Talldarknhandsome
05-07-2007, 05:28 PM
Hey guys and girls :) heres something to make you hard n wet. This is based off one of my fantasies.
The coolroom.
It's been far too busy at work today and my mind is all over the place. Orders and orders coming in, waiters and owners screaming in my ear, food being sent back to the kitchen. It's not all bad though, only thirty minutes of cooking to go and then i can rip the dripping wet jacket off my back. I wipe my brow and lick my lips. I taste like salty sweat and smoke. With one hand wrapped tight under a saucepan i slip the contents with pinpoint precision into the bowl, never spilling a drop. I ring the bell and wait for one of the hot waitresses to come past and take it away. I quickly look around the kitchen, everyone is hard at work. 10pm, almost there. Sounds of chopping and clanging metal and plates come from where the huge kitchenhand does his work. I steal a second, peaking out the double doors onto the floor, where the customers are sitting. Eagerly they suck down wet spaggetti and talk noisely. It's a good spot to spy on people. The gorgeous woman in the red dress on table 2, the group of older women on table 14, and, oh, Emma, the hottest waitress in the place. She's headed for the door, must be coming to pick up the food. I scan her up and down, she can't see me yet. Long brown hair folding just over her eyes, big red lips that just say 'fuck me'. Her top is far too tight and her breasts are almost bursting out of her shirt. I often hope that the little thread holding that one vital button would pop and out one would flop. I breath heavily, taking in as much of the hot humid air of the kitchen as i can. I trace my eyes down to her midsection to where her apron starts. It's a small apron and she must have very short shorts on as i can't see them, just lovely long tanned legs. I look back up at her in the dieing fraction of the doorway and Emma is staring right back at me. Dammit, she caught me staring at her legs. I smirk. I turn back to the finished dish in front of me, the hot smelly steam attacking my face.
"Is this for table 4?" Emma asks, the door swinging widly behind her.
"Yep, table 4" i reply. She approaches to pick up the dish and i don't move, letting her struggle to get her arms around my big frame to take the dish.
"Hold it" i say, pulling a spoon out of thin air "You should try some of this"
Emma's close now and i can see her big red lips right in front of me. I dip the spoon into the side of the dish and bring it up to my mouth. I blow gently on it and turn right towards her.
"Here," i raise the spoon up to her lips and wait for a reaction. She smiles a bit and takes a step into me.
"I saw you looking at me before" she grins.
"Yeah, you know it" i laugh back. He holds a hand up to her head, lifting her hair clean away from her face as she opens her mouth for the spoon. I teasingly feed it to her as she sucks every bit of sauce and food from it. Instead i imagine i'm feeding her my hard dick, watching her put her whole mouth over it and sliding it out.
"Mmmmm" she groans. Just like i imagined she would, "very nice Dan." I pick up the bowl and thrust it into her hands. She gives me back the spoon and heads out the door with the dish. It is a very short pair of shorts indeed, it only just covers her tight curvy butt. Damn, i think to myself. I've been wanting to fuck her since she started a week ago.
It's back to work and its getting busy again. Sweat pores from under my hat as i franticly run around the kitchen opening steaming hot pots and garnishing dishes. I'm out of parsley so i head over to the coolroom. A huge sliding door and i step inside. I let out a huge sigh of relief at the icy coolness. Every drip of sweat on my back turns cold instantly glueing my jacket to my body. I find the parsely and head out, slamming the door behind me. This is probably the last meal for the night and i can already taste the beer sliding down my throat.
To be continued ;)
The coolroom.
It's been far too busy at work today and my mind is all over the place. Orders and orders coming in, waiters and owners screaming in my ear, food being sent back to the kitchen. It's not all bad though, only thirty minutes of cooking to go and then i can rip the dripping wet jacket off my back. I wipe my brow and lick my lips. I taste like salty sweat and smoke. With one hand wrapped tight under a saucepan i slip the contents with pinpoint precision into the bowl, never spilling a drop. I ring the bell and wait for one of the hot waitresses to come past and take it away. I quickly look around the kitchen, everyone is hard at work. 10pm, almost there. Sounds of chopping and clanging metal and plates come from where the huge kitchenhand does his work. I steal a second, peaking out the double doors onto the floor, where the customers are sitting. Eagerly they suck down wet spaggetti and talk noisely. It's a good spot to spy on people. The gorgeous woman in the red dress on table 2, the group of older women on table 14, and, oh, Emma, the hottest waitress in the place. She's headed for the door, must be coming to pick up the food. I scan her up and down, she can't see me yet. Long brown hair folding just over her eyes, big red lips that just say 'fuck me'. Her top is far too tight and her breasts are almost bursting out of her shirt. I often hope that the little thread holding that one vital button would pop and out one would flop. I breath heavily, taking in as much of the hot humid air of the kitchen as i can. I trace my eyes down to her midsection to where her apron starts. It's a small apron and she must have very short shorts on as i can't see them, just lovely long tanned legs. I look back up at her in the dieing fraction of the doorway and Emma is staring right back at me. Dammit, she caught me staring at her legs. I smirk. I turn back to the finished dish in front of me, the hot smelly steam attacking my face.
"Is this for table 4?" Emma asks, the door swinging widly behind her.
"Yep, table 4" i reply. She approaches to pick up the dish and i don't move, letting her struggle to get her arms around my big frame to take the dish.
"Hold it" i say, pulling a spoon out of thin air "You should try some of this"
Emma's close now and i can see her big red lips right in front of me. I dip the spoon into the side of the dish and bring it up to my mouth. I blow gently on it and turn right towards her.
"Here," i raise the spoon up to her lips and wait for a reaction. She smiles a bit and takes a step into me.
"I saw you looking at me before" she grins.
"Yeah, you know it" i laugh back. He holds a hand up to her head, lifting her hair clean away from her face as she opens her mouth for the spoon. I teasingly feed it to her as she sucks every bit of sauce and food from it. Instead i imagine i'm feeding her my hard dick, watching her put her whole mouth over it and sliding it out.
"Mmmmm" she groans. Just like i imagined she would, "very nice Dan." I pick up the bowl and thrust it into her hands. She gives me back the spoon and heads out the door with the dish. It is a very short pair of shorts indeed, it only just covers her tight curvy butt. Damn, i think to myself. I've been wanting to fuck her since she started a week ago.
It's back to work and its getting busy again. Sweat pores from under my hat as i franticly run around the kitchen opening steaming hot pots and garnishing dishes. I'm out of parsley so i head over to the coolroom. A huge sliding door and i step inside. I let out a huge sigh of relief at the icy coolness. Every drip of sweat on my back turns cold instantly glueing my jacket to my body. I find the parsely and head out, slamming the door behind me. This is probably the last meal for the night and i can already taste the beer sliding down my throat.
To be continued ;)