Stranger in town discovers diner’s tastiest dish.

I saw her behind the counter the moment I walked in the restaurant. I’d asked the concierge at my hotel for the best place to eat normal food around town. I wasn’t in the mood for the fancy and expensive fare the hotel offered.

“Don’s,“ had been her answer.

It wasn’t Don’s Diner or Don’s Café or Don’s Eatery. It was just Don’s, and I found that immensely attractive.

What made the spot even more appealing was the petite brunette behind the counter. She was small and curvy and had wavy dark hair that fell past her shoulders. When she moved, I caught a glimpse of pink and then red strands. Barrettes? But then she moved again, and I realized they were highlights.

I waited to be seated and stared. Probably rude, but I couldn’t help myself.

She glanced up from behind the counter and caught me looking. Her eyes flashed, blue or green, I wasn’t sure, and she smiled. Then she went back to work as a tall, plump blonde showed up to seat me.

“Danni will be right with you,“ she said, and off she went to seat a couple who’d walked in after me.

I could only hope the brunette was Danni. I studied the menu and waited.

“Hi, there,“ she said. When I looked up, I wasn’t disappointed. Danni was in fact the curvy dark-haired girl from behind the counter. “What can I get you?“

“You aren’t on the special menu tonight by any chance?“ I asked before I could stop myself.

Despite it being the cheesiest pickup line in the history of pickup lines, she chuckled. “Well, that depends,“ Danni said. “If you’re a member of the clean-plate club, I might be. I get off in less than an hour.“

Jolted by her ease at rolling with my verbal flirting, I struggled to think. After I’d calmed down I said, “In that case, I’ll take a turkey club and an iced tea. Shouldn’t take too long to eat that.“

She winked. “Coming right up, stranger.“

I opened my mouth to tell her my name, but she held up a hand. “Don’t ruin it, sugar. I like the stranger part. That’s what sends me — “ She leaned in, her breasts straining against her pale blue uniform. “It’s what turns me on… “ Then she was gone with a swish of hair and the soft whisper of her polyester skirt

I ate my sandwich and watched the clock. When her shift was over, she pulled a coat on and motioned to me. I paid my bill, handed her a tip, and followed her out the door.

“Did you drive? Need a ride?“ she asked.

I had, in fact, walked from the hotel to the diner. I told her as much, and she led me to an old white Monte Carlo. “Hop in. Come have a beer with me.“

She drove to a small apartment complex and led me to an equally small apartment. She flipped the lights on, said, “Follow me,“ and then went into a tiny kitchen. She opened the fridge, grabbed us each a beer and then stood on tiptoe to kiss me. Her mouth was warm and soft.

I put down my beer.

My hands were much happier tracing her hips and finding the smallness of her waist. I kissed her harder and then nuzzled her neck, her collarbone and then found the zipper of her bodice and pulled it down. I freed her full breasts, thumbed her stiff pink nipples and then took one into my mouth. She made a deep, satisfied sound, and I smiled. So I moved to her other nipple and gave it the same attention. When I pushed my hand up under the skirt of her uniform and slipped a finger inside her panties and then inside her cunt, I found her wet. More than wet. Drenched.

She put her beer on the counter and hiked up her skirt. She tugged down her panties and looked at me. Her eyes were blue.

“Condom?“

I fumbled for my pocket, but she shrugged. “Never mind.“ Then she pulled a kitchen drawer open, rummaged and came up victorious. “Ha! I knew I had one in here.“ She proceeded to rip open the package as I undid by belt and my pulled down my zipper.

Before I could act, she took my cock in hand and teased the tip with a gentle fingertip. She milked a single teardrop of pre-come out of me before she sheathed my cock in the condom and smiled. “Where were we?“

She shimmied her lush little body against me again, and I found myself lost in her kisses. When she pushed me away and faced the counter, planting her hands against the pale turquoise tile, I froze. But then she waggled her ass at me, looked over her shoulder and said, “Hey, stranger, don’t leave me hanging. Fuck me, why don’t you?“

She didn’t have to ask me twice. I took one big step toward her and pressed myself against her smooth heat. I let my cock ride the split of her ass, then moved to find the wet warmth of her pussy. When she arched her back and thrust her butt back, I slipped the tip of my cock along her slit. She was so wet, the feeling made me grunt. I pushed forcefully, filling her half way, before growing still.

I heard her breathing hard, watched her fingers curl against the counter. She hung her head and moaned, her pussy twitching softly around my cock.

“Say please.“ I laughed. A rush came over me — better than any high I’d ever experienced.

“Please,“ she gasped. I could hear that she was smiling.

The rush felt bigger, the pleasure brighter. I wrapped my hand in her hair and tugged just a little as I thrust deep and hard, filling her completely with my dick.

“Yes,“ she sighed.

The sound of our bodies smacking together filled the tiny kitchen as I thrust over and over, hard enough to make her hips rap the counter. “Don’t stop,“ she said, when I faltered.

So I didn’t. I urged her upper body forward until she was pressed to the counter. I held the flare of her hips tight as I drove into her. Her cunt, slick and hot, gripped me, and she cried out as she came.

I was barely holding on. I wedged my finger into her ass, and when she groaned and thrust back against it, I nearly lost control. I fucked her ass with my finger, and when her pussy rippled around me again and she said, “Jesus… Jesus… “ I knew she was coming again.

I gave in to my own pleasure and heard myself moan as I climaxed.

We drank our beers and shared a sandwich. Then I went back to my hotel without ever telling Danni my name. Just the way she liked it.