Freddy was doing the morning prep as he often did at the end of his overnight shift at the diner. His black hair was falling into his brown eyes and he brushed it away impatiently. He was feeling a little run down from the past few weeks. The one thing that still got him smiling though was watching Sam bend over the tables to wipe them down or put back the condiments. He often fantasized about what he would do if he had the chance and so many ideas swirled around in his mind. Once he had brushed up against her "accidentally" to gauge her reaction. She had been upset and told him to watch where he was going but he swore he could feel her eyes on his ass as he walked away.
He often wondered if she was thinking of him in the early morning hours when just the two of them were working the diner. Sometimes he would feel eyes on him but every time he would look over at her she was looking somewhere else and he was starting to think it was just wishful thinking.
He heard a loud crash and looked up to see Sam looking down at her soaked white shirt in horror as the tray and cups rolled around the diner floor. Her long, straight, blond hair was falling forward in sheets across her chest. Sam sighed heavily, shaking the liquid off of her arms.
"Hey Freddy?" Sam called.
"Ya?"
"Can you watch the floor a minute? I need to see if I brought an extra shirt today."
"Of course," he replied as his eyes drifted to her chest. He could see the pink floral pattern on her white bra and was trying to fight an erection.
He popped out of the kitchen and waited at the counter. He was dying to take a peek at her changing shirts but he thought better of it. He really needed this job. He stared out of the front door into the semi lit parking lot daydreaming.
"Thanks hun," she said, touching his shoulder lightly.
"You're welcome," he said, turning around.
He could swear he felt her hand briefly brushing his ass as he turned but she was looking at him as if nothing had happened. He noticed the second button on her shirt wasn't done up.
"Sam. Your shirt," he said pointing at the missing button.
"Thanks Freddy. That would have been embarrassing."
She fought with the button for a minute and he caught himself staring at her hands.
"Fucking thing," she cursed under her breath.
"Let me do it for you," he offered casually.
"Thanks," she said, smiling. She brushed her hair away from her neck and he could swear she was teasing him. He swallowed hard trying not to stare at her neck. In his distracted state his plan to do the button up with ease was failing miserably, but after a few fumbled attempts he managed to do up the button.
"That's sure a stubborn button," he joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Ya it is," she said. She was breathing deeply and her blue eyes were locked on his. She leaned in closer putting a hand on his muscled bicep.
He cleared his throat and ran his hand anxiously through the back of his hair.
"I should, uh, probably get to the kitchen."
"Ya of course," Sam said, batting her eyelashes at him. "You need something to keep those hands of yours busy."
He wanted to kiss her so badly and grab her breasts but there was surveillance in the entryway and he didn't want a lawsuit. So instead he awkwardly shifted past her and slipped back into the kitchen. He took a deep breath and was glad he was wearing his tight boxers today because he was way too aroused right now. He needed to cool down. He splashed cold water on his face and tried to focus on work. But his eyes kept wandering to the opening into the diner to find where Sam was.
She caught him looking once and smiled at him. He enjoyed it but he was worried. She never smiled at him. Must be something in the air tonight. He managed to make it through the rest of his shift and breathed a sigh of relief as the morning crew started filtering in.
Normally he said goodbye to Sam as he left or stopped to talk for a minute but today he escaped out the back door and rushed to his car. He wasn't sure what he would do if he was alone with her.
He rushed home and hopped into the shower. He was still sporting an erection and decided to take care of it quickly. He was picturing Sam taking off her work shirt and standing in front of him in that floral bra and her tight black work pants. She approached him and placed her hands on his chest and gripped his biceps. She stared into his eyes as she ran her hand down his chest and rubbed his crotch through his pants. She undid the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper and kissed his chest, and his stomach and his pelvis. She pulled his pants down to his ankles and got down on her knees looking up at him hungrily. She rubbed the outline of his cock in his underwear then pulled those off as well as she stared up at him lips parted slightly.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," fantasy Sam said.
"Get those beautiful lips on my cock," fantasy Freddy replied.
As she sucked his dick in his daydream he stroked himself in real life. It didn't take long for him to spray his load onto the shower curtain and he felt better.
It was going to be hard not to picture that scene though tonight when he was working alone with Sam again. Her touch had awoken something that he wished was still dormant.
He ate something quick and hopped into bed.
His sleep was restless. He kept waking from vivid dreams of himself and Sam at the diner. He splashed cold water on his face for the third time that day and decided trying to get more sleep was pointless. He was hard again from all the dreams and decided to jack off to some porn before work to try and get her off his mind. Every scene he watched he kept seeing Sam's face. It was hopeless. He finished at least hoping that would calm his raging hormones for the night.
He drove to work and sat outside in his car for a minute with his eyes closed. He needed to get rid of these thoughts. If he couldn't he wasn't sure he could control himself.
He heard a gentle knock on the window and opened his eyes.
'Fuck!' he thought in a panic.
Sam was outside his car. He wasn't ready to see her. He rolled down the window and smiled at her.
"Hey Sam. What's up?" he asked, trying to keep his cool.
"Just wanted to check that you were ok. You left pretty quick last night and then I saw you with your eyes closed and thought maybe you had passed out."
"I'm fine Sam, but thank you for checking on me."
"Are you sure?" she asked, pressing the back of her hand against his forehead. She held it there a moment as she looked him over thoroughly.
"Well you don't seem to have a fever."
"I'm really fine Sam. Just didn't get a lot of rest last night so I thought I'd rest my eyes for a minute."
"Ok," she said, eyeing him suspiciously. "Well I guess I will see you inside then."
"Ya. I'll be right in. See you inside."
He exhaled deeply as he watched her disappear in his rear view mirror. Being around her wasn't so bad out here but once he was inside he knew things would get more difficult. He took a deep breath and composed himself before getting out of the car and heading inside.
He casually greeted the evening crew as he went to his locker. He grabbed his uniform shirt and set it down on the nearby table. He pulled his t-shirt up trying to get it over his head. It briefly got stuck and he struggled with it a minute.
"Here let me help," he heard Sam say from somewhere behind him.
