Uniform Temptation

The dimmed lights of the empty restaurant cast long shadows across the linen-covered tables, but nothing could hide the heat in Alex's eyes as he watched me. I'd just locked the front door after the last customer left, my heart already racing from the way he'd been staring at me all shift in this tight little waitress uniform. The short black skirt hugged my ass, the crisp white blouse strained over my tits, and the silly apron tied around my waist suddenly felt like the sexiest thing I'd ever worn.

"God, you look fucking edible in that," Alex said, his voice low and rough as he stepped closer, loosening his own server's tie. We'd been dating for months, always talking about spicing things up, but tonight after closing, with the place all to ourselves, the tension finally snapped.

I bit my lip, feeling my pussy already getting wet just from his gaze. "You like the uniform, huh? Been thinking about bending me over one of these tables all night?"

He grinned, that wicked smile that always made my knees weak. "Every damn time you bent down to clear a plate. That skirt rides up so high... fuck, Sarah, I've been hard for hours."

Before I could tease him more, he pulled me against him, his hands sliding down to grip my ass under the short hem. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding, tongue pushing past my lips as I moaned into the kiss. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of grilled steak from the kitchen, but all I could focus on was the thick bulge of his cock pressing against my thigh through his black pants.

"Alex... wait, what if someone sees?" I whispered, even as my fingers worked at his belt, desperate to free him.

"Nobody's here. It's just us. And I need to fuck you in that uniform right now." His hands were already hiking my skirt up around my waist, exposing my black lace panties. He hooked a finger in them and yanked them aside, not even bothering to take them off. "Look at you, so wet already. This little outfit does it for you too, doesn't it?"

"Yes," I gasped as his fingers found my clit, rubbing in firm circles that made my legs tremble. "The way it makes me feel... like your naughty waitress slut."

He chuckled darkly, spinning me around and bending me over the nearest table. The cool wood pressed against my tits through the thin blouse as I braced my hands on the edge. I heard his zipper, then felt the hot, heavy head of his cock nudging against my slick pussy lips.

"Tell me how bad you want it," he growled, one hand fisting in my ponytail, the other slapping my ass lightly, making the skirt flip up again.

"Fuck me, Alex. Shove that big cock in my pussy. Make me cum all over it while I'm still in my uniform." The words tumbled out, dirty and urgent, and he didn't wait another second.

He thrust in deep with one hard stroke, stretching me wide. "Fuck, you're so tight... so fucking wet for me." The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the quiet restaurant, wet and obscene. My tits bounced inside the blouse with every pound, nipples hard and rubbing against the fabric.

"Oh god, yes... harder!" I cried, pushing back to meet him. He reached around, fingers finding my clit again, rubbing fast while his cock drove into me, hitting that perfect spot over and over. The apron strings dangled and brushed my thighs, adding to the filthy thrill.

He pulled out suddenly, making me whimper at the emptiness. "Turn around. I want to see your face when I make you squirt."

I spun, hopping up onto the table and spreading my legs wide. My skirt was bunched uselessly at my hips, panties still pulled to the side, pussy glistening and open for him. Alex stepped between my thighs, cock shiny with my juices, and slammed back in. This angle was even deeper, his balls slapping my ass as he gripped my thighs, holding me open.

"Look at those tits," he panted, reaching up to rip the top two buttons of my blouse open. My breasts spilled out, nipples pink and aching. He leaned down, sucking one into his mouth hard while his cock kept pounding my pussy.

"Alex... I'm gonna cum... don't stop!" My voice broke into a moan as the orgasm hit, my walls clenching around his thick dick. Wetness gushed out, soaking his pants and the edge of the table. He groaned against my tit, biting down gently as my body shook.

But he wasn't done. He pulled me off the table, turned me again, this time facing the mirrored wall behind the bar so we could both watch. "Watch me fuck you," he ordered, yanking my skirt higher. In the reflection, I looked like the perfect dirty waitress—blouse half-open, tits out, skirt hiked, face flushed with lust.

He entered me from behind again, slower this time, letting me feel every inch. "See how your pussy takes my cock? So greedy." His hand came around to rub my clit in time with his thrusts, building me up again.

I reached back, grabbing his ass, pulling him deeper. "Cum inside me, baby. Fill my pussy up. I want to feel it dripping down my legs while I clean up later."

That pushed him over. His pace turned frantic, hips stuttering as he growled my name. "Fuck, Sarah... here it comes!" Hot spurts of cum flooded my pussy, pulse after pulse, so much it leaked out around his cock and ran down my thighs.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, his arms wrapped around me from behind. He kissed my neck softly, still buried inside me.

"Best closing shift ever," I whispered with a shaky laugh, clenching around him one last time.

He smiled against my skin. "Next time, you wear the uniform home. I haven't even started with you yet."

CATEGORIES: [Uniform, Restaurant, In the Office, Rough sex, Creampie]