "There is a good motel about a mile further down this road that will do nicely." Since Dan's car was a manual floor shift with contour bucket seats, there was no snuggling or hand play (I could have saved the bra). Anyway, He was too busy driving in traffic and stoplights and we were securely belted in place. But, my pussy was getting wet in anticipation and my nipples ached. I could also detect a rather large bulge growing down the left trouser leg of Dan's pants. Little beads of sweat were starting to form on his forehead. He must have been in a hurry to get to the motel or he was showing off or both, because he burned rubber through three gear changes as he pulled away from all five stoplights we had to negotiate on our way. It is a good thing traffic was light, because by the time he up-shifted all the way, we were really moving.
When we got to the motel, Dan told me to wait in the car while he went in to register. When he came back out, we drove to the other end of the building as he said our room was just inside the rear door. Dan locked the car as we got out, grabbed a sack from the floor in back of his seat, and trooped into the motel to our room. With heavy winter coats on, there was no hanky panky again. The first thing I noticed on entering the room was the large four person jacuzzi! Oh man, this was going to be great. My boyfriend could never have afforded this kind of luxury, the jerk!
We hung up our coats and turned to face each other. Now, some of you might be thinking, "Boy, she sure jumped feet first into this without looking!" Well, not quite. Fucking was not new to me. My father ran off with the next door neighbor's wife when I was five. In addition to waitressing, mother slept around, a lot, usually for a fee to raise me and three brothers. I knew my oldest brother's adult site pass word and spent a lot of time on the web looking at porno sites starting in the seventh grade.