Would You Like Ketchup With That? - Sex Stories

Would You Like Ketchup With That?

... little at just how inappropriate they were. oOo “Fries, a diet pepsi, hold the ketchup,” she said, a hint of laughter in her voice, her smile as bright as always as she handed over my order. I began to think of these late evening meetings at the drive thru window as a clandestine date so secretive that not even she knew about it. It was a lovely fantasy, but nothing more than that. “Have a lovely evening,” she told me, sending me off with a playful wink that robbed me of the power of speech for a brief moment. “You too,” I finally managed, my cheeks warm even with the cool wind blowing through my still open window to cool them. I am not proud of it, but as soon as I got home I began a new ritual, one tied to my daily fast food run; I propped myself up on my pillows, unzipped my jeans, and slid my hand into my panties, unsurprised at how wet they’d become. After all, I’d been fantasizing about what I wanted to do to her, or what I wanted her to do to me, for the past five miles. My orgasm was intense, leaving me shaking and too rubber legged to stand without using my nightstand as a prop. Our ‘affair’ had just moved to a new level. When I was able to breathe normally again, I realized that it would be impossible not to call up this episode every time I heard her voice issuing form the speaker. I closed my eyes, imagining her popping her ‘p’s with her lips pursed around my clit. It was almost enough to make me come again. Closing my eyes, I simply moaned, falling back on the ...

... bed, hands covering my face, wondering if I would be able to face her again. oOo “Fries and a diet pepsi.” My breath caught, my hand trying to sneak it’s way between my legs as my thighs suddenly took charge and, despite my best efforts, spread enough so that I could reach between them, the image of her sucking on my budding clit filling my thoughts with such intensity that it took me a minute to realize that I’d been parked at the speaker box longer than necessary. Trying to pull myself together, I pulled ahead with a jerk, stopping the car suddenly at the window, sheepishly smiling in response to her chuckle. “Day dreaming?” “Yeah, I guess,” I said, trying not to blush, suddenly aware that I could smell my own arousal, hoping it didn’t leave the confines of my car. “Fries, no ketchup, and one diet pepsi,” she announced cheerfully, handing over my meal, her breasts straining against the blouse of her uniform, fingers coming in contact with mine, this time for longer than was necessary, or so I imagined. Swallowing, I thanked her, a little sigh slipping out at her farewell. “Have a lovely evening!” Yeah, I thought, knowing exactly how I was going to spend it once I got home. This time, in fact, I didn’t even make it home before I had my hand in my panties, fingers rubbing against my puffy lips, already slick with arousal. I didn’t even make it to the bedroom, falling to my knees the second the front door slammed shut behind me so I could finish myself off with a gasping cry of ...