The Waitress

Sitting at a corner table of my local watering hole half paying attention to the game and half paying attention to any half decent looking woman who'd smile back at me. My mood soured when the hockey game didn't go the way I'd like so I obviously was pouting a little when my waitress came to bring the check. She was watching the game too, in between tables, and she wasn't a fan of the outcome either. My jersey gave me away as to where my sports allegiance was held so I was an easy mark for some conversation about something other than the tea having too much sugar or the fries being soggy.

It's not the first time I've had her as my waitress, we've got one of those relationships built on passing interests. She's interested in a tip, my being nice to her, and a break in the dull conversation she endures and I'm interested in her knowing how to order my food so it's just right, a nice smile after a long day at work, and some conversation that didn't dull me about the mechanics of some new color changing lip gloss or something equally as pointless in my point of view.

Tonight though, she did something she's never done before - she sat down with me.

"Tough loss tonight" was how she opened the conversation as she slid into the booth bench across from me.

"Yeah, sucked. It's easy for them to find a way to choke up a lead. If it weren't for you I doubt I'd even be watching them this late in the season. But hey, at least I'm not the only one pulling for these losers, right?"

This brought about a chuckle. I did notice a slight change in her facial expression when I'd said that "if it weren't for you..." part of my babbling. This might be worth exploring.

"So yeah, another game another loss but there's always tomorrow night. Will you be here?"

"No, I'm off. I'm taking a trip back home to St. Louis to see my family. I might even catch a game while I'm up there."

I pretended to pout. "You mean I don't get to see you for two whole weeks? Man, I don't know what I'm going to do with myself".

She smiled, one of her best features. You see, she's sort of a plain girl. She's best described as average, maybe even mousey. Long dark hair always pulled tight into a pony tail, clothes that neither flatter or take away from her tiny frame, and no make up. I think she'd be better suited behind the desk of a library or research lab if I had to stereotype her looks.

It's right up my alley though. She comes off as well rounded, low maintenance, and bubbly. She's never shy about flashing that smile. It seems to light her face up with some light that hangs on to every curve of her plain little face. Her dark eyes seem to shine.

"Well" she said "I've got an idea. If you're not busy, we can go catch the west coast game. San Jose is playing Toronto. I've got the hockey package on my satellite and I don't live far from here".

Who am I to turn that down? She scratches down directions on the back of my receipt and tells me to meet her there at ten. She explains it will give her time to cash out and go grab a shower and get ready for the game.

So 9:45 rolls around and I realize I've gotten there a little early. Do I go knock or wait in the car for 15 minutes? Stupid thing to argue about and logic tells me not to sit out in the driveway like some stalker or nervous guy who has to practice his hello in the rear view mirror.

I ring the bell and she answers right away. Apparently she'd seen me pull in. Good call for not sitting there for 15 minutes. She invites me in and I notice she's in a jersey, short little cotton gym shorts that couldn't have been any tighter had they been painted on, and her wet hair isn't pulled back.

"Hey sorry, I'm just out of the shower, thought I saw headlights so I came to let you in. Hope you don't mind me not getting all dressed up".

Mind? Are you serious.

"No, not at all. You've worked today and need some chill out time, right? Can't be chill in a cocktail dress."

Another smile. "Game's been on a few minutes, still 0-0 though. We can watch it in the den".

She motions me to a room off to the left. Not bad, flat screen, surround sound, and a couple of bottles of a good dark beer on the coffee table.

After about 40 minutes of small talk, good beer, and boring hockey I pick up out of the corner of my eye that she's just sort of staring at me. I look over and catch her gaze before she can look away and give her a bit of a grin.

"Please tell me I don't have food stuck on my face somewhere".

Her face reddened just a little and she smiled "No, I was just compelled to look at you. It's sort of embarrassing but I was hoping that one day you'd ask me out and want to see me outside of that bar beer and hockey isn't exactly dinner and a movie but it was enough to get you back to my place - we can pick up from there, right?".

Before I had a chance to give my verbal affirmation she leans in and kisses me. I feel her hands running through my hair and grabbing onto the back of my head as she pulls me in deeper. I can feel her tongue trying to part my lips. I let it pass and entwine with mine. Her breath tastes like beer, her thighs are smooth and soft under my hands.

I live for moments like this.

She pulled away and said to me "before we go any further, I kind of need to know how adventurous you are. I'm not all that into vanilla sex, it has it's moments, but not what I need tonight".

I should have keyed in that this was going to get interesting but I was still tasting her on my lips and would have said anything to peel those shorts off her at that moment. "Vanilla sex? Nah, I mean, it's nice - but variety is the spice of life, right? I'm pretty much down for whatever".

With that she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom. A nice king size four post bed, dark furniture, the smell of apple in the air due to one of those jar candles burning. She sat me down at the foot of her bed and began lighting candles. "A little mood lighting" she explained.

As she goes around the room lighting candles she flips on the stereo, some R&B with a good beat though I can't place who it is. It could have been opera for all I cared, something about that hockey jersey and those tight little shorts wouldn't let my attention focus on anything else. She caught me staring and gave me a wink before heading into her closet.

She came out with a box, bigger than a shoe box, but not by much. I had to say the contents surprised me a little. Straps, dildos, riding crop, small flogger, feather, lubes, and rope were some of the things I caught a glance of before she said "Ah ah ah, no peeking".

That honey sweet smile earlier turned into something wicked and it was at that moment I knew I'd stepped into a place that would carve a lifetime of memories into my brain.

She gave the hand signal for "just a sec" as she walked into the living room. The next thing I know she's crawling to me on all fours. Nothing on but a black leather choker. I don't think I've ever been so turned on in all my life. Her little body had the grace of a jungle cat as she slowly made her way toward me.

Slowly she began untying my shoes and crawling up my body to tease a little - then undressing me. One shoe, then the other, socks gone, I thought I was going to have my dick explode it got so hard when she started with my belt. The shirt was next, then the jeans, she bit the bottom of my boxers and pulled them down with her teeth then sat up on her knees teasing me with her eyes.

"Well, what do you want me to do? You better just take it because that's what I'm going to do to you".

I must have had a slight confused look on my face, mild mannered waitress/hockey fan is a freak and I'm loving it.

She grabbed my hand, placed it hard on the back of her head, and pulled her face into my crotch. "You want it... " she was begging "fuck my mouth... take what you want". That was all the cue I needed as I tightened my grip on her hair and slid my cock in her mouth, pushing her head in and letting it out.

She was moaning with each thrust, looking up at me with those hazel eyes - I could feel her smiling even if I couldn't see it.

She pulled her head back never breaking eye contact and said "my turn" as she stood up and pushed me back on the bed. "Lay down" which was more of a command than a request, I gladly complied. She stood beside me going through the box giving me ample chance to admire her naked body. Small but perky breasts with dark red nipples, some definition in her midsection, a perfectly manicured triangle of black hair around her vag, and emerald green polish on her toes.

I was quickly taken out of admire mode when I felt a leather cuff go around my wrist and get strapped to the bed. She gave me another one of those wicked smiles as she walked around and strapped my other arm to the headboard. She then did the same thing to both my ankles, so I'm laying spread eagle like a giant "x" on this king sized bed.

From the foot of the bed she begins to crawl up my body, stopping only briefly to tease me letting her hair tickle and caress me as she made her way up my body. She had both her knees on my shoulders and simply said "Please me" as she slid her surprisingly wet pussy onto my face.

She had a sweet taste as I parted her with my tongue and began looking for her clit. It was more difficult than I'd imagined not having any hands to work with but apparently hit the right spot when I felt her thighs tighten around my head.

The more I licked the more she tightened and I found myself so lost in this moment that I nearly didn't notice I was having trouble breathing and with no way to reposition her. She must have caught on as she leaned back and grabbed my dick and began stroking. "It's ok, you can breathe again when I get off, the harder you work me the faster you get your turn again" and with that, she let go of my erection and planted herself firmly over my face again. The best thing I could do was finish the job and not let a little asphyxiation stop me.

I hungrily lapped at her as she was wet enough that it was running down my chin, she'd move side to side every minute or so to give me a breath of cool air but this was about her - and I made sure of it. I pulled her clit in between my lips and begin assaulting it with my tongue and heard her gasp with delight as I'd pull it in and out of my mouth and flick it constantly. "Don't stop... don't stop.. that.. don't stop that..." was all she could get out before grabbing two handfuls of my hair and screaming a primal scream that was clear as day even with her thighs around my ears.

She slid off me and began kissing and licking at my face "I love the way I taste on your lips.." is what she said as she darted her tongue into my mouth. It was the most intense kiss I'd ever shared, the kind that stops time as if your souls are reaching out to each other though your mouth - but just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

"I don't think you get another turn tonight" she mused "let's see what I have in store for you".

I had no reason to object. My head was still spinning from that kiss and I was tied down so really my only recourse was to hold on for the ride, which turned out to be quite prophetic as she grabbed her riding crop.

They make a unique sound when they swat sweaty flesh. It's not loud like a bullwhip crack but loud enough to make you think it hurts even if it doesn't. "You are going to be mine for the evening, you will cum when I want you to, you will take these treats I have in store for you, and you will never forget this night".

I'm not one to usually give up total control but something about her said that while this might cause some therapy, she was safe enough to trust. She'd done this before.

Before I could respond to her statement she swatted me across the chest with her crop. "Stings a little, but not much - we'll find out how much you can take" as she swatted me harder on the thigh. She began a rhythm of swats up and down my body - the more she'd go back over a spot, the more I'd wince - but not make a sound. This had become a very erotic test of will and the line with pain and pleasure had become blurred.

She had been over my body four or five times before I groaned a little when she popped my thigh. "Aw, I think you like it" she said before she took my cock in her mouth. She slid up and down never stopping to make adjustments. My body couldn't take it any longer and began to tense up - she could tell I was ready to climax and increased her speed until I finally exploded into her mouth. "Mmmm...mmmmmm" was all I heard as she sucked every drop down without hesitation or question.

She raised up to her knees, smiling, as she grabbed a candle from the night stand and poured the hot blue wax on my chest. It was invigorating as well as a very short lived intense pain - my body still on end and sensitive from head to toe from my orgasm. I couldn't help but smile as this perfectly formed naked woman reached for another candle. The now familiar sting was anticipated and appreciated the way she slowly poured in all over my chest. One candle after another after another - each with a hot sting and her point being made "you can't stop me, I could do this all night".

She made her way to the top of the bed and placed her crotch up against my hand, I felt her warmth and wet mixed with soft hair as she was grinding a little. She gave me a giggle and went back to her box.

She produced a cock ring and put it on me. "Our turn" she said with a smile and lowered herself onto my shaft. At first she simply rocked her hips to find a groove and once she found it put her whole body in motion. Leaning back with one hand behind her bracing herself she slid the other between her legs and started playing with herself. Slow circles stimulating her clit and letting me watch. I could feel my heart rate racing as she did that, as she was discovering very quickly what gets me going.

All at once she propels herself to me with both hands on my sholders and letting me slide deep inside her, hard thrusts now with sweat covering us both. This was not nice sex, this was hard, rough, and deep. "Fuck me harder for the riding crop" "Fuck me harder for the candle wax " was what she said and I joined in the thrusting, it was a symphony of skin on skin, groans, and a chorus of sexual mumblings until it reached the crescendo "I'm going to cum" I said in between heaving breaths "You will wait on me" she directed "I'm almost there".

I have no idea how I held it in, I'd never been so excited and turned on in my entire life - but I did. "I'm going to cum, oh God, I'm going to cum" was all the cue I needed before I exploded inside her and felt a sharp pain from my shoulders to my waist as she dug her nails into me and drug down like a rake making a banshee moan and collapsing on top of me.

Laying there, smelling of sex, covered in sweat and wax, searing pain still etched in ten lines down my chest, and wanting to take her in my arms as she wept a little. "My God... that was fantastic" she whispered in my ear and kissed me from my neck to my lips. "I'll untie you if you promise not to run away tonight, we can take a shower and go catch the 3rd period of the game".

"I promise" was all I could say, yearning desperately to hold her, wanting her to feel my touch... "Good" she said "you still owe me a spanking with the crop" giggling as she moved to undo my restraints.

You'd think I'd learn to keep myself out of this all to familiar situation. Well, this particular situation - strapped to a bed, naked, and covered in a veritable kaleidoscope of candle wax color, and feeling like I'd just run a marathon... but no, I wouldn't trade them for anything.