Sex in sri lankan restaurant

Suneetha wiped the sweat from her brow, and touched the pencil to the

pad. The idiots sitting at the booth could not make up their mind, and she

was getting really impatient.

"Um," the guy said. "I'm not quite... sure." He let the last word escape

from his lips as if he couldn't decide whether or not he should even say it.

Suneetha had to manually force herself to prevent her foot from tapping

against the hard tile floor. She rubbed her palms on her apron, as the 90

degree sweltering heat made her uncomfortable. The airconditioning was

on the blink again, and every time she walked to the kitchen it was like

walking

through hell.

Finally, the guy ordered, and she scribbled it down hurriedly, and went

to fill another customer's coffee cup. Two waitresses short, unbearable

heat, and a lecherous boss were really weighing down on her. The sweat

from her neck had fallen down her chest between her breasts, half tickling

and half itching. She dare not scratch, for fear that her boss would make

some comment about health or something of a sexual nature. She cringed

at the thought.

The polyester uniform began to cling to her skin, the sweat acting like

glue. As she walked, she felt her panties cling uncomfortably to the folds

between her legs. Still, she doggedly did her work.

Her manager pulled her aside, and told her that her tables were being

taken care of. He wanted her to train a new waiter, and show him all the

ropes. Suneetha was not thrilled with the idea of having to be pleasant to one

more person. However, she was sort of relieved that there was one more

person on the shift. Then she realized that she was going to have to cover

his mistakes as well as her own duties. She realized then that she wasn't a

happy camper.

She turned around, and faced the new guy. He wasn't at all what she

was expecting. He was about four inches taller than she was, and bore a

bright smile. She wondered how he could be so relaxed and polite in this

heat. She figured that that would change. Still... there was something

about him...

After two and a half hours of working close together, she was finally

having fun. Instead of Lakmal (the new guy) turning sour because of the

heat, Suneetha was actually getting into her work again. His humor was

infectious, and she had started laughing out loud, and even started telling

her own jokes. She really liked him now, and had all but forgotten the

heat.

Once, he bent over to get something from under a shelf, and she had

started to reach out to caress his ass before stopping herself in surprise.

She chided herself for what she was about to do, but she rationalized by

saying that she couldn't help herself. For most of the rest of the shift, they

had brushed against each other many times because of the close quarters,

and not always by accident.

The sweat between her legs became indistinguishable from another,

more pressing moisture. Her legs slid together as she walked, and she

found that she wanted to walk more and more to release the pressure. She

decided that she really swanted this guy, and there was a way to get closer

to him. Literally.

"There is one other place that you should know intimately," she said. He

raised an eyebrow; some of their jokes had risen to a sexual nature, so she

blushed at the implication. "The stockroom." She smiled as his eyebrow

fell, but the joke did not go unshared.

"Down here," she said as she bent down, "are where all the large cans

go." She looked up at him from her kneeling position, and swallowed hard.

Pressed close together between the metal shelving, and from her vantage

point, she could see that he was rock hard. She decided to do a little

teasing. She started moving the cans around on the bottom shelf with one

hand, and with the other she undid a couple of buttons on her uniform

blouse. Close quarters with Lakmal had made her perspire even more, and

even the little air that entered her bra felt good.

She turned back up, and continued talking. "And over here," she said as

she stood up. As she did, she ran her long fingertips along the bulge in his

jeans. She moved on down the line, as if nothing had happened, but she

swore she heared a small gasp from Lakmal. She smiled to herself. Work can

be fun, she thought, and stifled a giggle. Her manager had often made

passes at her, by using that line, one that she obhorred. Until now. How

funny that her manager's line could be used here.

She bent over once more, except this time, she didn't kneel. Her ass

jutted out at Lakmal, who was pinned against the tall shelf behind him. If

only we didn't have our clothes on, she thought. Zzzziiinng! She

continued talking about the boring subject matter at hand, and knelt down.

She turned to face Lakmal, and deftly unzipped his jeans while still talking

about regular shipments of ketchup. Lakmal's eyes opened wide, as this was

totally unexpected. The hot air swirled around his prick, which was

ramrod stiff. Still, the heat from the summer air was nothing like the moist

heat from the insides of her mouth. The silence in the small room was

deafening as her talking was interrupted. He felt her tongue swirl around

the bottom of his shaft, and he gritted his teeth together to prevent himself

from groaning. Damn, she was GOOD!

She bobbed her head on his prick, and thought about how long it was

since she had such a good time at work. This time, she couldn't help

herself, and she smiled wide. She held him with her hand, and stood up to

face him. Her breasts, covered in perspiration heaved with excitement.

Her panties felt about three sizes too small, and she wanted them OFF! He

raised her skirt above her waist, and nearly broke two fingers trying to pull

them down. The rush of air felt very good, but made her want him

between her legs. He bent his head down to her breasts, and licked the

sweat from them. She reached down, and guided him towards her. She

felt the head push between her lips, but the angle was too sharp. She

pushed him back on to the shelf behind him, and he sat down on one of

them. Straddling him, but still standing, she was able to thrust him into

her by lowering herself just a little. Once more, Lakmal kissed her breasts,

releasing them from their restrictive bra. Free from the constraints of the

cotton, she felt somewhat cooler and yet hotter at the same time.

Oh, yes, she thought. This is JUST what I need. Much better than a

cigarette at breaktime...

She was primed. Really ready. All day long she had teased Lakmal and

been teased, and the pressure was building inside of her. She felt it from

inside her chest. Lakmal's tongue licked her nipples, and he moved from one

to another. She held the back of his head to her, and wanted him to take it

ALL. GOD, could he feel them THROB?!

The familiar rush began along the insides of her thighs, and travelled up

her stomach to her breasts. Not yet, she thought, but at the same time,

there was the danger and excitement of getting caught, and that thought

increased the onslaught.

Inside of her, she felt Lakmal's impending explosion. She squeezed her

muscle walls tighter, and she heared his groan. His hot breath landed on

her breasts, and she felt the skin tighten into little goosebumps. Her pussy

began to contract more and more erratically, as Lakmal's dick bucked wildly.

Suddenly, she conuldn't control herself anymore, and she felt the runaway

train within her arrive. Her legs clamped on Lakmal, and she held his head

with her hands as she rode him on to ecstacy.

Lakmal felt the tightening muscles, and couldn't hold back. He shot his

load deep inside of her, and held on to her waist. He could feel her

wetness and how comfortable it felt to be inside of her. Suddenly, they

both heared a sound, and scrambled to reach for their clothes and make

themselves somewhat presentable. They looked at each other, and started

to laugh.

"Work can be fun," she said, and they both laughed.