meepa

Hello everyone, I would like to share a story with you that happened to me several years ago when I was just a young man. It's kind of long, but I think it might be worth your while if you have a few minutes to kill. First, the background:

I worked for an in-house catering business for a few summers. They hired young folks like myself to basically do grunt work for the chefs: dishwashing, food-prep, cleaning; things of that nature. It was a pretty sweet job because it was a very laid back atmosphere and everybody just sort of hung out. It was also great for me, because out of all the young people, I was the only male. Yes that's right, all my co-workers around my age were girls, and they were universally cute.

So cute, in fact, that eventually I had begun to date one of them. We'll call her Girlfriend to protect the names of the innocent... or at least myself in case this ever gets out. Things went pretty well between us, but we tried to keep our relationship under the table so our boss wouldn't give us any flack.

Now let me tell you about another girl, who we'll call Amy. This was a girl, for all practical purposes, was molded out of the very fabric of my fantasies. Now I'm not saying she was the best looking girl on the planet, because we all know that's relative. What I am saying is that for my personal tastes, this girl was crafted perfectly. I shit you not, the first time I saw her was when I was holding a huge mixing pot and she walked into the kitchen for her first day of work... I turned around, took one look at her, my mouth dropped open, and down goes the pot slamming onto my feet and pouring a ton of stock and broth all over the floor. Great first impression, I know.

Let me continue. See, she didn't only LOOK hot, but she WAS hot. This girl oozed sexuality. I mean, she was a master at it. The way she talked, moved, acted, anything~ she was sexy. She could tone it down so it wasn't so obvious, and it was just "cute" sexy, or she could heat it up. Everybody in the kitchen knew it; it wasn't just me thinking this. I'm telling you she could be a diplomat or something because she could read anyone like a book and act perfectly to melt their hearts. Okay, so she's got the looks and she's got the moves.

Now allow me to tell you the catch. She was a demon. I'm not saying she was a bitch; she was very nice and we were even friends. But basically, she got off on power. She liked knowing she could have anybody she wanted. She was the kind of girl who didn't go after guys because she wanted them so much as because she 'could'. Her favorite prey were guys who had girlfriends and seeing if she could make them cheat. She wouldn't necesarily sleep with them~ But if she could get them to make out with her or fool around with her, she won, and then all her interest evaporated. Yes, I know this sounds cold and heartless... It is. I'm not defending her. It is for this reason that I never wanted to have any kind of real relationship with her outside of her role in my many masturbatory fantasies. Besides, as I mentioned, I was seeing someone who I liked a lot anyway.

Enter conflict.

Once she got wind that Girlfriend and I were dating, I was her next target. This was worsened by the fact that Girlfriend had some minor jealousy issues with Amy's fountain of sexiness. So for the better half of one summer, Amy turned the heat on me. When lots of people were around, especially Girlfriend, she would be very discreet about it. When fewer people were around, or heaven forbid we were alone, she turn it up... a lot. It started out innocently enough with increased flirting and "accidental" brushings-up against each other~ whatever. As time went on, she got more and more determined.

I won't bother with describing everything, but if you've ever imagined a slow seduction over a long period of time, you can imagine how she steamed it up more and more.

That's the background, now let me tell you the real story.

We're working in this little house one night for a small party. It's on the premises but it's sort of up on a hill and behind an orchard. Real secluded and nice. It was like a little cabin house renovated into a small catering hut. There was a tiny kitchen, a bigger banquet room, and some bedrooms upstairs. The party was late, so by the time it was winding down at night, everyone from the main building left and went home. Once all the food was out, the chef left. So for most of the time it was just me and Amy in this tiny kitchen waiting around to clean up and close up. I'm telling you know she was turning up the sex hotter than ever before. I mean EVERYTHING out of her mouth was basically about sex this night. I could have brought up kittens dying in a pond and she would have somehow turned it around and make it hot.

Eventually the party left and the remaining wait staff finally returned. They asked if we wanted help wrapping up and closing the place down. Before I could say anything, Amy chimes in, "No of course not, we got it covered, go home!" Yep, you got it, they left in a hurry and now it was just me and her in this little house on a hot summer's night.

Now I swear to you my friends, she was heating it up bad. I don't think I had ever been so horny in my life this night. The only reasons I held out this long against her was because 1) I knew her game and I knew I was just a chase for her and 2) I held stong to the integrity of my relationship even though it wasn't very serious yet at the time. But this was bad. I mean my hands were sweaty, I kept getting that ringing in the back of my ears that you get from extreme nerves like when you're a kid on your first date. I swear everything was in slow-motion... because the sexual tension in that room was so heavy that it actually distorted space-time.

At this point, I thought I was doomed. Amy was giving her absolute best go at seduction. Everything she would say was out of my dreams. I seriously thought I was in some sort of sex heaven. I tried desperately to laugh it all off and to think about anything but cheating. I had the worst hard-on of my life. I was wearing baggy chef pants and boxers too, so it's not like anything was constricting it. Luckily I had a somewhat heavy cooking apron on to hide it, but lets not pretend. Amy knew I was hot for her and hot for her bad. She had managed to "accidentally" cop a few feels... and at this point of the night, she wasn't even pretending anymore. She was basically dropping the whole act and all but saying, "You know you want to fuck me, here I am."

I honestly thought I could make it through the night. We were almost done and getting ready to close the place down. Almost everything was cleaned up and put away. Then she used her most devious tactic yet.

For any of you who have worked in a kitchen, you know about those sink hoses that they have instead of faucets to wash dishes fast. Well she took one of those and somehow managed to spray it all over her shirt. "Oops!"... Yeah fucking right. So of course she says it's hot anyway, the shirt will dry fast, she hopes I don't mind~ and yes, she takes off her shirt.

Let me digress for a moment and tell you why this is even worse than it sounds. I understand most men like tits or ass. Don't get me wrong, I like breats, I like ass, I like legs... Fuck it I like every part of a girl's body. But for me, the coup de grace is the stomach. Don't ask me why, but a fine stomach is my achilles heel.

So here is Amy, she's wearing shorts and a wet bra now and that's it. I almost faint from excitement: I'm already more revved up than I've ever been in my life and this is almost too much. She knows it. She comes up to me and is all over me. "Let's stop playing games" she says. She says this right in my face as her pelvis is rubbing against my cock. It was a stroke of cosmic luck that I didn't cream myself right there. I swear, she was getting off on this too... There would be fucking tonight.

I'm almost speechless. My mouth is dry. But against all odds I manage to hold up my hands and show them to her. They're pretty grimey from cleaning and I say, "Just let me wash my hands real quick."

She gives me the biggest "fuck me" smile ever, and with pure seduction says, "Okay, I'll be waiting."

So I go into this tiny bathroom and close the door. All that's there is a sink and a toilet, almost no room to stand in there. I turn on the faucet as loud as it will go. I quietly but quickly lift the toilet seat. I rinse off my hands real fast, I move my apron aside, and I pull out my desparate, throbbing cock.

In what was at the time, and still is to date, I had the fastest masturbation session of my life. I swear it probably only took 2 or 3 seconds of stroking... maybe not even that. This shit was INSTANT. But my friends it was the biggest orgasm of my life up to then. I had one hand on this hose and one hand clutching the sink so that I might not collapse. Somehow I managed to get most of it in the toilet. It seemed like I came forever, but eventually it stopped. I took a deep breath, grabbed a wad of toilet paper, and wiped everything down with one swoop. I flushed the toilet, rinsed my hands off again, and put myself in order.

I came out of the bathroom and went back into the kitchen. Amy was waiting there for me in this sexy pose. "What took you so long? I've been waiting here for you."

I have the dopiest fucking smile on my face. One of pure relief. Somehow I'm still horny and turned on by all of this, but the edge was taken off. I was in control of my life again. I said something to the effect of, "What, you're a big girl, you know how to close down without me watching you."

Her mouth drops open. This sudden change of attitude shocks her. And I am positive she knew what had just transpired. Her will was broken. She was almost speechless for the next 10 minutes as I shut everything down and locked up. On our way out, she put her shirt back on and we walked down to the parking lot together.

I say, "Well I'll see ya tomorrow." She says no, she's going on vacation for the last week or so of summer and is then going back to campus.

And that was it.

I ended up not working there the following summer because I got a job on campus. For some time I looked back on that night with mixed feelings of regret and pride. Regret because I'm sure that would have been one hell of an experience. Pride because I stayed faithful. It's several years later now and I'm still with Girlfriend. Now I look back on that night and think of how I got out of it and laugh.

That's my story. For those of you who read all of it, I hope you enjoyed it!