Fucking the Waitress

The hotel bar was almost deserted, just a few couples scattered around the bar and a small group of musicians playing some tired old hits. Petros sat alone, with an empty glass in front of him, killing yet another night alone in a city far from his home. What made things worse was that tomorrow was his birthday and instead of being at home with friends, he would have to stay here in this city until late tomorrow night.

The waitress, who from what he knew from the name tag she wore was called Anastasia, came to see if he wanted another drink. She was an attractive woman around forty, with a strong sense of humor. Every time they had struck up a conversation, they teased each other and everything they said was full of innuendo.

When Anastasia returned with his drink, she explained that she had a little free time and asked if she could sit with him for a few minutes. Excited by the chance for some company, even from a random waitress, he told her he would very much like her company and so she sat at his table. She asked him what he was doing there and he explained it was for professional reasons and told her about the difficult situation he was in because tomorrow was his birthday. She told him how much she understood him and sat with him for another five minutes. He had been tempted to invite her out after she finished work, but he thought she probably had a family waiting for her to return home. As he was thinking this, she had been called to another table and was with one of the few customers who remained.

Petros finished his drink, signed for the drinks they had had, and got ready to go to his room. As he was leaving, he wanted to see Anastasia and tell her goodnight. She smiled at him and swayed her hips provocatively as she walked between the tables, collecting admiring smiles from the customers.
The clock struck half past twelve when Petros woke to the knock on his hotel room door. He usually slept naked. He put on a quick pair of shorts and sleepily headed towards the door. To his great surprise, he saw Anastasia standing there, still in her uniform, holding a tray with two drinks.

-Something for the boy whose birthday it is today, she said.

He opened the door wider and let Anastasia pass. She quickly stepped inside and bent down to place the tray with the drinks on the low coffee table in the sitting area. As she bent over, the back of her skirt rode all the way up and revealed a nice white pair of panties. She stood up immediately and gave Petros a drink, took her own, and made a toast for his birthday.

-Now what would you say to a birthday kiss?, she told him.

She moved close to him and put her hands around his shoulders. He bent down to kiss her. As he did, he felt her breasts pressing against his chest. The kiss that started innocently, very soon became passionate and lasted a long time. When his hand went around her waist, it reached back and slid all the way down to her well-shaped and round ass. They broke their kiss and Anastasia offered him another drink.

As she stood at the mini-bar with her back to him, Petros thought the drinks could wait and went behind her. He kissed her neck, as his hand slid around her from behind to fondle one of her breasts. It was large and firm and swelled more when he touched it with his hand. He felt her nipples hardening through her tight top and that was a sign that he had aroused her and that a little further down, her pussy was wet between her legs. She had turned around and leaned against him, with her eyes closed and her mouth open. Then his hand slid under her skirt and over her panties…

He loved women who didn't wear thongs but panties. He loved the feeling of the large, soft material he grabbed with his fingers and the small area of fabric between her large lips which, when he touched them, had a warm moisture that he felt better when he pressed his finger deep enough inside. She moaned softly when his hand slid up and then back inside her again, touching her bare flesh and her shaved pussy. He caressed the lips of her pussy and felt them swelling with longing for his cock. He slid his finger deeper and as she opened her legs wider, he pushed another two even deeper inside her.

His hand left her breast, lifted her skirt, and grabbed her panties, pulling them down as he held her from behind. The panties stopped at her knees and finally reached her ankles and with one movement she kicked them onto the floor. Anastasia swayed and leaned from one side to the other, helping him do it. Her thighs parted and opened and Petros pressed his hand hard against her now panty-less, bare pussy, putting in and taking out one of his fingers inside her and made her tremble with lust. She put her hand back and grabbed his hard cock which now appeared like a huge bulge inside his pants. The lust was pressing him now and there was no time to take her to the bed or even undress her, which was something he so wanted now. So he pulled her onto the arm of the sofa. He bent over her, pulled up her skirt, and her legs opened ready to receive him between them.

He pushed down his shorts, freeing his cock from the intense tightness it had been in for so long. Grabbing it with one hand, he pressed against her from behind, guiding it to enter her eager hole. The swollen head of his cock parted the lips of her pussy and then he stretched them with his hands and drove it deep inside her. Her tight pussy resisted for a second and then opened, making room for his cock to go very deep. He held her hips and began to thrust in and out of her. Sliding inside her and out, harder and deeper with each thrust. She put her hand on him while he fucked her. She grabbed and squeezed his balls. Now he was frantic, both from her moans as he fucked her hard, and from her tight pussy which was choking his cock. Anastasia began to cum, pulling him along with her. He pushed his hard cock frantically inside her and the explosion of his seed happened deep inside her pussy.
When Petros woke the next morning, Anastasia was gone. On the coffee table was a note that read:

-I hope you liked your birthday gift! With love Anastasia!

At the bottom, was a phone number he knew he would use soon..