One evening, my friends and I went from the office to a small restaurant. He was in 2 steps and we often sat there on Fridays. The restaurant was not something that was very expensive, but a lot of people were never there. Not intrusive design and pleasant service were rather a pleasant bonus than a "chip". All the waiters were wearing something like uniforms. Clothing was different, but it was in the same style and colors, in tone with the decoration of the hall. Dark green shirts in a small cell and black pants or a skirt.

Having entered, we sat on high chairs at a separate (not a bar) counter. We always did that. So it is more convenient to talk.

Tonight there was a new waitress at the shift. At first I did not pay attention, but then she brought the menu and my view, almost instinctively, fell on an impressively bulging shirt. On the badge was written "Anastasia". "Wow" - I thought - "size 3 +" ... I looked up at her ... The girl smiled and handed the menu.

- Order something right away?

“Coffee,” I said.

Took the menu. She looked at the others (there were 3 of us). But the rest said they did not choose and stumbled upon the menu.
One coffee - she summed up.
I turned around and went to the kitchen window. After looking at the chest, I just can not help but look at the ass ... And I was pleasantly surprised. Usually girls with such breasts have an impressive ass ... But our Anastasia was fine. Black jeans were tightly wrapped in a neat, though not very small, ass.

The hips were nicely rounded and taut. "Apparently the gym" - I thought ... She looked out the window to the cook and leaned a little. The shirt for the release - just stood up and I saw that the jeans were actually low-waisted and without a belt ... I continued to look at her butt while she shifted her weight from one foot to the other and said something to the cook. The member began to harden.

Then I got distracted by the conversation. But lateral vision continued to follow. Finally she headed in our direction with a tray on which my coffee stood lonely. Needless to say, I enjoyed swaying her breasts under a baggy shirt with ill-concealed interest. And only when she came very close I was able to look into her eyes, and not on her chest. She smiled, apparently realizing what I was staring at. It must be said that the girl was not very tall, and we sat at the counter. Therefore, the tabletop was about the height of her chest. Lifting the tray, she seemed to accidentally hooked her chest from below and for a split second it seemed as if her chest was on a tray ... This frame smashed into my memory, without slowing down reflected in my pants. Then the girl moved the coffee from the tray to the table, looked into my eyes.

- Thought something? She asked instead of "Chose."

I decided not to take my eyes off ...

Then she suddenly winked.

- Yes, - I answered, and winked too - I will be hotter ...

Smiled.

- I can offer ... - and began to say something.

I interrupted her:

- Your choice.

She nodded and slightly bit her lip.

Then friends ordered something.

- And where can I wash my hands? I asked, looking into her eyes again.

- Come, I'll show you.

It was impossible not to notice how her eyes slipped on my fly ...

I think the standing member did not hide from her attention ...

It is a pity I did not have time to see her face, since she quickly turned away and walked forward through the entire hall.

Following on, I was staring at her butt ...

“This way ...” said “Anastasia”, pointing at the corridor with her hand, where there were 2 cabins (on both sides of the corridor).
Just when she said this, I was already going there and overtaking her I could not deny myself the pleasure of lightly slapping her on the pope, as right in the middle of a phrase ...

But she didn’t even stop and ended the sentence - she added:

- To the left.

I entered the left door, not paying attention to the "female icon" and began to wash my hands.

Seconds after 30 the door quietly opened and she entered ...

- Wow ... I said softly ...

- I thought it was all over flirting ...

- I thought so too, until you slapped me ... she answered - snapping the latch.

She stood facing me ... Just by snapping the door."This is probably feverish nonsense" - flashed through my head - "In life it does not happen." Nevertheless, I came close. With one hand he took under his chin, and the second by the waist ... He pulled me close and kissed her lips ... The sensations were more real than the real.

- So modest ... - she giggled ...

- Do you want more cheeky? - I asked, as if not in my own voice ... - Are you sure?

- And you try ...

My member, standing with a stake, was not ambiguously caught between us.

He could not not feel.

- Well, get ...

I climbed to her shirt and realized that she was holding on 1 button, which instantly succumbed ...

The shirt opened wide as if by itself.

There was no bra.

I began to brazenly paw the chest.

- Do you want this from the first minute? ...

- Yeah ...

Slightly bent down and dug his lips into the nipple.

Then another.

- Yes ... - she purred - do not be shy.

She pressed me to her chest ... And I continued to kiss and lick the nipples in turn. Hands already crawled into her jeans. Button ... lightning ... As if they were not. Fingers instantly found the clit under the thong. And they began to pull at him. She flinched several times, as if from electric shocks. And moaned hollowly ...

I lowered her jeans a little already unbuttoned. He came off his chest and passionately kissed his lips. Our tongues seemed to start a dance. Without releasing the clit, I began to paw my ass with my free hand. Buttocks were as elastic as it seemed from the side ...

- MMMM !!!

“Dddaaa ...” she breathed with a slight shiver.

Having grasped the moment, I unbuttoned my fly and let the penis out ...

He straightened up and took her hair powerfully, but he did not rudely whisper ...

- Well?

She giggled looking at me with slightly dull eyes and defiantly drooling - licked her lips. One of her hands was already rattling my dick, and the second was wrinkling her own breast. Without another word, she squatted down and took the dick in her mouth. A few moments later, the waitress “Anastasia” shamelessly sucked him.

I was a little embarrassed by such agility, but it was stupid to resist. The next moment, my hands were already holding her head, throat throat on the penis. The waitress convulsively swallowed with each movement, but did not let him out of her mouth. I thought that I was too rude and I loosened my grip, but this made the suction even deeper ... Looking at the ceiling, I was enjoying her lips.

This went on for a few seconds. I breathed intermittently, and she silently polished my burly man, standing on the cards. My eyes began to clear up. "We must take advantage of the moment." I took out the dick and almost a layer raised her to her feet ... Turned to face the sink. She spread her legs, otklyachil ass and started povilivat them ... I wasted no time pulling off her pants and thongs, lowered his pants. But before continuing to slap on the pope ...

- MMM !!! - she stretched playfully ...

I slapped harder ...

- Yeah ...

My hand crawled down and began to caress the sponge bottom and back. It was wet there, not to say wet. With the second hand, I took the penis at the base and ran it between the lips ... In the mirror I saw how she bit her lip. He smiled and slapped her on the pope one more time ...

- MMM! she stretched.

Then, holding the penis at the base, he led them up ... between the lips ... between the buttocks ... She held her breath. As I walked past the holes, I made a slight pressure, but then I took the boat above ... He rested on her tailbone ..

- Well ... she whispered

- What? I asked playfully ...

- Ambush me ...

I made a long move with a descent drove his boyfriend in wet pussy all the way. Her tight ass spiced sweetly under my pubic hair. She exhaled and even opened her eyes wide. I repeated the movement in the same sharp way. And then he took her by the hips and began to quickly fuck. Her fingers dug into the sink.

She was mooing something unintelligible and out of rhythm. I sat up a bit on the socks to enter a little more upright. Nastya let out a long breath, more like a howl. One of my hands took her hair and pulled, and the other, slightly pressed on the lower back. The girl otklyachila ass even stronger. In moans, I disassembled not intelligible "ebi ...". It only podzadorilo me. I began to paw her chest from behind - with one hand. The second continued to pull the hair. Her hand lay mine right on my chest, squeezing my own chest with a layer that I did not dare. A moment later, my fingers were in her mouth.

- Wow ... I thought.

And a little faster, making fast movements until it stops, literally lifting it on the penis.

A few more movements and Nastya squeezed, dug into my fingers with her lips and began to touch her knees, reducing her legs. But I just changed the angle and accelerated a bit. She sobbed and went limp. Several times having planted all the way into her still frantically quivering little body, I slowed down. Almost stopped. It got wetter there. Let go of the hair. She released my fingers and lowered her head to the sink. The member almost went out then stuck it all the way down in a slow rhythm.

My breath leveled off a bit and I decided to continue.

Literally by force, he raised it from the sink. Now we stood standing. Hands pawed her chest and lips kissed on the neck, cock - smoothly moved her wet pussy, trying to wrinkle - because of the pose. From this it was even nicer. The busty waitress “Anastasia” looked at me in the mirror and moved her back to the left and right a little, as if trying to put her on the dick as deep as possible. "Teen's dream" - flashed in my head. In the next moment I already tilted it even lower than the edge of the sink ... with my knee I spread her legs wider ...

“Arr ... she breathed.

I slapped her hard on the ass.

- Yeah ... - hoarsely.
I grabbed her thighs and fucked godlessly - deeply and quickly. She sobbed a couple of times to the beat ... Fingers dug into the sink. I slapped her once more.
Aah ... Ebi ...

The member seemed to become even tougher, although a moment ago it seemed that there was no place to be tougher. My pubis rhythmically spanked her sweaty ass. We breathed rhythmically in time with the beat of it. It became quite difficult to keep sperm in the eggs. Then she tightened up again ... She squeezed her buttocks ... brought her knees down ... And literally hung on my penis and her arms, it seemed breaking off a piece of the shell ...

- AAArrrr - I exhaled, rhythmically pulling it all the way, already literally ending ...

And a moment before the splatter - pulled out a member. The jet slapped her ass and back. She twitched slightly, squatting down. She leaned against the wall and sat on the floor.

- It was cool ... she said. catching his breath and smiling. - go, do not fall - she added the next moment.

I wore my pants.

- If they burn, will they fire you? - I asked carefully.

- Noo. I am the owner of the place.

- Wow ... why then? ...

I did not finish the sentence.

- Go. Then. she said persistently and not patiently.

I went out and returned to the table.

- What took so long one of your colleagues asked?

Then I realized that they did not realize anything, that everything happened faster than I thought ...

- To tell you in detail? - asked with mockery.

- Everyone laughed.

After another couple of minutes, Anastasia in a buttoned shirt, through which the outline of her bra is clearly visible, in tightly buttoned jeans — brought us an order ...

On a napkin under a singing mug in small handwriting it was written: “Why didn't you decide in the ass?” And the number.