One Kiss Too Many (Chapter Two) - Sex Stories

One Kiss Too Many (Chapter Two)

... country lane. She got out of the car and walked around to his side door. When she opened it, he stood up. But she pushed him backwards, and he fell back onto the seat. She quickly undid his belt and zipper, pulling his throbbing cock out of his pants. She started sucking it, and kissing and licking it, all up and down the shaft, with expertise. He wanted to fuck her so badly, but she wouldn’t let him. Instead, she sucked, then pumped his cock with her hand. She loved the feeling of power, watching a man shoot his load all over. He had never had a blowjob or a handjob before, but he would never forget that one. But once he found out Donna was a student, he broke it off, not wanting to lose his job. And a month later, Donna left for Belgium. But, let’s go back to her job at the restaurant. Donna hadn’t changed much. She knew if she dressed seductively, she would get more tips. When men saw her kick-ass legs, and her nipples through whatever top she was wearing, they would give her big tips, hoping they might get lucky. Most hot-blooded men wanted to a piece of her. She needed all the money she could get, working at Chelsea’s, and being a single mom. And that’s why the paving crew acted the way they did. She was wearing black platform shoes, and a short jean skirt. She didn’t wear panties because she wanted to feel her new clit clip beads tickling her thighs. It kept her clitoris hard, and the breeze blowing up her skirt felt good on it. Her skirt was just long enough to cover ...

... it, unless she wanted to flaunt it. Her top was see-thru, loose, and open at the bottom, making for easy access, a frilly, thin white thing. You could see her large nipples standing like soldiers at attention. The blouse was of such a light material that it moved when she walked, rubbing on her nipples, keeping them rock hard. Her mere presence caused men to take notice. She just oozed sensuality. She made sure she would be seen. So she bent over, straight-legged on the walkway, right in front of the work crew, and adjusted her shoe strap. The men were in a trench they had dug, right beside the walkway. They got quite an eyeful. They went wild, calling her a sweet child, and ‘hot legs’. She certainly was a hot child in the city. "Cut it out!" the foreman yelled at his unruly workers. When they came in the restaurant for lunch, Donna was wearing a full apron, keeping all but her back covered. The crew started getting rambunctious, when she came to their tables. "Settle down," the foreman commanded. They listened to him with great respect, despite their hormones wanting to rule them. After they were done, they all left, except the foreman, who stayed behind to pay the bill. "Hi I’m Steve. Sorry about that. They’re a little uncouth, but they’re a great team." "No problem Steve. I’m Donna," she smiled flirtingly. "Listen, instead of me tipping you, how about you joining me at The Longhouse tomorrow night? I’ll buy the drinks." How could she refuse? He was tall and handsome, with ...