Working Late

Did they finally leave? Finally. I thought I was going to have to throw out that last table.

Did they seriously not notice all of the chairs stacked on the tables around them? Or that we turned off the music? And that most of the staff has gone home?

God it’s been a long night…

Still so much to do. Need to prep that risotto for the special tomorrow. I wonder if those truffles got delivered...

At least I’ve got you here with me.

“Are they finally gone?”

“Yeah, they’re gone. I’ll never understand how people can be so oblivious. ”

My irritation starts to fade. I’m sure you’re as exhausted as I am, but, as always, you’ve always got a snarky comment or a knowing smile for me. I look over my shoulder at you and your hair has started to escape from the neat bun at the back of your head. I have a sudden urge to sweep it behind your ear.

But, that would make things…complicated. You and I, we’ve…we’ve always had this…thing…between us. I like to press your buttons, do things to get a response out of you. You act like you’re annoyed, but then you do it right back to me, and on and on it goes. We work well together because we understand each other, because we can be brutally honest with one another. I can’t help but think we’d make a good couple.

I push up my shirt sleeves and start on the dishes, but I swear I can feel your eyes on me as I’m hunched over the sink. It’s been three months since you started working here. Rick, the head chef, introduced you mid-shift and basically threw you to the wolves. But you rolled up your sleeves with a determined glint in your eyes and... I...well, I’ve just always admired that about you. You never shy away from hard work.

“You have any plans this weekend?”

“Ah, no, not really. Working two more doubles, actually. ”

“Damn. Take it easy. You’re going to make the rest of us look bad. ”

“Not possible. Your work ethic is god-tier and everyone knows it. If anyone is going to make the rest of us look bad, it’s you.”

You lean up against the counter, just a couple of inches away from me. I get a whiff of your perfume and damn, it smells good. I’m suddenly incredibly aware of how close we are. I glance up for just a second to antagonize you about not helping me with these dishes, but I’m distracted by the scent and your closeness. You’ve freed your hair from the bun and it hangs loosely over your shoulders and you’ve undone the top two buttons of your black shirt.

“Hey, listen, these dishes are going to take me a while. Why don’t you head home? I’ll take care of the risotto prep.”

“No, no I can’t leave you with all that. Don’t worry, I’ve got nothing going on tonight.”

“You sure?”

“Definitely. You’re just going to have to deal with me a little while longer.”

“Alright, alright. If you say so. ”

You smile triumphantly and start to drift away from me. Suddenly, you stop and lay your hand on my forearm.

“Hey, how did I not know you had tattoos?”

Your fingertips wrap gently around my arm as you turn my wrist over. My skin tingles everywhere you touch.

“Oh, uh, yeah. Those two are pretty old, actually. I got a newer one on my back from my buddy last year. ”

“Nice. You’ll have to show me sometime. ”

I like moments like this–when it’s just the two of us together in the kitchen. It’s rare, since there’s always something to do. But moments like this are when I learn more about you. When we can both let our guard down, even if just for a minute. I have to admit–you’re hard to read. But every day I try to uncover something new about you. You’re a fascinating puzzle to me.

“So how come you don’t have plans tonight?”

Well, you know, I deal with people all day long here, so the last thing I want to do after work is...see more people.

I wonder if you’re dating anyone. I feel like you would’ve mentioned if there was someone, but I guess I’ve never heard you talk about anyone in particular. Okay, time to stop that train of thought. Mixing work and pleasure…never a good idea. But, you...

I think you’re worth the risk. You’ve pulled a stool up to the counter and your skirt is hiked up a little. I catch sight of a strip of your thigh and try to think about something, anything else.

“How come you're always here so late, hmm? Every time I get off a shift, I feel like you’re just getting started with some wild kitchen experiment.”

“Ah, well, you know, cooking is…it’s everything to me. Plus, it’s not like I’ve got anyone to go home to or anything, so I’m free to conduct my ‘experiments’ whenever I want.”

You’re giving me this look, this crooked, curious little smile, like you can’t quite figure me out, but you want to. Like you might suspect the way I feel about you. Ah, fuck it.

“Hey, um, since we both tend to spend our Fridays embarrassingly alone, maybe, uh, we could go out sometime...”

“Yeah. I’d love to. ”

“You would?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Yeah? Okay. Great. ”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah...”

“I’ve always wanted to do this…”

I reach for your waist and draw our bodies closer.

My hands meet your hips and I turn us around with your back against the counter. I feel like I’ve just gotten the wind knocked out of me. Your kiss is suddenly very hard, needy. You wrap your hands around my neck and pull me forward.

“Everyone’s gone home, right?”

“Yeah.”

You shudder as my fingers glide down your hip, inching along your thigh.

Oh fuck, the sounds you’re making. Those breathy little moans...fuck, they’re making me hard. My free hand twists around the fabric of your shirt. I shift my mouth from your lips to your neck as your fingernails find my bare back beneath my shirt.

“Can I, fuck, can I take this off?”

“Yes, god, please...”

Your bra joins the shirt on the floor. You arch your back into the counter and I take one of your nipples between my fingers. I flick my tongue over it and it starts to harden.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

I rub my cock through my pants. Fuck, I’m so turned on...

“You taste good.”

I lick over your nipples again before drawing back. Your face twitches with pleasure as I blow cool air over them. Mmm, I can’t look away. I gently part your legs with my knee and slip my hand up along the inside of your thigh.

Oh, damn, your panties are soaked. I glide my fingers over the fabric and circle your clit slowly, teasingly.

“Oh, god, you’re good at that.”

I slide your panties down your legs and look down at you, spread out before me. I’ve thought about seeing you like this for so long, but my imagination is nothing compared to how fucking hot you look right now. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting you.

“Don’t stop touching me.”

“Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.”

“Oh, fuck...”

I drop down to my knees. Your hands grasp at the back of my head and yank me forward. I slide two fingers into you and thrust it in and out of your pussy while my tongue over your clit, alternating between harsh licks and barely-there touches.

“Oh god, fuck me. Please...fuck! ”

Mmm, you’re needy, flushed, begging for my cock. Your fingers claw at my shoulder, rumpling my shirt.

“You want me to fuck you? That’s what you want?”

“Yes…”

I scoop you into my arms and start to carry you towards the kitchen door.

“Where are we going?”

“If I’m gonna fuck you, it sure as hell won’t be with you bent over a cold metal counter in my kitchen. Besides...that’s quite the health code violation.”

You wrap your arms around me, burying your face in the crook of my neck as I push my way through the kitchen doors and into the dining room. I lay you down gently on the edge of the cushioned seat in the back corner of the room. You spread your legs with a coy smile, chest still heaving...

“Please fuck me. I can’t stand it anymore.”

I barely register that I’m stripping off my clothes. I just need to taste you. I need to be inside you. Our lips collide, wet and messy. You bite my lip, hard. I brace my arm beside your head and flip us so you’re straddling my thighs.

“This okay?”

“Yeah...”

You reach down and wrap your hand around my stiff cock. Fuck...

“Condom?”

“Birth control. That’s okay?”

“Yeah!”

You lift yourself up and guide me inside of you. circling your hips in torturous circles that have me gripping your hips hard.

Your hands are back in my hair as you kiss me and bounce up and down on my cock. Heat crackles down my spine. I place my hands around your ass and bounce you harder against me.

“Yeah, you like that? You like my cock so deep inside you? ”

“Yeah, fuck, yeah! Harder, go harder. ”

Fuck, fuck. You reach down and place two fingers up against your clit. You work it fast, flicking your fingers over it again and again.

“I’m getting close, I’m getting close –”

“Come on, cum for me…yeah, yeah!”

Fuck, fuck...

You lean into me and press your face into my neck. I reach up and brush a loose strand of hair out of your eyes.

“You’re staring.”

“Can you blame me?”

You sit up, grimacing a little as the leather seat sticks to your skin.

“If anyone finds out about us, we are going to be in so much trouble, you know.”

You stretch your arms above your head, showing off the arch of your spine, and sweep your hair over your shoulders.

“Worth it.”