"May I take your order, sweetheart?"
Dean looked up at the waitress leaning over the counter. His eyes fell down on her chest and then on the name tag on her shirt.
"Autumn? What an unusual name," he said.
"Born in October. My mom thought it would be cute," she said.
"It is," he said.
She smiled and blushed a little.
"What are you having, sweetheart?" She asked again.
"A cup of coffee and a slice of pecan pie," he answered.
"Coming right up," she said.
She went away and came back 10 seconds later to fill up a cup of coffee in front of him. Shortly after she returned with a piece of pie as well.
"Anything else, sweetheart?" She asked.
"No thanks," he said and grabbed the fork.
She walked away to clean some of the tables. He was the last customer in there and he knew they would close in a couple of minutes. He watched her in silence while he made his way through the pie. She was a cute little thing.
"I don't mean to sound rude, sweetheart, but I'm closing up," she said.
He looked at her. He knew she was alone. The chef had already left.
"Mind if I just sit here with my coffee while you do what you gotta do? I won't get in your way," he said.
She thought about it for a few seconds.
"Sure, why not?" She finally said and smiled.
She walked over to lock the door and turn the sign from "OPEN" to "CLOSED".
She whistled as she cleaned the tables and got everything in order. He just kept watching her. He licked his lips as he watched how her ass would sway everytime she walked past him.
"Are you done with your coffee, sweetheart?" She asked.
"Yeah, thank you," he answered and handed her the empty cup.
"You're welcome. Now I'm kicking you out," she said with a giggle.
He got up from the chair and walked slowly towards her. He knew he probably shouldn't but he just had to try. She turned him on and the worst thing that could happen was that she would say no and he could live with that. But he just had to try. She might say yes.
His hands landed on her hips and he stepped close to her, leaning down to her ear.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"I bet you've often fantasized about being taken on one of the tables in here," he said in a raspy voice.
His tongue followed his words into her ear and she shivered. She didn't push him away or struggle and he knew he had her right where he wanted.
"How about that booth in the corner? Want me to take you right on that table?" He asked as he slowly walked her backwards towards it.
She let out a small gasp as her ass connected with the edge of the table.
"Is this really happening?" She whispered.
He looked at her and saw her blush which only made him smirk at her.
"Yes, it's really happening," he answered as he lifted her up to lay on the table.
He pushed up her skirt, grabbed her panties and pulled them off her. He tossed them to the side and placed his hand on her naked crotch.
"Mmm, already so wet," he said as he pushed two fingers inside her.
She moaned as he thrust his fingers in and out of her. She was ready for the taking and he couldn't wait. He pulled his fingers out and put them to her lips so she could lick them clean. Meanwhile he used his other hand to open his pants.
He pulled his fingers out of her mouth and used both hands to push down his pants and boxers to his knees. He lifted up her legs on his shoulders and pushed his dick inside her without warning. She grabbed the edges of the table and let out a loud moan. No way she was ready for what was to come. There was no rhytm or sweet lovemaking in his movements. It was just rough fucking as fast as he could. She tried to hold on to the table as good as she could but soon realized that there was no point. Her body went back and forward but he kept holding on to her legs so she wouldn't fall down. She finally let go and just let him control everything.
She twirled her upper body to the side while she cried out her orgasm. He kept her lower body in place with her legs still on his shoulders as he continued to smash into her so fast that she could barely figure out when he was going in or out. He fucked her through her orgasm and even when it had died down, he kept going at the same rapid pace. He finally grunted out loud and thrust into her one last time.
He leaned forward and put his hands on the table. Her legs were being bent towards her and it wasn't a comfortable position but there wasn't really anything she could do about it. Sweat was dripping from his hair down on her.
"I'm gonna tell my friends all about this place and their friendly waitresses," he said with a childish grin on his face.
She slapped him on his chest but couldn't help but laugh.
He finally pulled out of her and removed her legs from his shoulders. He helped her back up and she quickly fixed her skirt while he pulled up his pants. She looked for her panties and found them halfway towards the front door. She walked over to grab them and he followed her. With her panties still in her hand, she went to the front door to unlock it and let him out.
"Thanks for the coffee," he said.
"Anytime, sweetheart," she said.