Kay continued to think about her future in the next few days. Davey had to go to two weeks of summer camp as part of his Naval Reserve status. She was alone during the long hot July days.
"Why don't you get a job, Kay?"
It was her mother's suggestion. She knew her daughter was nervous and brooding about the future; she needed something to take her mind off herself.
"Go out and go to work. It doesn't matter what the job is, you just need to keep busy. It'll keep you from thinking about yourself."
"What job could I get so late in the summer?"
"Every restaurant and bar in town needs help; even if they only take you on part time. If you don't like it you can quit. Kay, you've got to do something, you're driving me crazy! Now go out and get a job."
An unsavory place called The Pit Stop had a sign in its window that a cocktail waitress was needed. Her father had once referred to the joint as "sleazy", but when she asked her mother if she cared if she applied for the waitress position her mother said anything would be preferable to having her mope around the house like a love-sick adolescent. Kay applied.
The owner was a short squat man with a thick black mustache. He was a foreigner but she could not determine from where he came; his accent was nondescript to the untrained ear. His name was Green so she knew he had changed it from something else. He smoked a cigar.
"Girls here wear shorts. Let's see your stems."
Feeling like something sold in a live bait store, Kay put her feet together, stood up and pulled her shirt high.
"Higher."
She hiked it up more.
"Higher, babushka. Your ass should show a little, your back will be to customers a lot."
Smarting inwardly, Kay complied and lifted her skirt till her panties showed.
"That's good, babushka, your quim's gotta nice shape."
Kay had never heard the term "quim" before and didn't know what it meant, but she knew enough not to inquire. She let her skirt fall.
"You're hired."
After her first four-hour shift she was exhausted and her feet were swollen. She thought she was walking on two watermelons. By the end of the night it was all she could do to get home to soak her aching feet and go to bed with two aspirins.
By the fourth day she felt fine and actually punched her time card feeling as if she could go out and have fun, she had so much energy left.
"Hay, Ruby, babushka, come into my office, I wanna see you about somethin'."
Kay took off her work shoes and put on her high-heeled sandals with the ankle straps. She noticed as she closed the door inside his office that Green was looking at her feet. There was a gleam in his eye. It crossed her mind that her boss had a foot fetish. He was all but licking his lips.
Green pointed to a chair and she sat down, carefully crossing her legs so he couldn't look up her skirt; she suspected he was the type of man who would do that sort of thing. She wished he'd get to the business at hand, whatever it was. She felt uneasy under his intense stare. It wasn't just that he was looking at her with intent eyes, it was the nervous way he kept twitching his fingers as if he were anxious to get his hands on her.
"How about a drink to calm you down after all those grabby drunks?"
Before she had an opportunity to accept or decline, he was pouring booze into two glasses.
"Thanks," she said with a touch of sarcasm which was lost on her single-minded employer.
"Drink it fast, I've got something on my mind."
She knew what it was, too.
"You dirty middle-aged man," she smiled.
"You know why I asked you in here, don't you?"
"No, Mr. Green."
"Ah, come off it, big tits, you've noticed me eyeing you. Nice stems, good bod and jugs like a German barmaid; you're sensational looking! I just gotta taste your cunt!"
"Mr. Green!"
"Stop acting shocked. Why do you think the job's available during this bad economic period? I like a quick changeover in my girls. I like variety and so do the customers. You gonna give me a little?"
"Mr. Green," Kay said, rising to her feet, "I don't need this job. I don't need any job. And I certainly don't need you!"
"Who's talking about need? I'm talking about wanting. I want you and frankly I think you could use the experience. I've noticed when the customers make a pass at you half the time you don't even get it."
Green had hit a sore point. True, she was inexperienced. Davey had complained about it. She looked at her boss. He was no beauty but his head was on straight.
"Kay, I dig big-titted cunts and you're driving me out of my gourd. Put out for me, you might like it."
"I think I'd better leave."
Kay looked at him; every instinct told her to bolt for the door, but something in his eyes held her still. She tried to move her legs; they wouldn't budge. His eyes were fixed on her with a terrible intensity. They were burning into her soul and she knew why – he had told the truth, she was ashamed of her inexperience. Repulsive or not, she was going to play his game; she owed that much to Davey.
"You won't hurt?"
"Shit, no, I like my women coming back for seconds."
Smiling for the first time, he undid his tie and quickly began pulling his clothes off.
Green was across the room from her. His eyes were glazed with lust. Naked, he held his hard cock out and played with it as he drank in the promise of her beautiful body. Kay smiled and let her skirt fall from her hips. In a moment she was naked, too.
His eyes roamed up and down her nakedness. He gestured toward his desk.
"Kay, lean back with your arms behind you and support yourself by your arms with your palms down. On my desk. That's right."
Kay stretched her body. Her big tits rolled to the sides.
"Beautiful, you hot snatch. Slide your ass forward until your pretty little cunt is right at the edge of the desk. That's right, let your legs hang down but spread them wide apart. You take directions well."
Green had walked away from her toward the wall and turned. His cock had jumped to a new hardness when he saw her open cunt inviting him.
"Babe, you're something!" The enthusiasm in his voice was an added aphrodisiac to her.
Drooling a little at the prospect of fucking her exciting love-slit, he purposely heightened his excitement by running his hands lewdly back and forth on his long, rock-hard cock as he walked toward her, slowly, deliberately. When his hips moved in smoothly along the insides of her knees, he took his left hand off his prick, crooked his hand under her right knee, and lifted her right thigh up high so that he could slide his cock easily into her.
The second the sensitive tip end of his cock touched the soft flesh folds of her wet cunt, the most exquisite sensations of pleasure rippled through his body. A similar, equally intensive feeling rocked Kay. She drew in her breath lustfully as she felt the blunt end of the solid cock press demandingly against her cunt.
He waited there a moment, on the threshold of her vagina, teasing the inner and outer labia with the end of his cock. The teasing drove her wild, made her want his cock to continue on its way into her hungry body.
"Don't stop there! Let me have all of it!" she screamed, bearing down on his cock with her vagina as he drove into her until the taut skin on his belly met the ends of her buttock cheeks.
Once he was fully inside her, he crooked his right hand under her left knee, too, and lifted her left thigh up so that he was holding her legs in his hands, at the knees, her vagina impaled on his cock. In that position he was able to control the movement of her crotch on his massive erection as well as thrust his cock in and out of her. She was his willing prisoner, and it was exhilarating to both of them.
Her lust grew as he held her legs rigid and bounced up and down on his toes a little, so that his cock joggled in place in her cunt. He didn't move in or out of her by so much as a fraction of an inch.
"You're good, you know that?"
Kay breathed her compliment out as the friction of his cock against her blood swollen clit sent thrills through her body. She wanted his cock to storm in and out of her, wanted its huge hardness rubbing forcefully against her clitoris to give her even more pleasure.
"I bet you want more, don't you, big tits?"
"Yes, yes, yes!!"
Kay wanted him to make her come. How big and strong his cock was!
"Bang me all you want. As hard as you can."
He had begun to comply with her fevered desire, arching his hips and drilling his ramrod in her dripping cunt. In and out, in and out, in and out. He teetered on his feet.
With a cry of joy, Kay flung her head back, tossing it from side to side. His body, except for his cock in her, was too far away from her for the total delirium that she craved. She wanted to hold his sturdy body tightly against her own body, her breasts gloriously crunched against his chest, her arms holding him to her in a grip of steel.
"Hold me so my cunt can go riding up and down on your big prick!"
His eyes glittering even more lecherously, he continued to hold her by his hands under her knees, but he helped her to an upright position by leaning forward aver her so that she could grasp him around his neck. She swung her body up, in front of, and parallel to, his rugged frame, so that her cunt was sitting on his still magnificently hard cock. She hugged her hot body close to his big chest began joggling up and down on his tool as she clung to him ecstatically.
She hung onto him like a bulldog as she went on pumping herself on him, now slowly, now rapidly, until they were both obsessed with the need for orgasm. She uttered soft little sighing moans that seemed to keep time with the up-and-down plungings of her vagina on his enormous flagpole of a cock.
Every nerve ending in her vibrated with the beauty of what his dick was doing to her vagina. The muscles of her vaginal walls clutched and unclutched at his hard tool as she slid up and down on it. She pressed her face to his and smothered his lips, his eyes, his cheeks, with slobbering, torrid kisses. The love-juice dripped copiously out of her hole, all around the circumference of his cock. It fell on the wrinkled skin of his scrotum as his bag of testicles, every now and then, slapped against her cunt-lips.
Her eyes were dilated with passion. Her hair was a filmy mass of silky, black strands, flying all around his head as she pitched her head this way and that in her excited state. Her body was perspiring freely, as every duct in her body produced perfumes to bind the two of them together.
Gasping for breath, scarcely aware of her weight as she bounced about in his arms, her cuntal sheath enveloping his turgid cock, he began taking short steps around the desk as she held onto him in her spasms of riding desire. His eyes goggled and his body was aglow with the pleasure he was getting from having his cock going in and out of her. Her young body was pure delight to him. The touch of her skin on his, the sleek lines of her figure with her slim waist, long legs, beautifully shaped thighs, delightful handfuls of buttocks, her firm, full breasts, her adorable, black-haired and slightly protuberant mound of Venus.
"Don't move for a few seconds, babe!" he groaned between pants. "I don't want to come yet!"
They both relaxed for a few moments and let their breathing return to normal. Green's cock refused to go down and he was aware of a sensation of pain in his bloated cock. He had to come soon or he thought he'd do himself an injury.
He immersed his steel-hard cock in the soft wetness of her vagina. Only a few strokes brought them to fever pitch again and before she could announce it, she came all around him. He was borne upward on a tidal wave of tingling sensations as her cunt tightened around his cock. He could feel his balls knot in his scrotum, causing his cock to swell even more. Seconds later his cock stiffened more and jerked spasmodically as he winged it in and out of her at incredible speed. His semen began spurting through his long shaft and up into her womb like lava from a volcano.
"I'm coming! You gorgeous cunt! I'm giving you everything I have! Pull it all out of me! Drain me! Don't stop! Ride me, baby! Ride me! Kill me with the joy of it! Oh, Jesus! It's so great!" He clung to her for dear life and she continued sliding her vagina over his cock until the organ, its climax over at last, began to droop and quickly fell out of her.
He staggered back and almost fell as the impact of his climax left him drained and limp. He managed to step back a few feet to the desk and rested his buttocks against the edge of it to steady himself, for the first time beginning to be conscious of her weight as she hung onto him. From where he was sitting on the edge of the table, her back was to the mirror, but he faced it over her shoulder. It was a beautiful sight.
"Kay, for a girl who works nights and is on her feet all the time, you certainly aren't sleeping well," commented her mother at the breakfast table the next day.
"I'm just nervous about getting married, that's all."
"Well, you'd better stop thinking about it. Davey won't want a haggard-looking bride. You'll have plenty of time after you're married to think about it."
She noticed Kay was about to say some thing. She felt her daughter's hesitation – she needed a little reinforcing. Kay was obviously under some strain.
"Look, honey, Davey's a wonderful boy. Your father and I were talking about him last night. We both agree you are getting a fine young man. He's the same age your father was when we married; believe me, you've got a rosy future. Sure, there'll be difficult times, but as long as you approach every disagreement with good will and a lot of patience, it'll work out fine. I don't have a worry in the world about you."
She kissed her daughter lovingly and proceeded to clear away the coffee cups.
Kay appreciated her mother's efforts to make her feel better, but it didn't help, it only increased her anxiety. How could she confide in her mother that she was sleeping around to gain experience? After the traumatic night with Davey she was afraid she'd lose him without some skill in bedroom activity.
That night at work she avoided Green whenever possible. Fortunately, there was a regular customer, a cab driver, who kept her busy whenever she had a moment to listen. She liked him. He was reserved, even though it was quite obvious to everyone who bothered to notice that he was on the make.
The inevitable question was asked around one o'clock, a half hour before she was off duty.
"Kay, would you like to have a cup of coffee at my place after work?"
He said it and swallowed hard; asking was no easier for him than for her. It was so obviously a pick up.
Kay studied the cab driver. He was lean and pleasant looking although she wished he would go to a different barber, his hair was atrocious. His face, however, was pleasant and his youthful enthusiasm appealed to her besides, he was gentlemanly. He was a change from the usual customer at The Pit Stop.
Smitty, the cab driver, smiled. For Kay, that was it. Those perfect teeth were her undoing.
"Yes, but please don't let the boss know we're going out together. I'll meet you at your cab when I get off in twenty minutes. Smitty – thank you for asking."
His perfect teeth flashed again as he brought the cigarette in his mouth. He let it dangle as if he were a cowboy as he left a fat tip on the bar and strutted to the door. Twenty minutes later his flag was up while he sat patiently in his cab. When Kay came out of the bar, a sweater over her shoulders because the summer weather had turned chilly, he hopped out and held the door for her.
Kay got in the back of the cab and put her feet up on the jump seat.
"Uh! Am I glad to get off my feet! Wheew!"
Smitty clutched the steering wheel tightly. Did she realize how far off her feet he wanted to get her?
Quickly, he led her up the stairs and into his apartment. Smitty turned on the heat. He pulled the blinds. They stood across the room from each other, and he began taking off his shirt without removing his eyes from her. She glued her eyes on him and began undoing her dress. They continued to strip without looking at the clothing they were dropping.
In minutes they were both stark naked. Impulsively, Kay dashed across the room and jumped into the air, landing with her legs spread apart on either side of his stomach. He caught her ass in powerful arms as her arms closed around his neck. Their lips sealed on one another's.
He walked her into the bedroom that way. He set her down. They stepped back from each other, drinking in the sight of each other's nakedness.
Smitty stepped forward, turned her body around and hugged her from behind. He turned her around in his arms and felt her all over. She leaned trustingly against him. That made him feel good.
"I don't make a rule of picking up waitresses."
"I'm not a habitual picker-upper of cab drivers."
Smitty smiled and showed those hundreds of pearly teeth as if to undermine her self control even more.
"I noticed you the first night you started, when you couldn't tell one drink from another. You're pretty good now. But all week I've noticed how much of a lady you are and that's why I asked you out. I know a courtship should take longer, but seeing you here, well, I just started peeling my clothes off, I wanted you that much."
"You're an attractive man, Smitty. Joyce, the blond, said you're 'a hump'."
Smitty boldly crowded his mouth with her breast. His hands squeezed her tits together and he transferred his hungry mouth from one blossoming breast to the other. His hands were warm without being hot and they nestled the eggs of her breasts.
He dragged his tongue over her big tits and wallowed between them. His hands were in her hair which he unconsciously combed with his fingers. As a natural expansion of his tongue movements he began to explore the territory he controlled with his mouth. He worked his lips over her tummy and sides. He nuzzled his nose in her underarms and smelled the faint perspiration of her body. Even that aroma smelled good to him.
His faced dropped down to her hairy triangle and he licked at her pussy.
"Ohhhhhhh."
His lips did push-ups on her pussy. His tongue emerged from his mouth and rooted around for her clit which he pleasured with quick firm touches.
"You're setting me on fire!"
Smitty turned toward her and held her under his body in sinewy arms.
"Oh, Smitty, you're dynamite!"
She flung her arms around his neck and hugged him as tightly as she could.
"You're the best-looking cab driver I've ever been laid by. Your drive shaft's divine!"
"Yeah, sweets? Wait till you see me in high gear!"
Kay gazed down on Smitty's handsome nude body. She could feel his cock but could not see it. She didn't care too much, though, because she could feel it pressing against her flesh and warming her.
"Oh, honey, you're too much. I could fuck the shit out of you without stopping, for hours on end."
"I didn't think a man could keep at it that long."
"I'm willing to die trying."
Panting and snuggling into her neck Smitty explored her young body. The hot weight of his torso excited her and she felt moisture forming in her cunt folds. His penis was growing bigger and hardening up. It crawled across her leg as it swelled. It was weighty and the weight made her hungry to enclose it within her pink pussy lips.
Kay clutched his broad back and nestled herself into the mattress. Smitty dry humped her.
All kinds of tits turned Smitty on. He liked summer because then women wore low-cut dresses and he could adjust his rear-view mirror to observe them while driving. He had a luscious pair right here and he took advantage of them by giving them his taste test.
He supported one meaty globe by putting his hand under it. He ran his tongue around it as if he were drawing a bull's eye on it. Her nipple was the center and became the target for his protruding tongue.
Smitty transferred his attention to her other breast and once more zeroed in on her nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth and puckering his lips.
"Ummmm, that's so good."
The tit-sucking hardened his cock.
"Time to put baby in his playpen," he said grinning at her and adjusting himself between her legs. "Let's make this a good one for the Gipper," he joked.
His cock reared up and sought the entrance to her "playpen". He brought one hand to his mouth and smeared saliva over his palm, then applied it to his cock. He repeated the action so his cock would be lubricated to slide easily into her sweet chamber.
"Okay, start your meter."
Kay began their ride by rolling her hips from side to side, letting his plunger sink deeper into her warm pussy.
"That's my baby."
She could feel the weight of his body pressing her down. His hips were rising and falling in rhythmic thrusts.
"Drive, sweets, drive. Let's have all that good pussy."
Kay purposely ground her hips as if she were a hula dancer. His pistoning action kept up unrelentingly and gradually her breathing adjusted to match his strokes.
Every few strokes he would bring his face down to her tit, and fondle her nipple with his hips. He was expert at doing that, thanks to long hours of dedicated practice. His hands clutched her under the shoulders and she was comfortably caged in his arms.
Kay was unsuspecting but loved it when he abruptly pulled out and backed away to the edge of the bed. He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her to the edge, her cunt right at the edge. By bending his knees he was able to crouch and fuck her by rocking his body easily. His swollen cock slid in and out of her hair-ringed opening. He liked to watch her pussy lips bend and roll with his advances and withdrawals.
"That's… good… so… good."
He wet one finger and slid it along the tip of his cock, letting his strokes pull it into her cunt. His fingertip easily massaged her clitoris.
"Fuck me, Smitty."
Smitty advanced his hips, pulling back till most of his cock was out of her sweet sheath. Forcefully, he drove back inside. His hand gripped her tightly. Perspiration flew off his forehead. His body shook with the release he was feeling.
"Uuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhh, baby," he exhaled slowly.
Kay felt his cum pouring into her. She felt it flush into her body. She sighed and thought there were many more surprises of a nature in store for her. She wondered when he would be finished shooting into her. He was still coming in strong, forceful hot spurts.
Smitty exhaled in a manner which made his whole body subside and, even though his cock was still spitting into her pussy, he withdrew it.
"Ahhhhhh," he exclaimed rapturously. Smitty had had it for a while.