Late Night Texts

The restaurant lights were dimmed to a soft glow, chairs already flipped onto tables. My heart hammered as I wiped down the last booth, knowing Jake was the only customer left—my favorite regular who always sat in my section, eyes lingering too long on my tight black skirt and the way my blouse hugged my tits. Tension crackled between us every shift, but tonight his texts had started it all, and I was soaked just thinking about what he’d promised.

My phone buzzed in my apron pocket. I glanced toward the kitchen where he waited, pretending to finish his coffee.

“You still here, Mia?” he called, voice low and rough.

“Yeah, just locking up,” I replied, biting my lip as I pulled out my phone.

His latest message lit the screen: *Been hard all night watching that ass sway. Show me what’s under that skirt right now.*

Heat flooded my cheeks—and my pussy. I typed back fast, fingers trembling. *You first. I want to see that big cock you’ve been teasing me with for weeks.*

The reply came instantly. A photo popped up: Jake’s thick dick gripped in his fist, veins bulging, the head already glistening with precum. My breath caught.

*Fuck, that’s huge,* I sent, then slipped into the back hallway where he stood leaning against the wall, phone in hand, eyes dark with lust.

“Get over here,” he growled softly.

I walked straight to him, pulse racing. His free hand caught my waist, pulling me close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body.

“You’ve been driving me crazy in that uniform,” he murmured, thumb brushing my hip. “Every time you bent over… god, Mia.”

“Then stop talking and touch me,” I whispered, pressing my phone into his chest. I hiked my skirt slowly, revealing black lace panties already damp at the crotch. “Like this?”

His eyes dropped, and he groaned. “Jesus. Take them off. Send me a picture of that wet pussy first.”

Heart pounding, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down my thighs, stepping out. The cool air kissed my shaved lips. I spread my legs a little, angled my phone, and snapped a close-up—my slick folds shiny, clit peeking out swollen and needy. I hit send.

The whoosh sound barely faded before he was on me, mouth crashing into mine. His tongue pushed past my lips while his fingers dove between my thighs, stroking my clit in firm circles.

“Oh shit… yes,” I gasped against his mouth, hips jerking. “Right there, Jake.”

“You’re dripping down my hand already,” he said, voice gravelly. He rubbed faster, two thick fingers sliding inside my tight pussy with a wet squelch. “So fucking hot. Keep texting me while I finger you.”

My hands shook as I tried to type one-handed. *Your fingers feel so good stretching my cunt.* I sent it, then moaned loud when he curled them against my g-spot.

He read it and chuckled darkly, pumping harder. “Good girl. Now get on your knees and suck this cock like you’ve been dreaming about.”

I dropped fast, knees hitting the tiled floor. His heavy dick bobbed in front of my face, thick and angry red. I wrapped my lips around the head, tasting salty precum, and sank down until he bumped the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Mia… that’s it. Deepthroat me,” he groaned, one hand tangling in my ponytail.

I bobbed eagerly, saliva dripping down my chin, cheeks hollowing. My phone buzzed beside me—his next text: *Look up at me while you choke on it.*

I tilted my head, eyes watering, and held his gaze as I took him deeper. He thrust gently, fucking my mouth with short strokes that made obscene wet noises echo in the empty restaurant.

After a minute he pulled out, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock. “Bend over that counter. I need to be inside that pussy.”

I stood on shaky legs, bracing my hands on the stainless steel. He flipped my skirt up, spread my ass cheeks, and rubbed his fat cockhead up and down my slit, teasing my clit until I whimpered.

“Please, Jake… fuck me already.”

He pushed in slow at first, stretching my walls inch by inch until his balls rested against me. The fullness made me cry out. Then he started thrusting—deep, hard strokes that slapped loudly against my ass.

“God, you’re tight,” he panted, gripping my hips. “Soaking my cock like a slut.”

I reached for my phone again, typing between moans. *Harder. Pound my pussy. I’m gonna cum.*

He read it over my shoulder and laughed breathlessly, slamming into me faster. One hand snaked around to rub my clit in tight circles. The pressure built fast, my legs trembling.

“I’m coming… oh fuck, I’m coming!” I gasped, pussy clenching hard around him. Waves of pleasure ripped through me, juices squirting lightly down my thighs.

He didn’t stop, fucking me through it until my knees buckled. Then he spun me around, lifted me onto the counter, and drove back in missionary style, my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Look at me,” he ordered, thrusting steady and deep. “I want to watch your face when I fill you up.”

Our phones lay forgotten nearby, screens glowing with half-typed dirty messages. I clawed at his back, meeting every stroke, another orgasm building fast from the angle hitting my clit perfectly.

“Cum inside me,” I begged, voice hoarse. “I need it.”

His rhythm broke. With a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as thick ropes of hot cum flooded my spasming pussy. I came again right after him, milking every drop, our mixed juices leaking onto the counter.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed close. He kissed me softly this time, almost tender.

“Next shift,” he whispered against my lips, “we’re doing this again. But you’re sending me videos the whole time you’re working.”

I smiled, clenching around his softening cock. “Deal. But only if you keep replying with that big dick.”

TITLE: Late Night Texts

STORY:

The restaurant lights were dimmed to a soft glow, chairs already flipped onto tables. My heart hammered as I wiped down the last booth, knowing Jake was the only customer left—my favorite regular who always sat in my section, eyes lingering too long on my tight black skirt and the way my blouse hugged my tits. Tension crackled between us every shift, but tonight his texts had started it all, and I was soaked just thinking about what he’d promised.

My phone buzzed in my apron pocket. I glanced toward the kitchen where he waited, pretending to finish his coffee.

“You still here, Mia?” he called, voice low and rough.

“Yeah, just locking up,” I replied, biting my lip as I pulled out my phone.

His latest message lit the screen: *Been hard all night watching that ass sway. Show me what’s under that skirt right now.*

Heat flooded my cheeks—and my pussy. I typed back fast, fingers trembling. *You first. I want to see that big cock you’ve been teasing me with for weeks.*

The reply came instantly. A photo popped up: Jake’s thick dick gripped in his fist, veins bulging, the head already glistening with precum. My breath caught.

*Fuck, that’s huge,* I sent, then slipped into the back hallway where he stood leaning against the wall, phone in hand, eyes dark with lust.

“Get over here,” he growled softly.

I walked straight to him, pulse racing. His free hand caught my waist, pulling me close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body.

“You’ve been driving me crazy in that uniform,” he murmured, thumb brushing my hip. “Every time you bent over… god, Mia.”

“Then stop talking and touch me,” I whispered, pressing my phone into his chest. I hiked my skirt slowly, revealing black lace panties already damp at the crotch. “Like this?”

His eyes dropped, and he groaned. “Jesus. Take them off. Send me a picture of that wet pussy first.”

Heart pounding, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down my thighs, stepping out. The cool air kissed my shaved lips. I spread my legs a little, angled my phone, and snapped a close-up—my slick folds shiny, clit peeking out swollen and needy. I hit send.

The whoosh sound barely faded before he was on me, mouth crashing into mine. His tongue pushed past my lips while his fingers dove between my thighs, stroking my clit in firm circles.

“Oh shit… yes,” I gasped against his mouth, hips jerking. “Right there, Jake.”

“You’re dripping down my hand already,” he said, voice gravelly. He rubbed faster, two thick fingers sliding inside my tight pussy with a wet squelch. “So fucking hot. Keep texting me while I finger you.”

My hands shook as I tried to type one-handed. *Your fingers feel so good stretching my cunt.* I sent it, then moaned loud when he curled them against my g-spot.

He read it and chuckled darkly, pumping harder. “Good girl. Now get on your knees and suck this cock like you’ve been dreaming about.”

I dropped fast, knees hitting the tiled floor. His heavy dick bobbed in front of my face, thick and angry red. I wrapped my lips around the head, tasting salty precum, and sank down until he bumped the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Mia… that’s it. Deepthroat me,” he groaned, one hand tangling in my ponytail.

I bobbed eagerly, saliva dripping down my chin, cheeks hollowing. My phone buzzed beside me—his next text: *Look up at me while you choke on it.*

I tilted my head, eyes watering, and held his gaze as I took him deeper. He thrust gently, fucking my mouth with short strokes that made obscene wet noises echo in the empty restaurant.

After a minute he pulled out, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock. “Bend over that counter. I need to be inside that pussy.”

I stood on shaky legs, bracing my hands on the stainless steel. He flipped my skirt up, spread my ass cheeks, and rubbed his fat cockhead up and down my slit, teasing my clit until I whimpered.

“Please, Jake… fuck me already.”

He pushed in slow at first, stretching my walls inch by inch until his balls rested against me. The fullness made me cry out. Then he started thrusting—deep, hard strokes that slapped loudly against my ass.

“God, you’re tight,” he panted, gripping my hips. “Soaking my cock like a slut.”

I reached for my phone again, typing between moans. *Harder. Pound my pussy. I’m gonna cum.*

He read it over my shoulder and laughed breathlessly, slamming into me faster. One hand snaked around to rub my clit in tight circles. The pressure built fast, my legs trembling.

“I’m coming… oh fuck, I’m coming!” I gasped, pussy clenching hard around him. Waves of pleasure ripped through me, juices squirting lightly down my thighs.

He didn’t stop, fucking me through it until my knees buckled. Then he spun me around, lifted me onto the counter, and drove back in missionary style, my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Look at me,” he ordered, thrusting steady and deep. “I want to watch your face when I fill you up.”

Our phones lay forgotten nearby, screens glowing with half-typed dirty messages. I clawed at his back, meeting every stroke, another orgasm building fast from the angle hitting my clit perfectly.

“Cum inside me,” I begged, voice hoarse. “I need it.”

His rhythm broke. With a guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as thick ropes of hot cum flooded my spasming pussy. I came again right after him, milking every drop, our mixed juices leaking onto the counter.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed close. He kissed me softly this time, almost tender.

“Next shift,” he whispered against my lips, “we’re doing this again. But you’re sending me videos the whole time you’re working.”

I smiled, clenching around his softening cock. “Deal. But only if you keep replying with that big dick.”