These stories are entirely fictional... although "inspired" by actual people and who knows... possible situations?
Things were pretty normal for the next week. Kay kept coming in, and nothing more was done. Aside from the squeezes, but that was just a fact of life now. She had accepted it as a cost of doing business. Maybe it was just a crazy morning, Kay thought. Maybe Tyson just had to get something out... literally, and now things would go back to the same old, same old.
After ten or so days, she came to find out that wouldn't be the case. She had been once again in the kitchen working on something, when Tyson came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Been thinkin' of tryin' a new dessert."
Kay kept working. "Oh yeah? What's that?"
Tyson then moved his hands from around her waist, upwards, to cup her breasts from the inside of her usual floral sundress. She never wore bras much, so he was able to have direct access to them. He squeezed them and replied, "chocolate covered cherries." She felt something grow and rise and begin to poke her. "But I need to test it out first. Let's go to the office."
He put one hand on the small of her back and led her to the office on the side of the kitchen. Marcus and Daryl were in the front of the restaurant refilling silverware and napkins. Once Kay stepped inside, she turned to face Tyson, who promptly but gently pushed her shoulders down so she was kneeling, undid her straps to move the top part of her dress down, and then with a quick movement of hands, unbuckled his already sagging jeans and finally exposed her to someone who she had already met but didn't know by sight. She was thinking about how impressed she was with how smooth and quick his movement was when he had already pushed her breasts together and pressed her new friend (enemy? frenemy?) in-between them.
He slowly retracted it, and then slowly pushed onwards. The combination of the light sheen of sweat she already had, along with the fact that he was already leaking, made it feel smoother than she thought it would.
It went slowly at first. Tyson looked down, clearly enjoying the sight. His large mitts, pushing together her perky breasts, and the pure masculinity moving up and down, standing out by color, by girth, even by heat. Kay for her part chose to glance down only when it would retract, as when it would move up she knew it would be dangerously close to ending up somewhere even more intimate.
They stayed like this for a while. Tyson bending ever so slightly at the knees, in order to line up his impressive organ in-between her breasts. He started building up the pace, which meant she didn't have occasion to peek down anymore, but eventually Father Time gets us all, and as his knees started to ache he moved forward, causing her to lay back.
He then straddled her torso, continuing to push her chest together and creating a friction he really seemed to be enjoying. His face alternated between looking straight ahead, and then staring down at the action. He was moving at a more regular, faster pace now. His thumbs would play with her nipples while he was stroking.
Curious at what he was looking at when not looking down, Kay angled her head and noticed a full-length mirror propped up on the side of the office. She had never really noticed it before, but then again, she had never really gone inside the office before.
