Chelsea Slut Waitress

Hey guys, this is Chelsea here... by means of an introduction, I am twenty years old, consider myself attractive, have long blond hair, and am a sophomore at college, majoring in history, and working as a waitress almost daily in the evenings to finance my tuition, well, at least in part...

My long-term boyfriend -- we had met in high school -- dumped me during my first year in college... I later found out that he dated one of his professors who later got a divorce from her husband and, believe it or not, married that guy who was at least twenty years her junior... I thought that if my ex finds mature women sexy, he should definitely go for them, and I got over this loss more easily with that juicy piece of information...

In any event, no luck since in the dating scene, many blind dates that were pretty awful but nothing that developed into anything meaningful or serious... That leaves me with watching porn here and there and masturbating myself to an orgasm on my own, advantage being that there is no guy who is impatient with his cock coming in my cunt way before I am ready to orgasm myself...

I eventually decided to go a slightly different route after so many disappointments... As waitress in my place they let us wear whatever we feel like, no dress code, fortunately, and I am taking full advantage of this freedom.

At times I dress a bit more formally, for instance, wearing a pantsuit or a jacket, elegant blouse and dress pants, at other times I dress slightly more into the provocative with revealing tops or T-shirts that show my cleavage, and skirts with higher hemlines... In fact, I noticed that the level of attention I get from the guys is proportional to how short my skirt is... I also occasionally do shorts or skorts but skirts are generally my preference, guys just like them so much better.

As for legwear, I go for varied color tights very often as they are comfy to wear and more robust, but every once in a while I also put on pantyhose, even those with low denier, to attract the eyes of my male customers toward my shapely legs... The rarest legwear for me would be thigh highs, but they sometimes seem to arouse men even more than tights or pantyhose... As for shoes, it is mostly flats, just for practical purposes, but I have done low heels also, on occasion, I just have to walk much more carefully in them when carrying plates of food.

During my time in the restaurant, I typically flirt with a few customers that I like and who look attractive to me, sometimes they may be in the company of their wives or girlfriends, which makes the flirt a bit more juicy and needs to be done a bit more secretive so not to arouse suspicion from their female partners. The ideal flirt, though, are unaccompanied men, not necessarily sitting by them selves (although that has its advantages, too), but they could be, for instance, part of a party with several men, or men and women, but I would determine based on their sitting order and conversation, whether they were single or not, at least on that evening.

Most men enjoy the flirt with me, and a few start it on their own, usually once they get excited by my outfit, for instance, when I wear one of my shorter skirts, a tight top with large cleavage, shiny tights and killer heels.

In my fantasy I imagine what their thoughts are when they ogle me, at times I notice their ogling quite well even if they think I do not notice, and usually, sooner or later, imagine them thinking that they would like to sleep with me and enjoy a good fuck... I can see it in their eyes that they express their lustful feelings towards me, and when I talk to them charmingly, I often notice how 'distracted' they are, unable to focus on the conversation, because all of their mental activity is focused on how to get me into bed with them. I also enjoy all kinds of teasing, such as touching a man's arm as if by accident when serving the food, or by dropping a piece of silverware on purpose so I can then bend down to pick it up from the floor to have my pretty ass, encased by my tights or pantyhose, exposed to someone's direct view.

When I have a real nice engagement with a customer in terms of flirting, some ambiguous conversations and the like, and when I decide that it would be interesting to meet that guy in bed, I whisper into his ears at what time my shift ends that day and if he would give me a lift home then... Believe it or not, but almost no one was ever a no-show so far, I always have a good sense for when a guy is strongly aroused and excited about wanting to fuck me, and if he sees an opportunity to do that he will not let it go by the wayside...

When my favorite guy of the night picks me up after my shift, I make sure my make-up is re-applied beforehand, to appear even hotter and sharper for him, and to apply some seducing fragrance, guessing his taste in that matter... I found some guys going crazy just from the sent I had on my body... That was the only thing that my boss did not want: waitresses putting on too much fragrance or perfume because it could irritate some of the guests who might have an increased sensitivity to smells...

So the lucky guy would drive me to my place, and usually I just thanked him for the ride, opened the car door and said 'good night'... Of course, that was just to startle him a bit and provide him with some tease, because I could tell that during the ride his brain was constantly playing different scenarios about how he would seduce me and bring me to bed and have a great fuck together.

When he protested, and even if he did not protest, I laughed it off and said that, of course, he was welcome to join me in my apartment for a drink, and with much relief,, the guy would exit the car, as well, and follow me to my place.

I would mix him a strong drink, and had one myself, and I offered him to sit on the couch while I sat on a comfy chair facing him. We had conversation, during which I tried to increase his arousal and anticipation further by, for instance, playing with my long blond hair, crossing my tights-encased legs over one another, playing with my shoes, dangling them until they fell down and then putting them back on, and sometimes, as if by accident, raise my skirt up a bit higher... I would also at times pick up some things that were in low drawers of a dresser and enjoy the sensation of his ogling eyes on my tights-encased butt as my skirt rose up towards my hips...

Some guys would, sooner or later, make a proposition, saying that they liked me, a lot maybe, and that they 'wanted more'... typically I would not let them approach me yet, and continued with my tease a little time longer...

At one point then I would sit next to the guy on the couch, and start to tease him with my shoes, tights-encased feet and legs, and always noticed a big bulge in his pants.

If the guy now made a move, and almost all of them did at this point, even those I 'rejected' a little while earlier, I would not object and let them proceed... Some of them were leg guys and focused on my legs and feet, there were even ones that 'needed' to sniff my shoes (which made me smile or giggle), others were focused on my breasts and nipples, and yet others directly proceeded to kissing, in most instances, French kissing...

All the while, of course, my own arousal had been building up steadily, as well, and the wet spot between my legs was often quite sizeable already...

All the caressing and kissing proceeded to a make-out session on the couch, still with clothes on, and it happened at times that the guy came already, usually being quite embarrassed about this, and sometimes his pants featured a big wet spot from his cum...

I picked the time that was right for me to go to the next base, took the guy's hand, and escorted him to my bedroom... I usually took his clothes off first to increase his desire and appetite for sex while he watched me doing this and still got aroused from my fragrance, my outfit, and my hands touching him as I took one piece of clothes off him after another.

Then it was the guy's turn, and it is interesting how the guys differ when undressing a woman... some are almost ripping off my clothes to the point I would be worried about having them damaged, others are very slow and gentle, to the point that they tease me, as I would not want to wait that much longer, myself, at this point in time.

What would happen next I determined based on the kind of guy in front of me... if he is into legs and feet, I would give him a foot job, putting him into the seventh heaven, without even having fucked me yet... A tits guy would get to tit-fuck me, or I would lay down with my legs spread, and while he would enter my pussy and thrust his hard cock into my cunt, my breasts and nipples would be available for his hand to massage and squeeze... Most of the time, both the guy and I orgasmed after a great fuck, and some of the guys wanted to go for a second round, to which I agreed only if I was up for this, too.

To round the evening off, depending on how I felt and how much I liked the guy so far, I would ask him about anal sex... Believe it or not, but not all guys are into it, but the ones who are, really like it a lot and, really, provide an excellent service to my asshole, I never regretted them assfucking me really hard at the end of their visit and came hard each single time.

Once the sexual adventures were over, we typically had some light conversation, did some cleaning up, and got dressed again... If I enjoyed the encounter very much and felt like it, I occasionally would hand the guy a pair of my worn tights or pantyhose, or even very rarely, my worn bra as a souvenir for the night...

Most guys want an encore or more but I have never invited any of them back into my place for a second time... My motto is: one guy for a night, and: the more the merrier... So: watch out when you eat in my restaurant, if you flirt with me, who knows, you might be the lucky one invited over, just for that night...