At The Diner

I walk into the diner looking for something to eat, and a place to keep warm. The snow outside the door is swirling in the wind. I step inside and notice that, other than you, I'm the only one in the place. As I take a seat in the booth in the corner, you glance up from counting your tip money. I smile and you walk over to me.

We exchange pleasantries, and as you walk away to get my water and silverware, I can't help but stare at your gorgeous legs and ass. Your uniform comes just above your knee and you have on my favorite beige colored pantyhose. The light shining off your calves makes me warm all over. As you return to me, you smile broadly and say, "What'll it be, Handsome?" I smile again and as I look over the menu I ask if you're on here.

Of course you've heard that stale old line a million times, but still manage a believable chuckle and say, "Sure. Right there under the 'Hot Dishes' section." I laugh, place my order and watch you walk away. I don't see any noticeable panty-line, and that makes me more than warm.

As you approach me again I ask why there aren't any more people in the diner. Since it's the midnight shift, you tell me there isn't a need for more than 2 people, and the fry cook went home sick. I ask if you'd like to join me to keep me company. You oblige, and as you slide down into the booth, your skirt slides up to more-than-mid-thigh. I notice the part of your pantyhose where the lighter leg meets the darker upper-panty part. This drives me wild.

I ask if it's been busy and you say, "No, not really. Weather and all keeps people in their nice warm beds." I ask if you have a nice warm bed to go home to and you reply, "Nice and lonely", With a sly grin I ask if you'd like company, not expecting the answer I get: "Sure... you interested?" I stammer an excited "Yes." Not sure if you're serious or not. You say, "Be right back" and again I watch your beautiful ass and legs walk away from me.

You bring my burger and fries back, set them on the table and take your place across from me once again. I begin to pick at my fries and offer you one. You say, "Sure." I hold one over to your sweet mouth, and you take it from between my fingers. As you do though, you suck the ketchup off my knuckle. I ask if you'd like another, and again you comply. This time, however, you reach across the table, cup my hand in yours, and take my index finger entirely inside your mouth.

The feeling of your hot, wet lips around my finger excites me to no end. My cock, fully erect at this point strains against the front of my jeans. You sit back, with a sheepish grin ask me if I like my fries. "Why, yes I do. Thanks." I take a bite out of the burger and as I do, I feel your foot worm its way into my lap. I jump, slightly startled, and reach down with my free hand. Your shoe is lying on the floor.

I feel the tight sheerness of your pantyhose around your foot. I almost choke on the mouthful of food in my mouth. Your toes are wiggling and I love the feel of your soft sole of your foot against my hand. I ease my way up your leg to your calf. Without climbing under the table, this is as far as I can reach. You seemingly sense this and slide around the booth a little closer to me.

You smile at me and I smile back. "You have gorgeous eyes", you say. "Hey, thanks for noticing." I say. You slide a little closer and as you do you place your hand on my knee. I feel the pressure of my hard dick now, and I want you to feel it as well. I reach down to your thigh and almost pass out at the touch of your pantyhose. I can see the little half-slip peering out from under your uniform. Your thighs are thick and muscular. Your hand moves up my leg and I squirm a little.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?", you ask. "Not a bit", I reply, "Just a little unexpected, is all." You lean over to wipe a small bit of ketchup from the corner of my mouth with your finger. You stick the finger with the ketchup on to your lips and lick it clean with your tongue. I watch as your tongue swirls around the fingertip. The long, red nails are beautiful. Your tongue moves expertly from the tip, around the front to the back and then disappears into your mouth again.

My hand is now lying in your lap, the fabric feels so smooth. You say, "Finish up, I got something to show you." You get up and ask me to follow you. As I lay my burger down, you run off in the direction of the kitchen. I go through the doors and I don't see you. "Hey, where'd ya go?" "I'm in here", you yell. I walk over to the door marked "PRIVATE" and open it.

There you are, laying on the desk with your blouse open. I walk over to you, and unbutton my jeans as I do. I stand beside the desk and put my hand up your skirt. I feel your pantyhose and slide your skirt up. "Wait", you say. You sit up, take the blouse off and slide your skirt and half-slip off your feet. As you kick them to the side I notice through your pantyhose that you haven't got any panties on. And you are clean-shaven.

You begin to slide your pantyhose down but I protest. "Leave them on", I say. With a look of bewilderment, you comply. You reach around and undo your bra, and toss it on the growing little pile of clothes in the corner. You come to me, put your arms around me and kiss me. Your tongue feels so good in my mouth.

I wrap my arms around you and let my hands fall to your beautiful, full pantyhose covered ass cheeks. I love the way they feel. I fondle the seem that is in perfect alignment with your ass crack. Again, I feel I may pass out from the excitement. "So, you're a pantyhose freak, huh?", you say. With a reddening face, I confess. "Yeah, I guess I am", is the only thing I can come up with.

"Certain type or certain kind of color does it for me, ya know. And you got it all right here." "I'm glad", you say. "'Cause you do it for me." All I can think of is chewing a hole in the crotch of your pantyhose and licking the juice from inside you.

Our mouths meet in perfect time. Our tongues entwine. I feel I could eat you for days, and by the way you kiss me back you feel the same way. I pull my mouth off yours and slide to the floor, slowly. I run my hands down the backs of your legs to your full calves. I bury my face in your crotch and breathe in your scent.

You moan as I fill your sweet pit with my hot breath. You smell so good. I start to undo my pants as you run your fingers through my hair. You press my face against you hard, and I love it. I run my hands back up to your ass. The feeling of your tight pantyhose against your skin feels incredible. I finally free my hard cock from my jeans.

"I want to suck you dry", your voice quivers. I begin to stand as you slide to the floor. You drop to the floor and I reluctantly remove my hands from your pantyhose. You run your tongue along my belly as you push my jeans and boxers all the way to the floor; my rod sticking straight out as you touch the head with your tongue. The slit is moist with precum.

"I love to give head", you say. "That's funny... I love to GET head." We both chuckle and you jam my cock almost all the way down your throat. My legs get weak at the feel of your hot, wet mouth around my throbbing member. You pump it furiously like a piston in a hard-working motor. I wrap both hands in your hair and help your movement.

You gag and moan as you work my big dick. You stop long enough to look up at me. The look on my face is enough encouragement for you, and you fill your mouth once more. I pull you up from the floor with your hair. You begin to protest, but I stifle you by sticking my tongue down your throat.

I bring my mouth gently off yours, lower to your chest and suckle the left nipple. Your head snaps back in excitement. You groan with pleasure and tell me how much you love that. I move to the right breast and give it the same attention. I back up, and run my throbbing cock up your pantyhose-covered thigh. You reach down and press my cock down on your thigh hard.

I grab my dick and start to gently stroke it. You lean down and put the head in your mouth again. You bite down hard. I love that. You stand up and I turn you around so I can see your beautiful ass. I push your upper body down onto the desk. I stand there for a moment staring at your butt. I again begin to stroke my unit with my hand.

I run my hands along the waistband of your pantyhose. I slide my hand into your pantyhose and push down to the cotton panel, feeling the wetness. I take the scissors from the desk drawer and begin to cut a slit in the fabric. Back to front, just big enough for access. I finish cutting and pull your pantyhose up. You reach down and readjust them.

You once again bend at the waist and assume the position. I move in behind you and run my thick cock over your pantyhose. You moan a little and ask me to fuck you. I move the head of my cock to the slit I cut in the crotch of your pantyhose. With minimal effort, I insert the head into your hot, wet pussy.

Just a little at first. I withdrawal the head and rub it across your hard little clit. You moan loudly and begin to grind your ass into me. I continue to massage your clit and cunt-lips with my dick. I can feel you dripping your hot juice onto my dick. I can't wait, and from the sounds you're making, neither can you.

I find your waiting hole and with a big thrust jam my cock deep into you. You squeal with delight. You feel great. Hot, tight and very, very wet. I continue to pump my rod inside you. As I pump my ever-stiffening rod into you, I gently stroke the cool fabric of your pantyhose on your ass. The feeling of your hot pussy around my fuck-stick, coupled with the tightness of your pantyhose is almost too much for me to take.

You moan with pleasure as I continue to ram you from behind. You reach down between your legs and fondle my nut-sack. Your talented fingers touching, caressing, and gently squeezing my balls drive me wild. You tell me how good it feels and how close you are to orgasm. On the same token, you ask me to stop briefly. "Am I hurting you?" I ask. "Oh, no. I just want to turn around", you say.

With that, you move off of me and lay on your back on the desk. I immediately follow you onto the desk and lower my hips onto yours. I fill you full of my manhood as you pull your legs back to receive all of me. I place my hands in the hollow behind your knees and force your legs back as far as they will go.

I now have full advantage of the deepness of your love-hole. With every thrust, every stroke, you moan loudly in rhythm. I lean close to you and we kiss each other very deeply, our tongues dancing together. Your pantyhose feel so good against me, my hands continually rubbing your legs. Our lips and tongues part briefly, and you say. "God, you feel so good. I want you to fuck me HARD!"

I comply, and begin to pound your pussy with all I have. Getting closer to the impending orgasm, you whisper in my ear, " I want to taste it when you cum." I begin to pump faster and harder now. I can feel you begin to tense. You begin to breathe very heavy, and your legs begin to flutter.

You look into my eyes and whisper, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Your hips begin to buck wildly as your orgasm takes you away from me. You continue to writhe under me, almost knocking us from the desk. I continue to hammer you as you cum again. You are SO wet! I can feel the muscles of your hot cunt grip my bone as you convulse with excitement.

You look at me and tell me you want me to cum in your mouth. I smile a little, but never miss a stroke. You tell me how much you want my cum in your mouth and on your face. I pull out of your wet cunt and stand on the floor once again. I move around to the side of the desk and position myself next to your head. You move up on one elbow and grab my pussy-juice covered cock and begin to suck it like there's no tomorrow.

The animal-like sounds you make are incredible. The sucking action almost hurts; it's so strong. Your cheeks are caved in as you take almost all of it deep into your mouth. I give you a little help by grabbing a handful of your beautiful hair and jam the last three inches down your hungry throat. You gag a little, but never once protest. My hot, wet scrotum is now pressing against your lower lip and chin.

I allow you to take a breath by yanking on your hair and removing my cock from your gullet. As it leaves the entrance to your throat, I can hear you take a deep breath of long awaited air. It sounds like a vacuum. You again put the head of my dick in your mouth and move down the entire length of shaft. I place my hand on your pantyhose covered ass.

As you pump I can think of nothing else but the feeling of your hot mouth on my cock. I feel like I might pass out again as my orgasm gets closer. You move up onto your hands and knees without missing a stroke. You continue to move your hot mouth up and down, up and down. Your spit is dripping off my balls now. I tighten my grip on your hair and help your motion.

My nuts begin to tighten and a growl forms in my throat as I squirt the first load of cum into your mouth. You move your mouth to the end of my cock to taste the semen in your mouth. It slips out from between your beautiful lips and you catch the next stream of jiz right in the face. It looks so good, running down your cheek. You squeal with excitement and open your mouth and stick out your tongue to receive the next shipment of sperm.

I unload two or three more hot, sticky braids of cum onto your lips and tongue. You greedily lap them up, begging for more. As I begin to relax from the orgasm, you tend to the cum-hole in the end of my dick. You lick up every drop, not missing a single spot. You look up at me and wipe the semen stripes from your face. You place the cum-coated fingers in your mouth suck them clean.

I lean over and lick the last gob of cum off your cheek and place my tongue in your mouth. You suck at it hungrily. You sit back and say, "Mmmmmmmmm, how was that for a midnight snack"? "Great", I say. "Now how about a replay"? "Sure", you say, but with that statement we hear the door in the dining room open and hear the voices of hungry customers looking for a bite to eat.

We dress and compose ourselves. You excuse yourself to wait on your customers, but not before giving me a kiss and handing me your phone number and e-mail address. "Keep in touch, ok?" I promise I would, now that this is my new favorite restaurant. "And the appetizers can't be beat!", you say as you smile and walk out the door. As I leave, I wave goodbye and steel one more look at your beautiful legs and pantyhose.

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