tagErotic CouplingsAmy and Zach Ch. 01

Amy and Zach Ch. 01

byPrettyKitty10©

"I definitely think you should go for it," Clayton said to Amy. They stood at the hostess station and peered around the corner at the tall, handsome guy standing behind the bar of Sharkies. "I heard him say he thinks you are hot." Clayton grabbed a lip gloss from Amy's apron pocket and applied it to his pursed lips, shaking his spiked black hair with blond tips at her "If you don't, I will sister."

"Subtle," Amy laughed at the young Hispanic man who made smacking noises with his lips "Shut up, plus I don't think he plays for the same team you do." She turned her gaze back to the object of her lust. Zach was tall, at least 6'4", and a solid 250 pounds of pure muscle. He looked like a cross between a football player and an Abercrombie&Fitch model with a strong squared face, shoulder length dark blonde hair, deep set hazel eyes and a wide grin that made her panties wet when he aimed it at her. "Isn't he still dating Christie?"

"She's a bitch and she treats him like shit, everyone knows it." Clayton moved to go seat a customer, "get that man girl. Own it."

Amy laughed again and swung her hips dramatically for Clayton's amusement as she headed to the back of the bar where the registers were to clock in for her shift. Zach was reading a car magazine that had a bikini clad, surgically enhanced blonde model draped across a shiny red foreign looking sports car. His square jaw was locked tight, and his brow seemed furrowed as his warm hazel eyes scanned the pages. Amy clocked in quietly and walked up beside him, "You know, they still haven't paid me for posing for that cover."

Zach looked up, confused and then looked at the cover of his magazine and laughed boisterously. "You should call somebody about that," he smiled warmly at her. Amy was always welcome company to him. He'd had the biggest crush on her for some time now, she was tiny at 5'0" tall, slim but curvy in all the right places, with long blond hair and a gorgeous face, he always thought she looked like a tiny supermodel. "So what's up trouble? I didn't know you were working today."

Amy shrugged, "I had to take my car in to Brake Max so I thought I would come in and see if you guys needed help. But I guess they have to keep my car for the weekend, so I'm kinda screwed."

"Do you need a ride home?" God she was cute, he had a hard time being around her sometimes without thinking what it would be like to bend her over the counter and have his way with her. He knew she was a lot older than him, but God damn she was sexy, and something about her sent shots of electricity right to his cock.

"Um, yeah," Amy smiled at him. "If you don't mind..."

Zach's phone rang, and he walked into the back hallway area to take the call. Amy couldn't hear the conversation, but she got the gist of it. Christie, screaming at him about something again. She couldn't figure out why he stayed with her, except until she remembered what Christie looked like, tall and fit, long honey colored hair and a face that belonged on the cover of a men's magazine. She treated Zach like arm candy though, and expected him to be at her beck and call, and every time she threw a fit he would come running to her like a puppy with its tail between its legs. She didn't get it.

Zach came back, flustered, the furrow in his strong brow deeper. "Sorry 'bout that."

"Don't be." Amy stood up and tossed a napkin in the trash bin. "But you shouldn't let her do that to you...it's none of my business...I just...you're better than that. That's all." She set her light blue eyes on his handsome face and drank him in, sighing, "can you still give me a ride? Or ....?" She motioned to his phone.

Zach sat for a second, looking at his phone. Amy was right, he knew she was right. "I'm a man of my word." And he grinned at her, making her stomach do little flips.

Sharkies was a busy restaurant located in the center of the mall that consisted of two main dining areas and a central bar area that connected them. The logo was a smiling shark in a white tank top and sunglasses, eating a burger on the beach, and it was plastered everywhere you looked. Both Amy and Zach were bartenders and they worked well together, feeding off each other's energy and personalities, they could keep an entire bar entertained with their banter. She hadn't planned on working there for as long as she had, it was supposed to be a transitional job after a nasty divorce, but the money was good with her tips, and it filled a social need with talking to all the customers she came into contact with. She had developed a friendship with many of her coworkers, but especially Clayton, and because of this Clayton was a regular fixture in the bar always running through with hilarious commentary about the day.

Around noon the trio decided it was time to put in orders for lunch from the kitchen. "I got it," Amy said, jumped off a bar stool and headed to the kitchen area to prepare some sandwiches. Zach and Clayton watched as she laughed and joked with the cooks behind the counter as she whisked around the kitchen.

"If I wasn't gay, I would be hittin' that," Clayton sidled up to Zach.

"Yeah?" Zach laughed.

"Give it up homeboy. You know she's hot," Clayton winked at him. "Plus she's funny and cool as hell. I might just go straight." And they laughed together. "You need to dump the queen bitch anyway. I want my crown back." And he snapped in a z sign that made Zach laugh harder.

Amy returned with a tray of food, that she proceeded to hand out. She slid a sandwich to Clayton, "One salami, pickles, pepperoncini, tomato and mayo and chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side." Clayton laughed at her little joke. She pulled another sandwich from the tray and handed the plate to Zach "half white, half wheat turkey with mustard, mayo, vinegar, salt, pepper and a little lettuce for the crunch, and a chili with tomatoes and cheese." Zach smiled and nodded in thanks.

Clayton smiled and laughed at Amy, "how do remember that every time sister?"

Amy just laughed and shook her head, "because it's really weird...and he gets it every day? I don't know." She looked at Clayton puzzled as he winked at Zach and muttered mmmhmmm.

Around two, the bell signaling that someone had just walked in the front doors rang, and Amy looked up to see Christie walking in, and she was looking around for Zach. She sighed to herself, how could she even compete with that? Christie with her perfectly streaked beach Barbie hair, her white short shorts on her impossibly long and tan legs, and a rock hard toned body. She watched her walk up to Zach and hand him a bag from Subway, Zach looked at his watch and back up at her shaking his head. He opened the bag and looked at its contents, handing it back to her. After what looked like some arguing, Christie stormed off on her wedge heels and she could make out "so pick it out if you don't want it, fucking baby..."

Amy went back to her end of shift cleaning list, wiping tables and booths, and refilling salt and pepper shakers. She was bent over a table, wiping it off when Zach came up behind her, "Not that I mind the view, but are you ready to get out of here?" She turned around red faced and looked up at him, nodding.

Walking out together they got a few curious looks from co-workers, which she found amusing. Zach unlocked the door for Amy, and helped her up into the passenger side of his truck. He climbed in the driver's seat, and Amy gave him brief instructions to where she lived. He fiddled with the stereo, finding a song he liked and then watched the road intently before turning to her. He liked seeing her in the front seat of his truck. The sun through the windshield hit her hair so that it was shining and sparkling, and without her apron on he could see the top of her cleavage jiggle a little. "So," he questioned. "What do you think of Christie?"

Amy looked over at Zach, God he was so handsome, "the truth?" he nodded and looked sternly back at the road. "She treats you like shit," Amy said, looking down and picking at her cuticles. "You're a seriously awesome guy, any girl would be lucky to be with you. I know if I were her, I would treat you like a king. I just...I just think that she...she takes advantage of you."

"You would treat me like a king, huh?" he looked at her smiling; his eyes bright and full of teasing.

"You know what I mean, asshole!"

He smiled even bigger. "No, I don't." He reached over and nudged her. "Tell me."

She looked over at him, taking a deep breath. Just tell him, she thought to herself, just tell him. "Well...obviously you are hot. Hot as hell actually." He smiled hugely at her. "But there is more than that." He cocked his eyebrow, waiting for more. "You're super funny, I like it when you act really goofy and just have a good time. But I also think that you are smarter than people give you credit for...maybe even more than you give yourself credit for. Sometimes," oh my God I can't believe I am saying all this, she thought "I watch you, and I just think that your wheels are always turning up there, you know? I just think that you should be with someone that you can be yourself with" He just kept looking at the road, "plus did I mention that you're super-hot?" Laughter shot out of him. "Just saying, if I were her, I would appreciate the real you. That's all."

He pulled smoothly into Amy's driveway, and looked over at her once he put the truck in park. "Would you want to be her?"

Amy smiled. "No, I like being me, even though I'm short and not a model........" she said with a mocking tone.

"I don't mean be her, as in be her." He said.

"I know what you meant." She took off her seatbelt and opened the truck door, hopping out. "But I'm not so...." She shut the door and peered in the window. "Thanks again for the ride, I'll see ya at work." And she walked quickly to her front door.

She unlocked it, stepping inside shutting the heavy wood door behind her, and breathed in deeply, her heart pounding out of her chest. What the hell was that all about? Oh my God, now he knew she had a serious crush on him. It was early, but she needed a glass of wine and a bubble bath, stat. Inside her home, she felt a wave of peace looking at her surroundings. Her condo was an open floor plan, the living room to the left of the door housed two large beige sofa's with orange and teal silk throw pillows, a dark wood bar height table by the bay window that had white and orange lilies in a green glass pitcher, and a dark wood entertainment center that held her stereo, books and television. To the right was a formal dining area she never used, with a long buffet length wood table and two leather love seats, a curio cabinet filled with flea market finds and photo albums scattered about. Dividing the two was a half wall, with a glass front fire place and wine cabinet, and the kitchen and breakfast bar sat behind it. High contrast black and white framed photos she had taken covered all of her walls.

She took off her white Sharkies tank top and dark denim jeans, and tossed them into the wicker hamper in her bedroom. She started a hot bath with lavender bubbles and poured herself a small glass of white wine. Slipping into the hot bubbles she instantly felt better, and more relaxed. No telling how she would feel next time she saw Zach at work, but for now the embarrassing moment was over. She stepped out of the bath, skin hot and steaming still from the water and slathered some scented lotion on her damp skin, then rummaged through her underwear drawer pulling a couple pieces out. She walked into her spacious kitchen and living room area in just a pink lace bra and white cotton boy cut underwear, when she heard a knock at the door. "Who is it?" she called out, a bit startled.

"Zach, can I come in?" the voice on the other side said.

"Hang on," she yelled out and ran into the bathroom and slipped on a white cotton robe, holding it shut as she answered the door. He was leaning with one arm up on the door frame, and with the warm early evening sunlight at his back he looked so much like the popular male models she often compared him too. How did just looking at him send those little sparks straight to her pussy? "What's up..." she trailed off as he pushed his way in looking at her with something she had never seen in his eyes before. Hunger.

Zach took her by the back of the head and his mouth crushed down on hers, she melted against him for second, before she pulled her head away from his and wrangled out of his grip. "What are you doing?"

"I did it. I broke up with her."

"Okay, and so you just bust in here and start kissing me?"

"I want you," he said hoarsely and reached out taking her around the waist," and I know you want me."

It was true, she did want him, and her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and she could feel her panties growing damp. "I..." he brought his mouth down on hers and then pulled back, looking at her with his eyes full of fire. "I'm too old for you, Zach, I...we.." as he gently pulled one side of her robe off her shoulder.

He slid one hand slowly down her throat, grasping it lightly at the nape. "Do you think I won't be able to please you because I'm young?" He asked and lay his hot wet lips on her throat, kissing softly as he eased her other arm out of the robe and let it fall to the floor.

She shook her head no. He was huge, his arms encircling her, and he had to bend quite a bit to kiss her. He slid his hand smoothly down her chest and grasped one of her full breasts. "I want you, I've wanted you for a long time," he sucked her lower lip into his mouth "and from now on, I take what I want" he breathed into her. "I want to be myself, Amy. Can I be myself with you?" She nodded helplessly as he slid his warm tongue into her mouth. He cupped one of his hands on her ass and lifted her easily as she wrapped her petite legs around his wide waist. "Where?" he said through rough kisses.

She told him where her bedroom was, and he carried her in swiftly and laid her on the bed. He removed his work t-shirt and yellow gym shorts, standing in front of her in his just his boxer briefs. She eyed the wide expanse of his chest, the rippled muscles of his belly and arms and the smooth tan skin that covered his body. "Oh wow," she breathed. She tried to sit up to meet him, but he pushed her down, crawling on top of her. He took her wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. She could feel his strength, and she did not fight against him, he lay his mouth on hers and began kissing her in earnest.

He crushed his lips against hers, and snaked his tongue into her mouth, feeling hers slide against his. His erection was strong and straining against his boxers and he could feel her lift her hips up against him, grinding on his cock. He maneuvered her wrists into one of his strong hands, and pushed her hips down with the other. "Not yet baby," and she whimpered beneath him. He unclasped the front of her bra, exposing the ripe flesh of her breasts and her rosy nipples that had hardened into little pebbles. He licked up the underside of her breast and greedily took the nipple and the surrounding flesh into his mouth. He suckled her nipple, and she sucked in her breath roughly and let out a soft moan. He took it between his teeth, flicking the tip of her nipple with his tongue and then resumed suckling her roughly.

"I'm going to let go of your hands," he breathed up at her, "you be a good girl, ok." She nodded her understanding, as she writhed beneath him. He pulled her panties off her round hips. "Spread your legs for me baby," she parted her thighs, revealing soft pink pussy lips. "Good girl," he ran his hands up her thighs, his thumbs at the edge of her pussy. "Oh that is the prettiest pussy, you keep your hands over your head, okay baby?" She nodded yes and he ran one thumb up the length of her slit, revealing the wetness that had been building. He sucked in a harsh breath, circling his thumb on the swollen bud of her clit.

She bucked beneath his touch, and he ran his thumb down her slit again and into her pussy. She groaned loudly, and started to reach for him, and then he grasped her arms again, pinning them down. He held her wrists tight with one hand, while he pumped two fingers in and out of her soaking hole. "Does that feel good baby?" she started to nod, "Look at me when I talk to you...does that feel good baby?" She looked him in the eye, desire and lust playing wild on her face.

"Yes," she nodded. "It feels so good."

"Do you want me to make you come?" he slowly moved his fingers inside of her, driving her mad. "Look at me"

She looked up at him, breathing loudly, "yes"

"You can come when I tell you to, do you understand?" and she nodded yes, rolling her eyes back and moaning. He grasped her upper arms, holding them down, and moved his mouth down her stomach, stopping to flick her belly button ring with his tongue and then moved his head to between her legs. "Be a good girl, Amy" and he dipped his tongue into her dripping opening, lapping up the juices that had been flowing from her. Her hips lifted and rotated, but he held her arms tight as he sucked and licked at her throbbing clit. He ran his tongue the length of her, tasting her sweet musk and teased her cunt with his tongue before plunging into her. He could tell she was on the brink, "not yet baby" she mewled and whimpered as he lapped at sucked at her. He teased and toyed with her pussy, bringing her to the edge of orgasm and pulling away over and over again.

"Okay, you've been so good baby. You can come now," and he sucked her clit and swirled his tongue in circles around it and he could feel the walls of her pussy clenching and pulsing. More juices came trickling out of her hole and he licked and sucked at her sweet pussy opening until she was done.

He crawled over her, and balanced himself with one arm, while the other held her wrists in place. "Look at me Amy." She did as she was told, and she could see the burning in his eyes. He rubbed the tip of his erection at her pussy lips, "do you want this?" She nodded. "What do you want?"

"I want your cock," she growled at him.

"Is this my pussy?"

"Yes" she moaned.

He dipped the tip of his cock through his boxer shorts into her throbbing pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned, trying to lift her hips to meet him. "No no, don't be greedy baby." He pulled back, and slid his boxer shorts down his hips. "You need to look at me when I talk to you." She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Is this mine?" he said, ramming three fingers roughly into her.

"Oh God..." she moaned, but she didn't break her eye contact, "Yes, yes, it's your pussy. Please fuck me"

"Good girl," he said, and ran a hand down her cheek. He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply so that she could taste herself on his mouth. It was intoxicating, and she was practically delirious with lust. "Open for me baby," and she did as he commanded, spreading her legs as wide as she could. He teased her opening again, and she could tell his cock was huge, as even the tip spread her open. "I want you to look at me when I enter you Amy," he pulled his face back from hers and looked into her eyes as he plunged deep inside her.

He was huge, and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and groan, but she continued to look at him and was surprised at his intensity and how it heightened the moment. Even with how wet she was it took a minute for her to acclimate to the size of his cock as he worked himself in and out of her. He continued to hold her arms down, and she was also pleasantly surprised at how much she liked his commands and being held down. He was glorious above her, his perfectly chiseled face over hers and his well-muscled body with a fine sheen of sweat covering it. He pumped in and out of her, each time she would lift her hips up to meet his thrusts, her clit meeting his pubic bone almost drove her over the edge. Again he reminded her not to come without his permission, and it was all she could do to, to not give in to the frenzy her body was feeling.

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