Every morning, as I pulled into the lane to place my order, I would put a handkerchief over my hard-on. It never bothered me if a lady saw my dick while I was driving. In fact, it was a real turn on. But in the fast food place, I didn’t want anyone to think I was a pervert. The young woman who took and filled my order each morning never said anything to me about the white cloth in my lap until one day when I dropped the cash I was about to give her. The handkerchief slipped off my lap onto the floor as I reached down to pick up the coins I dropped.
“Why on earth are you hiding yourself with that cloth?” she asked.
“Well, I just didn’t think that you would want to be looking at my cock while I ordered pancakes,” I said.
“Don’t be ridiculous. With a nice piece of meat like that, you can feel free to come in with it out anytime you like. My car is that little red one right over there. If you see that there, then I’m the one taking the orders.”
From that day forward, if she was the person on duty, I left the handkerchief on the seat and let her see all of my boner she wanted. She would always find something to talk about as she stared at my cock and I stared at the cleavage she so amply displayed, leaning out the window with her elbows tucked nicely together.
Last week, when I got to work and unpacked my breakfast, I found that she had written her email address on a napkin and invited me to write her. Without hesitation, I got my computer booted up and wrote her. I used my yahoo account and wrote, “Hi. I’m your favorite pancake person. I have to let you know that your willingness to let me expose myself to you really turns me on. Not every woman is as happy to see my throbbing cock, but you really make my day.”
Later that day, she wrote back, “Seeing you all hard and at attention usually makes my day too. It also makes work a little harder because all I can think of having sex with my boyfriend. Usually, I run into the bathroom and finger myself until I make it. With the picture of your cock in my mind, it doesn’t take long. Thanks for the view!”
I e-mailed back a one liner saying, “Being seen by you is a real turn-on for me and it helps keep me hard all the time.”
We e-mailed a few more times over the next week.
She told me after I asked for my usual, “We have just run out of taters. I know that’s what you come here for. If you’ll pull around by the side door and into a parking spot, I’ll bring them out as soon as they’re ready.”
I paid her with one hand and slowly played with myself with the other. Then I followed her directions, pulling into a parking spot on the side of the building, backing in so that I could see her when she came out. I sat waiting, idly stroking my cock, until the door swung wide and she emerged, carrying the white bag with my breakfast in it. Instead of coming to the driver side of the car, she veered off toward the passenger side. I hit the door unlock button and she quickly slid into the passenger seat and deftly swung the bag between the seats putting on the back seat.
“I know you’re hungry, but so am I,” she said.
With that, she dropped her head into my lap. She was very enthusiastic as her head and fist bounced up and down my shaft. She lifted her head and smiled at me before she spit on my dick and then went back to devouring me. I lowered the back of my seat until I was almost laying down. Her mouth and tongue we hot and she sucked on me for all she was worth.
The sounds of her sucking me were sending me over the top. I could feel the tightness beginning to well in my groin and she could sense it too. She lifted her mouth so that only my head was still in her mouth and she swirled her tongue around and around as she tightened her fist on my dick and stroked me harder and faster. It only took a few minutes more, but I shot the load of my life onto her tonsils as she swallowed all I had to give. She slowed her paced and finally stopped, just sucking gently on my softening dick and made soft cooing sounds of pleasure.
“Oh man,” I said. “Thanks. That felt really good.”
She lifted her head from my lap, kissed me gently on the lips, opened her door and before closing it, leaned over and said, “No, thank you. I told you I was hungry and you tasted good. Must be your special syrup. See you tomorrow!”
She shut the door and ran back inside.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.
