Stranger in the Bathroom at Work

Like millions of people around the world, I lost my job when quarantine hit several months ago. Technically, I was “furloughed”, but we all knew what that probably meant. I had no job and not much to do. For months it was just online classes, lots of weed, trying my best to become a “normal” person who has hobbies and exercises regularly (or, you know, any sort of productive activity), and no sex. My last sexual activity, other than masturbating, was a toothy, disappointing blowjob from a Tinder date three months ago.

When the government’s bonus unemployment money dried up back in July, I at first reassured myself more would come in. But eventually I had to face reality and start looking for work. Success came in the form of a call from a local restaurant I’d worked at a couple years ago and who knew me. They offered me a position at the front, sending out orders, dealing with customers and other menial, but not unpleasant tasks.

One of my favorite parts of working a job like this has always been (I hope) subtly ogling the more attractive clientele. This place was in a town with multiple big colleges, so there was no shortage of incredibly hot women. On the day of this story, I encountered just such a girl.

With precautions in place due to the pandemic, our setup had changed. No customers came into the restaurant, except for one at a time to use the restroom. Everyone else made their orders online or on the phone, and picked up right at the doorway.

It was probably about 1 PM and the lunch rush was winding down. Me and my buddy I was working with that day were chugging ice water and doing a little cleaning and restocking when a pair of customers came up to the front — a young girl, who I guessed was around 20, and an older woman who I took to be her mother.

As I said, we get a lot of hot girls coming by to get food or coffee and sit on our patio, but this one literally made me do a double take. She was short, maybe 5′ 5″, with pale, creamy skin and a supple frame that was mostly hidden by her white sundress. What wasn’t hidden by the dress were her breasts. While the rest of the dress hung loosely around her body, it was tight where her breasts bulged out, begging to be palmed and squeezed and ripped free from their cotton prison. She had dark brown hair that hung in cascading curls over the sides of her tits, drawing the eye down to her cleavage. Far too much cleavage for a lunch out in public with your mother, if you ask me, but I wasn’t complaining.

Obviously, she was wearing a mask, but I liked what I could see of her face. Large, chocolate-brown eyes with well manicured eyelashes and perfect “Instagram” eyebrows. I loved a girl with nice eyebrows.

They came up and placed their order in person. Usually an annoyance for me, but I was too distracted and instantly smitten to care. The older woman did all the talking, but I exchanged a few glances with her daughter, smiling under my mask in hopes my eyes would reflect it.

As I sent them off and told them to wait for their name to be called, I watched the sway of this girl’s body move under her dress, barely catching the outline of some underwear through the semi-sheer cloth. Red, maybe pink.

They got their food and drinks, handed off by my colleague to my disappointment, and sat eating their meal for a while until about 15 minutes later, when the girl in the white dress came up by herself while I had my back turned.

“Hi,” I heard, and spun around to face her. Her voice was soft and high pitched and very feminine, like a talking doll. For an instant I let my gaze drop to admire her cleavage. I snapped my eyes back up to hers before she could notice. “Sorry, I know we already ordered but I forgot something. Could I have an iced coffee?”

“No problem, just give me one second.” I tried to keep to the same “customer-service” tone I usually did, even though I was dying to flirt with her.

I rung her up, and as I poured her coffee, a stream of dirty thoughts ran through my head. Your tits are incredible. Can I touch them? Or maybe just jerk off and cum onto them? It wouldn’t stain your dress, really. Thoughts I probably wouldn’t have had at all if not for my quarantine dry spell. But now they were so intense I had to remind myself not to blurt them out.

When I came back to reality, her coffee was overflowing and my eyes were again locked onto her breasts, studying every visible inch of milky soft skin. My cock was three-quarters hard at least, stiffening against the fabric of my jeans. I felt a cool bead of precum forming at the tip of it. Just from staring at her tits for a few seconds!

“Shit,” I muttered, tipping back the coffee pitcher and wiping off her cup. I heard a soft giggle, and looked up at her face. She was watching me closely. I knew she had caught me this time.

I handed off her coffee along with a straw. “Sorry about that. Here you go.” What little of my face wasn’t hidden by my mask must have been blushing furiously, because my skin burned with embarassment. “No worries!” she said, giving a tiny squeak of a giggle again. Before she turned around she met my eyes again, and they swept slowly down to my feet and back up my body, in a way that seemed not-so-innocent to me, before turning away to return to her mother-daughter lunch.

“Dude, good one,” my work buddy said from behind me. “Fuck you,” I replied with a grin. I cleaned up the rest of the spilled coffee and shook my head, cursing my awkwardness around women. More specifically, hot-as-fuck college girls whose amazing cleavage is a foot away.

I glanced at the pair eating outside, pretty close to our door which was propped wide open for the summer. They ate slowly, the girl mostly looking at her phone and giving delayed replies to her mother.