Flirting With the Cocktail Waitress

Cocktail Waitress

I have not worked here long but I love my job. Plenty of intresting people in this place. Then there is this sexy uniform I get to wear. Its blood red top is tight and accentuates my large breasts. The skirt is so short you can almost see my panties. With it I wear my fishnet stockings with matching garter. I keep my chesnut locks piled on top of my head. A few ringlets frame my face. My lips are full and sexy. I am average height and slender build.

Out of the corner of my eye I see the beautiful woman at the bar. I have seen her before. She seems to come here often. She is smoking a cigarette while watching me. I smile at her and turn back to the task of closing. I lock the door and close the curtains. I turn to the beautiful woman once again. "When you are ready to go just let me know. Do you need anything else miss?"
 
"Sure," she said, "If it's not too late, how about another vodka cranberry, make it a double." I moved behind the bar. I couldnt help but notice the way her raven hair shined in the dim light. It was like some kind of erotic shadow.

I began to mix her drink. "Why don't you join me?" I heard her ask. She was flirting with me. I could tell this fact even though I had never been with a woman before. Sure I have had sex a few times. Nothing ever serious. I gave they took. Her words warmed my insides pleasantly but I want allowed to drink on the job.

"Im flattered miss." I set her drink on a fresh napkin. "I am not allowed to drink while I am working." Damn I sound like a little kid. I am 21 now for gods sake. "On second thought what the hell?" I pour myself a rum and coke and sit down on the stool beside her. Shes so beautiful. I catch myself staring at her breasts. I know that she saw me looking, and I turn away blushing slightly. I take a thoughtful sip of my drink. "Do you come here often?"
 
Samuel

It was quiet night just one late customer, a very pretty blonde girl who looks dressed to kill some lucky guy, I smiled to myself wryly.
We had a new cocktail waitress working tonight, avery sexy red head with the biggest boobs on the planet, she had been making me hard all night and to be honest I had ambitions on her ass.
But since the blond walked in she has pretty much ignored me, maybe she doesn't like black guys, or maybe she just prefers girls.
Mind you looking at the shape of that blondes body, I do not blame her, no sir.
Still if she needs my apartment upstairs over the bar, I would love to help out.
 
Why had I said something like that? I wondered if I was losing my mind. Was this how men felt when they were attracted to women like her? I supposed I would never know.

"Well I didn't use to, then you started working here and let's just say the atmosphere improved considerably." I heard her say and I drank that in a moment. That confirmed it. She was indeed flirting with me. I had no doubts now. She leaned in closer and I could smell her perfume mingle with mine. I smelled like alcohol too. I felt self concious all of a sudden. Wishing I could run home to shower all the days work from my skin.

"I mean it. You're beautiful." she says in a seductive purr. If anything she seems to be turned on by my scent. I have always wanted to be with a woman... I watch as she lays a suprisingly warm hand on my leg. "I really appreciate you keeping the place open a little later." I shiver slightly with anticipation. Anticipation for what?

She raises her glass "To new friends..." I smile and raise mine as well. "Yes." I mean to take a sip but I am suddenly thirsty and take several. I pause a moment to lick the moisture from my lips. "I dont mind staying open a bit longer." I think of my dull empty apartment. "I certainly have better company here then my cat Suzi." There I go again rambling.
 
"Such a lovely dress." she said, pressing two fingers against my left nipple. I shudder as she moves her fingers down along my stomach and my waist. Then shiver once again as she lays them against my thigh. I feel myself becoming damp, and blush furiously as I feel my nipples peak against the tight corsetted fabric. "It is my uniform. All the waitreses wear them." The way she is looking at me though I might as well be clad in a sheet.

"I have a cat too, her name is.... pussy." She says leaning closer. I can see her breasts easily in this position. I am finding it hard to breathe in her presence. My pulse quickens. I have the feeling she will soon show me one of my more secret fantasies. I had wondered what it would be like to make love to another woman. But If she knew I was inexperienced that way would she be turned off? I decided to pretend I knew what she was doing.

"I see." I say playfully. Reaching a hand down I hesitiate 'Do it!' I tell myself. My hand reaches down and I reach beneath her skirt to stroke the soft skin of her inner thigh. "You are so soft." I exclaim sounding the innocent I am.
 
"That feels nice," she says to me, her breath tickles the little hairs on my ear. Her fingers brush my hair and I feel myself shiver. As I gently caress her thigh I hear her make a sound like a purr. "A little higher," she says.

Her eyes lock with mine a moment as she pulls her skirt up to reveal her panties. I can see her pussy plainly and I feel myself getting wet. "There," She says to me. Knowing where I am looking. "Touch me there." she says seductivly.

I am captivated by her body and my fingers move to touch her almost hypnotically. I gasp as I find her so warm shes nearly hot. My fingers probe her gently. One bumps against a small nub. From her moan I realise it is her clit. I take my finger and rub hers like I often rub mine when I am alone. In slow sensuous circles, then up and down rubbing soft then harder.
 
Watching her face I see her expression change to one of pure pleasure. Her eyes close and I watch her lips move. She says something but I barely hear her. I cannot believe I am doing this.

She takes my hand and stands. "Let's get more comfortable." She leads me to the center of the room and I follow most obidently. Breathing heavily I wonder what she wants to do with me. She glances back towards out lounge area. I can see the low wide couch in my mind. The oil lamps still burn in there as well giving an erotic candlelit glow.

I turn to her and she wraps her arms around me pressing her body to mine. Her lips touch mine and I feel my heart skip a beat. I shudder pleasantly and my breathing becomes heavier. The pins fall out of my hair as she runs her fingers through my silken hair. I close my eyes and my lips part softly enjoying the feeling.

"I want to be with you tonight, and you haven't even told me what your name is. Mine by the way is Christie." She says with a light laugh. I smile and open my eyes. "My name is Arora." I say softly into her ear. A smile lights her face as she says. "Another stupid question, your place or mine. Or right here?" I press my body against hers invitingly. "Does not matter to me. We do have a couch." I am really getting into this now. I realise I hold as much sexual power over her as she does me. I purr into her ear softly. "Once here and perhaps again at one of our places." I saunter towards the loungue.
 
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