I just served two girls. They were stunning. One was tall, possibly German, wearing blue frame glasses. She had on white peddle pushers and heels. I think she was wearing a g because i could see the tan of her buttocks through her pants. Blond. She threw me a smile and the only way i could respond was by biting my wrist. I almost screamed at her "Jesus woman, are you trying to kill me?" Fortunately, I refrained. It was hard not to just fall down twitching, muttering, crying. Oh god.
Then there was the brown skinned girl with the super accent and perky pair. It was like they were pointing upward into my mouth. Her accent was a mix of Singaporean, Scottish with some American thrown in. We talked about the gift that her boyfriend was getting her. Fuck him. Her teeth were large and white. It was like serving an Abercombie and Fitch commercial. With tits and ass.
Just now as i am writing this (i am at work) a girl walked in with the full blond rocker billy look that made me actually want to cry. Like, just weep for it all. She bent over to look in the cabinet and of course, i imagined hiking up her skirt and eating her out.
Any piece of skin i see just makes me think of sex. I wonder if i can be celibate and still go to sexaholics anonymous. Thank god i am not addicted to masturbation. My excuse is i just like it a lot. Ah ha ha.
Oh, and now a young girl, 'bout 17 just lent over in front of me in her loosey goosey blouse and showed me some boob. Accidentally of course. She asked me to show her some things in the cabinet (i am beginning to hate these cabinets) in what turned out to be a husky woman's voice issuing from a tweens body (did i really just say that?).
This whole things is basically just my cock lamenting. It cries salty salty tears.
At least this one was funny.
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