Fucking Betty At Work

[Nuri]

Hi everyone - here's the latest Betty story. There are other series on my blog and I'll continue to write and post. If anyone has story ideas let me know.

Nuri

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After Betty leaves I Ioaf around my place for a while. I find her panties on the floor near the couch and imagine her now with nothing on under her pants. It makes my dick hard. I sit there hoping she’ll come by the restaurant again tonight. What I like about the idea is that it’s a quick and dirty way for me to get my rocks off at work. I’ll take care of her here or at her place later on or some other time.

In the afternoon I take a shower. Standing in there makes me think about fucking her. I end up grabbing a bottle of conditioner and jack off. I try not to think about seeing her. She might not even show up. And even if she does, she might not want to fuck if she’s really serious about this guy she’s going out with. I get out of the shower and get dressed.

Slowly I make my way to work. Getting in late afternoon means things start slow. It’s mostly a time to get ready and relax. The manager tells me that if it’s slow I should lend a hand with an order that came in and needs to be put in the walk in cooler. How this is my job I don’t know but I kill some time doing it.

When I get in there I see most everything has been taken care up. I look around and have a thought bubbling in my head. I move some crates around and go into the supply room and grab a few table cloths. I toss them into the walk-in behind the eggs and go back into the dining room.

By early evening things are busy. Most of my tables are full and the room is loud. By 8:00 I haven’t seen Betty and resign myself to the fact. I was a bit premature though. At almost 9:00 she walks in with a guy. They’re holding hands and laughing. She looks at me as they’re shown to their table and gives me a wink. I feel myself getting hard for her.

Her date’s a nice looking guy I guess: tall, fit, clean cut, well dressed. I see his type all the time in here. A striving young professional - probably in his late 20s - looking to do big things some day. Weren’t we all? They sit and I go to the table. Betty gives no sign of knowing me so I play along.

She looks beautiful tonight. She is wearing a black top. It’s tight and unbuttoned to show off her tits. She has on a grey skirt and her legs are bare. I wonder if she ever put panties on. They order wine and look over the menus. Betty leans over to talk to her date and brushes her shoulder against my dick. I want to do her pretty bad.

They order their meals and I hover around - waiting for some sign or signal from her that she wants me. Finally, toward the end of the meal, he gets up to use the men’s room. I rush to the table. As I clear dishes I tell her I want to fuck her. She looks up and me, her eyes sparkling, and tells me she wants to as well. “Not the bathroom this time,” I tell her, “I have something else in mind.”

While I am at the table her date comes back. “Shall I bring desert menus?,” I ask. He says yes and I leave to get them. As I leave I hear Betty telling him that she’s not feeling well. I smile to myself. When I bring back the menus she stands. She follows me as I walk toward the bathrooms.

They are just outside the kitchen. I signal for her to follow me. I lead her to the walk-in and open the door. Because it is so late nothing else will be needed from in here tonight. I ease the door shut behind us. We are in each other’s arms in a second, pressing our mouths together. My hands are on her chest feeling her soft warm skin.

I pull the table cloths out and fold them on top of the crates. “Sit here” I tell her - and she does. She scoots her ass to the edge and pulls up her skirt and spreads her legs. Her pussy is bare and wet. I fight with my belt and drop my pants. Even though we have little time, I can’t help myself. I bend over and push my tongue between her lips. I can see Betty’s breath as she gasps.

I wipe her wet from my face with the back of my sleeve. I step closer between her thighs and push the head of my dick against her. Her pussy opens around me and I slide into her. I sigh. Her warmth is even more intense in the cold air of the refrigerator. The feeling of our skin together - wet and hard and warm and soft - moving together fast.

I lean and take her head in my hands. We kiss as we move. I kiss her ear though her soft blonde hair. “There are few things I love as much as I love being inside you,” I say, pushing into her. I can feel her legs around me, pulling me in. I slide one hand around her waist to pull her hard against me. I can feel my cum building.

We shove ourselves together a few more times and I begin to cum inside her. Hot spurts out of me and into her. She is moaning softly and rocking her hips as I cum. Her head is back and her eyes are closed. Her pink lips barely parted. I go in as far as I can and finish cumming.

For a few second we are still. Then I let myself slip out of her. She reaches between her legs and reaches inside. There’s cum on her fingers. She brings her hand to her mouth and suck her fingers clean. “Seeing you do that makes me hard all over,” I tell her, as I pull up my pants.

She slides off the crates and pulls her skirt down. “I love having you in me,” she says, “I loved doing it in this cold room. It made me feel so how down there when you were fucking me.” We hold each other for a few seconds. “I need to get back out there,” she says. “Yeah, me too.”

I leave first and go to the table. I ask if they’ve decided on deserts. He’s looking distractedly toward the bathrooms. “Uh, no,” he says, “not quite.” As he says this she returns to the table. I pull her chair out for her and slide it in. “No hurry,” I say and fade away.

They decide against desert, pay their bill and leave. As I take their check, I see that Betty has left me her number with a note: “later?.” It has been a good night.