The Diner - Sex Stories

The Diner

I left work late on Thursday evening. I was on edge and beginning to feel my frustration level rise. I haven’t fucked a woman in a while, and the agitation was starting to show. I looked at the clock in my car as I pulled out of the parking lot, eleven-thirteen. Not really in the mood to head home to an empty house, so I decided to pull into a small coffee shop on the way home. I climbed out of my car and headed into the coffee shop. The place was pretty empty but it was a Wednesday night. I slid into a booth about half way down the row and grabbed the menu from behind the napkin holder. As I casually glanced at the menu my eyes were drawn to a woman sitting at the counter talking to the waitress. She was very stunning with her jet black hair and dark eyes. My eyes drifted down her white blouse unbuttoned enough just to show a hint of cleavage, to her black pencil skirt, to her crossed legs covered in black nylon. Her legs crossed pushed her skirt up to about her mid-thigh which made for a perfectly arousing sight. I unconsciously licked my lips as I took her in. When my eyes made their way back up to her face, when I noticed they were both looking at me. Playing it cool and with a cold authoritative look in my eye, I waved the menu to waitress to let her know I was ready to order. Both girls looked away quickly noticing my cool look and the waitress quickly came around the counter, grabbing the coffee pot and scurried to my booth. “Coffee, Sir,” she asked with a slight ...

... shake in her voice. “Yes, please,” I let roll off my tongue with a steely tone. Her hand shook as she flipped my coffee cup and filled it full. I liked that I had this effect on her, it turned me on and I was getting anxious. I looked up and caught the girl at the counter staring in my direction. Her demeanor had changed and she seemed very interested. “Anything else I can get you, Sir,” the waitress asked me with a submissive tone. “Yes, I will take a piece of your apple pie,” I informed her as a casually tucked the menu back behind the napkin holder. “Yes, Sir, coming right up, Sir,” she shakily said as she scurried off to fetch my pie. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she slipped back behind the counter giving her friend sitting there a wide eyed looked and a crooked smile. The woman at the counter shifted in her seat and she uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. She was having a very hard time keeping her eyes forward and not looking in my direction. She was trying her hardest to act in control but I made her uneasy, I liked that. I sipped my coffee as I waited for the waitress to return with my pie. I deliberately kept my eyes off of the girl at the counter knowing she was trying to get my attention, she had it of course but I wasn’t about to let her know it. As the waitress came around the counter with my pie, I let my eyes fall on the girl sitting at the counter. I smiled a half smile and she batted her eyelashes. She grinned and knew she thought ...