The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 03

... breast started to spill out of the armhole of her tank top.

"You worked today?" he asked.

"Just the lunch shift." She shifted to the other side, and her other breast slipped into view, including just the edge of an areola. "Janelle asked me to take her dinner shift, but I've got to finish a paper tonight."

John nodded. He understood. College had been a lot easier when it wasn't on top of an actual job.

"But it's kind of too bad," Al continued. "My favorite customer is probably going to be there tonight."

John's ears pricked forward at her words.

"Oh, you've got a favorite customer already?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she replied, extending her legs toward him and then beginning to reach out to touch her toes. The loose neckline of her tank top revealed all of her magnificent cleavage. She hadn't made eye contact with him recently.

"So," John said, his throat a bit dry. "Tell me about him. What's his name?"

"We all call him FC," she answered.

"FC?"

"Uh huh," she said, sitting upright now and reaching out toward him with her fingers interlaced, her biceps pressing her breasts together. "Favorite Customer."

John laughed. "Oh, so he's everyone's Favorite Customer."

"Pretty much," she acknowledged, getting up on her knees and assuming the Child position. "Some more than others."

"So what makes him everyone's favorite?"

Al seemed to stifle a smirk, then went back to her poker face. "He's funny. He's pretty over-the-top with his flirting, but ...

... he's sweet about it. And he's a really good tipper."

John nodded. His heart was beginning to race as his imagination started running away from him. But he didn't want to appear to be digging for anything. He sipped his beer instead.

"And, um, apparently he's hung like a horse," Al added.

John choked on his beer. Trying to avoid spitting it across the room, he forced some up his nose instead. Ow, that burned. He caught Al suppressing another wicked grin.

"Apparently," he reiterated, zeroing in on the fact that she wasn't indicating first-hand knowledge.

"Uh huh," she replied, returning to nonchalance, bending at the waist, and stretching her arms out on the floor in front of her. Her tank top slipped forward, revealing a sliver of golden flesh at the small of her back. "Apparently he's worked his way through about half the staff."

John shuffled in his seat on the couch, adjusting his erection inside his slacks. "No shit," he mused. "So, you've got ... independent verification on this?"

"Uh huh," she answered. "Why, does that surprise you? I mean, he's got a reputation, and ... well, girls talk."

John was still aroused, but at the same time he was feeling a bit nauseous. Jesus. The thought that there was this mysterious, well-endowed stranger out there, plowing (plowing!) his way through Hooters waitresses, and his precious Al was swimming in those waters ... it was very disturbing. He had spent years loving the idea of another man sampling and savoring ...