Would You Like Ketchup With That? - Sex Stories

Would You Like Ketchup With That?

... she asked, drawing my attention away from her straining breasts to the smirk of her smile, noticing that her gaze was focused as she leaned slightly forward from her window, her smile broadening as she got a good look at my thighs under the hem of my skirt. “Yes, please?” I answered, hoping that was the response she was looking for. Apparently it was, for she dropped the packets into my bag with a bit of a flourish, handing it to me through the window, her lips pursing thoughtfully, before uttering her trademark good bye. “Have a wonderful evening.” “I will, thank you. You too,” I managed. This time, I didn’t even make it out of the car. This time I climaxed sitting behind the wheel, my car parked in the drive, the hem of my skirt pulled up around my waist, my panties pushed to one side as I finger fucked myself to a mind numbing orgasm, not even caring if any of the neighbors took notice of my ecstatic cries. It was several moments before I could manage to climb out of the car and make my way inside, my thighs still trembling, as I sank to the floor in the entryway, fingers shaking as I pulled the receipt from the bag, the fries forgotten in my lust. Skirt. No panties. Show me. oOo “Please drive up to the window,” she announced as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Show me. I repeated the words silently as I pulled up, forced to look slightly up at her, noting how perfect her vantage point was. “Ketchup?” she asked, but from the way she smirked, her brows forming questions, ...

... I knew that wasn’t all she was asking. I could, of course, just take my meal and drive off, but something told me that, if I did, our little game was over, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted -- needed -- to find out how far she was willing to take it, to be honest. Feeling my face heat up under her subtle scrutiny, I slowly pulled the hem of my skirt up my thighs until she had a good view of my naked, obviously drenched, pussy. I was so wet, in fact, that I could feel my arousal pooling under my bare ass. Humiliation burned in my cheeks. I shook, my heart pounding against my ribs. I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding my breath until I started feeling a little light headed. That’s when she nodded and dropped a pair of red packets in with my meal as well as the receipt. “Have a beautiful day,” she said with a smile, licking her lips slowly as I drove slowly off, my skirt still raised, my pussy exposed. This time I didn’t even make it to home. This time I played with myself at every red light, unable to keep from an earth shattering orgasm half a block from my home. Not the first of the night, either, but certainly the best. And, once again, she’d left me a note, short and sweet and to the point. I want to watch you cum. oOo I’d never done anything like this before. I hadn’t even considered the possibility and yet, there I was, pulling up to the drive thru, wearing a one size too small cotton top, my stiff and swollen nipples clearing outlined as they strained at the thin ...