Diner Girl

„Hey honey, you’re back, something wrong?“ Jack looked at me, but not worried.
“Uhm no. I just have forgotten my…uhm…” I swallowed. Of course I had nothing forgotten.
“Sit down Tasha, I brew new coffee, if you like,” Jack offered. I was surprised by the gentle gesture from him.
“Sometimes weird things happen,” I said.
Jack looked over at me while preparing the coffee. “What do you mean?”
“This woman, she really confused me.” Now this was the truth.
“I’ve seen that.”
I leaped inwardly. “You have seen what?”
“C’mon, don’t you think I’ve seen were her hand was and how you enjoyed it?”
At least he hadn’t seen us in the car, this would have been embarrassing, me with my pants down, heels on the dashboard, my pussy so exposed. The tickle came back to my abdomen. I felt how wet I still was.
“I have not enjoyed it, ok?” I replied and managed to put some sternness into my voice.
“Oh, did I overhear you screaming for help, Tasha?” This dirty grin was back on his face. I looked down at the table. Jack stood up and brought the coffee.
“You’re right, ok, I enjoyed it,” I said louder that I wanted to.
“Hey did you hear me saying it is a bad thing? I mean now that you’re single again you can have fun.” Jack poured coffee in my mug.
“You never liked my boyfriend.” I exhaled noisily.
“He was prude.”
“What?! How will you know?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “I can’t believe about what you’re making up your mind.”
Jack shrugged. “Forget it.”
“Alex was not prude,” I exclaimed.
“No?” Jack grinned at me. “So he was experimental? Made you desiring him and all that he had to offer?”
“About what the hell are you speaking?”
“I’m speaking about his qualities, his intellect and also his lap. Both were not overwhelming I guess. You deserve better, that’s all I’m saying.” Jack took a sip of coffee.
I was stunned. It never occurred to me that he cared about my private live, but it seemed he did. And he did it in an improper way.
“Really Jack. I’m shocked.”
“I think not the first time today.” Jack grinned and I looked at him. “I have seen you, in the car, in her car,” he explained nonchalant. “Hey don’t look at me like that. I’m a man. I just wanted you to know, thought it’s fair.”
“What have you seen?” I demanded.
“Well I looked up and recognized her car. I saw you both in there, thought you were talking. But then you put your feet to the console. I couldn’t see what you both were doing but I have a wild guess.” Jack tried to surpass a grin.
I was furious. “At least try to be ashamed.”
“Why? You’re stripping right in front of my diner and want me to look away?”
“I was not stripping for you, Jack!”
“I know, it’s a pity.”
“What?!” I stared at him.
“Has it ever occurred to you that you say ‘What’ fairly often?” Jack smiled now. It was a goofy almost shy smile.
“You really would like me to strip? For you?”
Jack tried to be back at his usual aloof manner. “Yeah, I mean you’re a gorgeous girl.”
I swallowed hard. “Would you also like to touch me?”
“Can we please change the topic?”
“You started it, telling me Alex was prude.”
“He is,” Jack insisted.
“And you would do better?” I teased him.
He gazed into my eyes. “Bet on it, Tasha,” he said in a husky voice. Then I did something totally courageous that I wouldn’t have dared a couple of hours ago. I rose to my feet and stared at his lap, straight. I noticed the swelling.
“You are….I mean your…” I mumbled.
“Hard?” he helped me out. “Because I think about how hot you might be? How wet she made you in that car?”
I stared at him but couldn’t really fix him. I felt arousal rising. I felt my face glowing, my blood pulsating in my ears and vulvar.
“Than show me how you would do it.” I heard myself saying. “Here, right now.”
Jack looked at me. Then he stood up, still looking at me and switched of the light. He unzipped his jeans in front of me. The bulge in his shorts was amazing to me. He rubbed it slowly. I rose from the chair and his hands wandered under my skirt, finding their way to my panty. He turned me around and pressed his erection against my butt. I started to massage him with my cheeks. I felt his hand from behind sliding into my panty and massaging my wet centre. I lifted one leg to the chair in font of me.
“How wet and horny you are,” he moaned as he pulled down my stockings and panty and inserted two fingers at once into me.
“Shhh, just do it.”
“As you please.” I felt his fingers removing and instead the tip of his cock between my butt cheeks. “Do you like it here?” he asked and I felt his cock at my anus. In order to answer I let my butt circle. I really wanted him to fuck me. I tried to lift my butt a bit higher to make my vagina reach his cock.
“I love that you’re so lustful,” he said. Then I felt something strong stretching my pussy.
“Oh good, Jack.” I was so aroused that I felt my pulse in my head.
I felt him inserting his full length into me. Slowly he removed his dick, but not entirely only to thrust it in again. With every thrust into me he became faster and harder. With a free hand he reached for my clit and started massaging it gently. Suddenly he withdraws his penis entirely. I turned around in disbelieve.
“Honey, I would love to come in you longing pussy, but don’t you think I would make a lousy dad?” With these words he turned me around again. I wanted to protest. His dick wasn’t very long but massive. Again I felt his dick on my anus. This time he pressed harder until he was inside. Very slowly he moved forth and back.
“It’s not your first time?” he murmured.
“First time a man does it,” I managed to say while enjoying his strokes. I loved how filled he made me. Because he replied nothing I said, “I like my dildo there now and then.”
“I always thought you’re adventurous.”
He reached around my hips and introduced two fingers to my cunt.
“You’re unbelievable hot and wet,” he whispered. I felt slightly embarrassed but my arousal helped me overcome it quickly.
“Please do it a bit harder,” I begged.
“At your service.” I could figure out his grin behind me. Immediately I felt him massaging my butt harder with his dick. As he came he gave me final real deep slam. Then he removed his dick from me, but not his fingers. He inserted a third finger and started to fuck my cunt harder. It only took me a few more moments before I climaxed.
“Good girl, hot girl,” he whispered.
“Strong diner boy,” I replied and smiled.
After we had adjusted our cloth again we sat down to finish the coffee.
“Did he ever pleasured you this way?” Jack asked. “Outside the Sunday morning bed-routine?”
I had to roll my eyes. “Yes Jack, you were amazing, ok.”
“What I wanted to say is, a man has to give a woman the pleasure she wants, she deserves.” He flashed me his aloof Jack-ish smile.