Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
I even did one session in a bubble bath. It was hard making that tiny bathroom sexy, but I ordered tons of candles on Amazon Prime and got a giant bath pillow to hide the cracked tile. Peter said he loved it. He told me he has a bath tub with spa jets waiting to ease my muscles whenever we move in that direction. It sounds divine, but am I really ready? That would mean meeting in real life.
We have another call scheduled for tonight. I’m trying to keep it interesting so I ordered some fun things online. Peter is paying me, but at the same time, I enjoy his company. I want each call to be special, and I feel justified investing some of the money he gives me into pleasing him.
Plus, we’re both in the food service industry, so I’ve decided to do a little homage to the days of carhops. I ordered some roller skates and a very short waitress uniform. My hair is pulled up in a pony tail, and tied with a flirty scarf. I’ve rearranged my whole apartment for this so I can have a little bit of room to skate. Roller skating was one of my favorite pastimes as a kid so I’m pretty good at it. Peter and I haven’t done any sort of role-playing but I thought it might be fun. To be honest, I’m finding myself more and more comfortable with my sexuality around him.
A ping sounds from my computer, which tells me that Peter’s logged on. I’m standing in the middle of my kitchen holding a tray, one knee bent and a hand on my hip. I hold my breath, hoping he gets a kick out of it.
His handsome face pops up on my screen and a huge grin immediately springs to life. I do a little spin on my skates, smile coyly and lean forward so my cleavage is in full view.
“Sir, welcome to Whitney’s Burger Barn. Can I take your order?”
He laughs, amused.
“Are you really wearing roller skates in a New York City apartment? You are crazy!”
His smile stretches from ear to ear so I know he likes it, but I tease him anyway.
“Don’t you like it?”
“More than you can possibly imagine,” he growls.
“Good! Would you like to be my customer or my boss?”
“Oh, I get a choice. Hmm, I get to be the boss all day. I’d love to have you wait on me. Are you on the menu, sweetheart?”
I giggle.
“Only for special customers like you. And you have to order me a la carte. What would you like first?”
“I want your panties.”
That makes me laugh.
“I’d have to take my skates off for that,” I tell him. “Are you sure you want to move that fast? We just started.” Also, my panties are the only thing I haven’t taken off for him, and I’m a little hesitant.
He nods his head, blue eyes gleaming.
“I’m sure, little one. And you can keep your uniform on. Trust me, the customer is always right.”
I play along like he’s an unreasonable customer.
“Sir, panties do not come off over roller skates. I don’t know what dirty movies you’ve been watching—”
“Cut them off. I’ll buy you ten new pairs to replace them. Like I said, leave the uniform on. It’s sexy to think of you wearing it with nothing underneath.”
I pretend to think for a moment, and then say saucily, “Take your shirt off and we have a deal.”
“Done,” he agrees and without hesitation, his black t-shirt comes off over his head. His chest looks like it’s sculpted out of stone. His shoulders are broad and strong, and he’s got defined, six pack abs. I know my face is flushing so I turn quickly to grab the scissors from a kitchen drawer. Then, I discreetly reach under my skirt and cut off my panties. I make a snip at each hip and bingo, they’re on the floor. My back is to him so I don’t see his reaction, although I know he can see the cloth drop.
I purposely spin around quickly so he can get proof that I have nothing under my skirt.
“Would you like to order anything else, sir?”
“Yes. I don’t want you take off the uniform but I want you to unbutton the top all the way to your waist so I can see those breasts I love so much.”
I do as requested. I’m deeply aroused. I expected this to be more fun than erotic, but I was wrong.
“Anything else in your order?” I ask breathlessly now, my girls visible for him to see. They’re large and the pink crests are already hard with need.
“Yes. I want you to bring me those panties I asked for. I want you to bend at the waist and pick them up so I can see exactly what I’ve been missing.”