Back in the days when I was 18, I was a waitress at a very popular restaurant in the New Orleans French Quarter. Every Thursday night this lady would come in for dinner, she would always be by herself and always requested to be waited on by me.
She was about 40 years old and very beautiful with an amazing figure. She didn’t talk much, and I could tell that she was well off by the very expensive clothing and jewelry that she wore, and besides, this was a pretty expensive restaurant as well. She would always tip me two to three times more than other customers, so I Iooked forward to waiting on her.
One Thursday night, to my surprise, she came in with a guy. This guy was extremely handsome but much younger than her, she looked like a cougar on a hot date. She looked so happy as they smiled and laughed the whole time while waiting to be seated.
The entire night, while I waited on them, I kept catching him starring at me. I tried my best not to make any eye contact with him. I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable or jeopardized my tip on any way.
When I returned to their table, her guy friend was gone and she looked very upset. When I asked was everything ok, she looked up at me teary-eyed and ran off to the ladies room. Out of concern, I followed behind her.
I found her standing against the bathroom wall with her hands over face crying. I tried to comfort her by hugging and holding her. What happend next, is still shocking to me till this day.
She started rubbing my arms. I didn’t think anything of it because she was so emotional at the time. But then she began to caress my breast while gently kissing me on my neck. I was frozen stiff! I just stood there in shock with my mouth hanging wide open. Although I wasn’t into girls back then, her caresses was really feeling good to me, as I hadn’t been touched in a while, and that’s probably why I didn’t stop her.
After about two minutes of her kissing on me and fondling my breast, she stops and looks at me. I was lost for words, I just stood there breathing heavily, staring at her. I thought that she was finish, but I was wrong. She then pinned me against the wall very aggressively and told me, “Don’t move!” as she dropped down to her knees. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest while thinking to myself, “I know this bitch is not about to…..!” And yes she does!
She raised my skirt and pulled down my panties so quickly, that I wouldn’t have been able to stop her if I’d wanted to. She reached her hands in between my thighs and grabbed my ass, pulling my pussy into her mouth. She started licking, sucking, and biting on my clit like it was her last meal on earth. This definately wasn’t her first time eating pussy, this bitch was a pro! I would have taken this over a tip any day.
This was feeling so good to me. I reached down and pull one leg out of my panties so that I could spread my legs open. As I was reaching orgasm, I remember grabbing her head and pulling her face into my pussy really hard. I yelled out, “I’m cumming!”, as my knees buckled and I slid down the wall.
Suddenly one of the bathroom stalls opens, and it was him, her friend. “WTF!”
They both looked at each other and smiled. I felt so embarrassed but yet intrigued. I pulled up my panties, adjusted my clothes and got the fuck out of there.
For rest of the night I worked nervously with chills running through my body. I kept ansking myself, “What the fuck just happend?” Later on that night, during closing, I told my supervisor, who is also my best friend, about the crazy shit that happened to me. I told her in detail and she said that it was making her horny and that she would be thrilled to have something like that happen to her.
The following Thursday night, she came in again with that same guy and asked to be seated at my table. I took their order and they acted as if nothing happened the week before, and so did I. But I kinda want it to happen again!