Keeping Warm in the Walk-in Ch. 01

So, this is a bit of a longer story, but I think it's totally worth it! I plan on making a part two where Julian and Andreya have sex for the first time, but this first entry is just amazing oral! Don't let that discourage you, though; This story is still a lot of wonton fun!

I hope you enjoy my first ever Literotica story! Thanks for reading!

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I awoke the same way I always did on a Monday; abruptly to a cheery jingle coming from my cell phone. The preset ringtones on iPhones are so cheesy, I thought to myself, as I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes. I stretched my arm across my body and pressed a few buttons on my phone screen until the song stopped.

As my muscles slowly began to wake up, I rolled over a bit so that I could check my digital clock; it was 6:30 AM. The cream-colored room that I slept in was beautifully illuminated by sunlight peaking in from behind my lilac curtains. The skin not covered by my lacey night shirt and black panties was warmed from this kiss of morning light, and I smiled. Today was so beautiful, but sadly, I had to go into work instead of fully enjoying it.

"Time for another enlightening day at Kelly's Diner..." a yawn escaped through my lips as I came to a sitting position. I stretched my arms up over my head and arched my back, relieving my body of all the remaining sleep and getting my blood flowing again.

Kelly's Diner is a little brunch spot about a half of a mile away from my condo. Every morning would consist of getting up around 6:30, showering, putting on my little grey work dress and black non-slip shoes, and walking the fifteen-minute path to work. I often found myself pushing the snooze alarm at least twice - barely allowing enough time to eat breakfast - so that I would get as much sleep as possible. Waking up early five days a week wasn't my strong suit, and I was frequently late. My boss Julian is a good friend of mine though, and often lets me wander in any time I want without consequence. I typically feel bad for taking advantage of his generosity, but most of the time I just appreciate that I can simply apologize and get to work.

As I lowered my arms back down to my sides, I let my fingers brush through my dark brown hair and slide down my large breasts. My nipples perked up at the light brush, and I let out a small sigh. The touch made me remember how lonely I had been; I hadn't relieved myself at all for about a week and a half, and it was clearly showing. Work kept me so busy; I barely had time to shower and sleep let alone take care of myself in that way. My body scolded me now for my neglect, and I had a hard time keeping my hands from making amends.

I smiled to myself and thought about how much I liked to tease my coworkers and customers with my feminine figure. I am a confident 130-pound woman; each inch of weight I ever gained seemed to find its way into my proudest features. My mother and father blessed me with light brown skin, large breasts and wide hips. Teasing the sexy business men was my favorite pass time; pushing my breasts together as I took their order or bending over to pick up the pen I purposely dropped were my signature moves. Their lustful stares and greedy eyes made me want to run home and touch myself the second my shift ended, and today would be no different.

I envisioned my petite waist wrapped in a purple night shirt, and my shapely ass in my tiny black panties. I wished I had a special friend who would be available to help me at night... all night... but this was currently impossible, seeing as I worked too often and needed time to myself when I wasn't. It had been a little over a year sense I last had a man in my bed. I craved the taste of cum every day thanks to this famine, but I relied on myself to take care of the urges in my spare time.

My pussy lips grew moist and my lip quivered a bit as I thought about how good it would feel to have my clit between a man's fingers again... to have my mocha thighs quake as I slowly approached a long-awaited climax...

I sighed and looked at the clock again, knowing that I would be late for work if I delayed any more this morning; Would a quick release be worth being late again? I decided that I should take a cold shower and push through, promising myself that tonight I would make time for at least one orgasm. A warm rush of arousal combined with irritation flowed through my body as I dragged myself out of bed and sulked towards the bathroom.

One cold rinse and some clothes later, I was ready to leave. Taking a second to check the mirror before I left, I realized that my nipples were noticeably erect through the simple cotton work dress. I smiled devilishly at myself and thought about how sexy it would be to pretend that I didn't notice them, and see if I could get more tips from the lonely older men who frequented the diner in the mornings. They were used to my cleavage at this point, so showing a little bit more would really bring back the stammering and forgetting-what-they-wanted. I laughed to myself and let the tips of my fingers graze the stimulated buds to accentuate their presence.

The touch made my body shake a bit, and I groaned in frustration. Better not make the work day too hard for myself, I thought as I snapped my hands back down to my sides.

I grabbed my purse and my keys from the coat rack and walked out the front door.

Outside was even more gorgeous than the glimpse from my bedroom let on. I took a moment to drink in the sunlight and fresh morning air before moving again. My dress bounced slightly as I walked down my walkway and out onto the main sidewalk. The sun was so warm and comfortable on my exposed skin, and a refreshing breeze kept my breasts noticeable and at attention.

After taking a bit too much time to enjoy the sunshine, I passed through the front door at work about 7 minutes late. Shit, I thought, I'm sure Julian won't mind too much.

A bell attached above the door announced my presence, though not a single person was inside to notice.

"Where is everyone?" I mumbled to myself as I hung my purse on a hook right inside the opening to the front service counter. The lights were on, but the chairs for our tables were still propped up from last night's close. The open sign wasn't even plugged in and glowing in the front window, but we should've been open for business by now.

Is Julian here? Did he forget that he had to open today? No, He never forgets about work. I decided to seek him out in the back kitchen, where he normally sat at his small desk and did paperwork after I arrived.

My high ponytail tied with a pink ribbon bounced on my upper back as I pushed open the kitchen door. Just as I thought, Julian was leaned up against the back wall facing in my direction with a clipboard in hand. He was a tan, 6'4" man with a lean figure and strawberry blonde hair that fell in waves just below his chin. His hair cut accentuated his strong jaw and dark brown eyes, and he often work a grey work polo shirt with jeans when I saw him.

It didn't seem like he had noticed me yet, as he kept his eyes on the task in front of him. I took the opportunity to look him over, and let my eyes linger on his toned shoulders and flat stomach. Wondering if he had abs, I let myself think about his body for a short time before glancing down hungrily at the sizable bulge in his pants...

I shook my head at where my mind was wandering; Julian was my friend! I had never thought about him in that way, not to mention that I'd never want to get involved with a coworker. I must be hornier than I thought, maybe it was a bad idea to skip out on masturbating this morning, I thought to myself.

"You just going to stand there like that, Dreya?" Julian said as he looked up from the clipboard in his hands and smiled a bit. My face turned red as I realized that I had been standing in the doorway for an uncomfortable amount of time, thinking dirty thoughts about my boss. I quickly composed myself and smiled back at him.

"Uh, sorry! I must still be half asleep! I need some coffee, I guess!" An awkward laugh broke free from my tight chest, accentuating my embarrassment. He laughed a little at me, and lowered his clipboard onto the desk at his side.

"Where is everyone? Shouldn't we have been open by now?" I asked, watching his strong legs as they walked towards the coffee pot we kept on one of the shelves next to his office desk. He poured some into a paper cup, and turned around to face me. For some reason, his eyes shot into me intensely and made my face burn with embarrassment and anxiety. My mind jumped to the conclusion that maybe Julian knew what I was fantasizing about. His stare was almost invasive and made me feel like he could read my mind if he really wanted to.

Stop it, I thought to myself and looked down at the ground, there is no possible way for him to read your mind!

I began to step forward, only to notice that he had walked up to me and had the cup of coffee held out in offering. With a sigh of acknowledgement and appreciation I happily and sipped some, looking up at him and smiling. He was about a foot taller than me, and It almost hurt my neck to look at his face. Our eyes met for a second before he turned around and walked back to his desk. He sat in his favorite chair and offered me the seat across from him with a gesture of his hand.

"I decided to close up shop today for personal reasons, but wanted to meet up with you to talk about your future here at the Diner. Come and sit with me, please." He shot a small smile in my direction, but something about what he said made my stomach sink. Did I do something wrong? Nothing immediately came to mind, besides my occasional tardy attendance. He wouldn't fire me for something like that, would he?

Calm down, I thought. No one said fire.

I took a seat in the chair he offered me and crossed my legs, wishing now that I had worn spanks under my dress to hide my panties. I am not typically sitting at work, so I have never really thought too much about how easy it was to see my panties when I sat down. I typically wore shorter dresses and skirts to show off my long legs and get more tips, but now did not seem like the appropriate time for sex appeal. As I placed my coffee on the desk and fumbled awkwardly with my dress, I thought I saw Julian shoot a glance down at my breasts out of the corner of my eye.

Real fear set in when I remembered how erect and visible my nipples had been this morning, and I silently prayed that they had calmed down a little after getting to work. I blushed slightly out of embarrassment, due to my disheveled appearance in front of my boss.

"Andreya," It was weird for Julian to use my full name, as he often just called my Dreya "I wanted to talk to you about your habit of coming in late to work". I slumped in my chair a little when he said this, aware that obviously this was about being late; Of course, that was what Julian wanted to talk about. What else was there? Besides teasing the customers... but that would be impossible to prove.

"I'm sorry, Julian." I began with a sigh "It's just so easy to lose track of time when I walk to work every morning, you know? I'm sorry I've been late so many times, and I'll make it up to you anyway I can." I looked up at him and shrugged, upset but sympathetic to Julian's responsibilities.

"Can I maybe offer to drive you in the morning?" His abrupt offer shook me a little, but I smiled at how considerate it was. "I drive up your street on my way to work, and you should really arrive when I do anyway. I could use the extra help opening, and I'm sure you could use the extra cash. That way, you won't be late anymore, and I won't have to, uh," he paused "reprimand you".

The short pause before he said, 'reprimand you' sent shivers through my body. How could Julian turn me on so much? Especially when he wasn't even really trying!? I squeezed my thighs together hard, trying to smother the heat returning from my erotic morning. Julian laughed a guttural laugh and looked down at his knees with a huge grin on his face; did he know that I was struggling like this? There's no way, right?

"I'd love that! Thank you so much, Julian!" I blurted out and smiled a friendly but awkward smile at him.

He looked up into my eyes with a strange intensity again, making me freeze and stare back. He only wore the remnants of a smirk on his face now, and it felt almost antagonizing. We stared at each other for a minute, barely blinking, and in total silence. My face beamed red as my heart began to beat heavily in my chest, but I couldn't look away. Obviously deep in thought, Julian tilted his head slightly, like he was trying to read something behind my eyes. I stuttered, but managed to let out a word.

"J-Juli-" Before I could fully say his name, he slowly slid his hand onto my exposed knee without breaking my gaze and my words escaped me. Rough and strong fingers now rested on my bare skin, and it melted me from the inside out. My thighs burned with heat and my clit throbbed at his soft touch. All he did was stare into my eyes, and I swear that I couldn't breathe. I was at a complete loss now, just forced to stare back into him; to let him stare back into me.

"I'm not sure that this dress is regulation length, Dreya." He said, breaking his mental hold on me by glancing down at his hand and allowing me to breathe once more. His eyes glanced at my thighs now, but I swear for a moment he saw right through to my mind and read my ever-growing dirty thoughts. The hand on my skin moved and a slight grin appeared on his face. "Would you mind standing up for me?"

As if controlled by his voice, I stood up and smoothed out my dress, letting it fall over my curves and down to about three inches above my knee. Fuck, I can't believe he suddenly cares about my dress code! My work dresses are always too short! I could feel that my nipples were still erect under the movement of the cotton. Embarrassed, annoyed and confused, I stood there as he inspected me. I noticed his eyes stare at my breasts and hips a bit more than seemed necessary, and my body shook a bit from continuing arousal.

"Yep, I think this is way too short." He said finally after a minute of inspection. He rose to his feet and towered over my tiny frame, forcing me to look up at him again. He stepped closer without looking away, and I felt my knees tremble at this feeling of submissiveness. "What should we do about that, Dreya?"

I had to look away from him now; His intense stare was starting to make the dampness in my panties become more and more distracting. I had to clear my head or I wasn't sure what I'd do. This must all be in my head, I assured myself. He can't be coming on to me, especially not right here at work.

"I could wear an apron, I suppose?" Trying to answer the question quickly, I give myself a reason to move away and try to collect myself. I turned around and looked for one of the back-of-house aprons that the chefs used but was interrupted when I felt Julian's hands fall on my hips and hold me in place. I couldn't help but let out a soft mewl at his touch, and heard his breathing react hungrily to it.

The same strong fingers that touched me softly before now pulled me back into his chest with a hard tug. His right arm wrapped around my stomach to prevent my escape, and his left hand kneaded my ass roughly. He inhaled with excitement, and I squeaked from the shock of being touched. As he explored my ass with his thick hand, my body couldn't help but shudder at the much-needed attention.

"Good thing we aren't open today. Wouldn't want my customers getting a hard-on from your beautiful curves being flaunted around so carelessly. I might have to punish you for your tardiness today, too." He breathed hard into my ear, "Can't let you get away with everything".

The hand he had on my ass moved up to my left breast, paying special attention to my sensitive nipple. I trembled and bit my lip at the initial pleasure but tried to wiggle away after I came to my senses; this was happening so fast!

"J-Julian! What are you doing?!" I tried hard to pull away but his strong grip kept me pushed up close against him. My struggling made him grab both of my wrists and, with one swift movement, had them pinned behind my back with one huge hand. This position made my breasts protrude more than normal, and I felt Julian's bulge stir near my ass as I continued to struggle.

"I'm punishing you for coming in late and dressing promiscuously in my workplace." He chuckled and pulled the neck of my dress down, releasing my breasts from their cotton prison. I gasped and tried to object, but Julian covered my mouth.

"You're not wearing a bra either?" He whispered into my ear, making my body shudder again. "You're just asking for me to do this to you; coming in here with a tiny dress and no bra. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" He nibbled my ear lobe and I felt my eyes cross slightly from sensory overload.

He removed his hand from my mouth and went back to massaging my breasts. I let out a shrill sound as he licked up my neck and squeezed my right nipple hard. His fingers danced around my nipple now, massaging out the pain and sending sparks down to my toes. I ached for his fingers to wander elsewhere and whimpered as he nibbled below my chin. Somehow his simple touches were driving me wild, and my nipples stood erect as if to keep his attention.

"Dreya, with nipples this prominent, there's no way I wouldn't have noticed. You would've let the whole diner see how horny you were, right?" He let his tongue lightly pass over my ear, and I moaned with hunger. My willpower was breaking, and my own body was helping break it down. I wanted him to touch me more, and I really wanted to touch him. Pure desire led me to push my hips against his growing bulge. Am I really reacting this way to my fucking boss?

"This is so wrong..." I breathed out as he finally brushed past my boiling sex. My hips bucked, and I arched my back a bit in anticipation. My holdups were finally on the back burner as used the hands pinned behind my back to try and work at Julian's belt. I couldn't stop myself now; I needed to feel him.

"Doesn't seem like you mind too much, Drey!" Suddenly, he pushed me forward and bent me down onto one of the cold steel prep tables. I gasped and tried to struggle, but his strong hand held my wrists and torso down as his other undid his belt. In seconds, he had his belt off and was using it to tie my hands in place behind my back. My breasts ached from the cold steel, yet my body throbbed with intense warmth.

"Oh Go-" Before I could finish my exclamation, I felt Julian's strong hand over my mouth again as the belt tightened around my wrists. He chuckled to himself, and I could hear the jingling of his keys as his pants finally hit the floor. All I could do was let out a muffled cry and struggle against the bonds that held me in place, helpless and clouded with arousal.

Suddenly and without warning, I felt his firm head prodding at my pussy through my underwear.

I let out a shrill, muffled shriek powered by both pleasure and surprise, and shook slightly with adrenaline and desire. His cock felt thick and hot against the cotton, and before I knew it, my body began rocking hungrily. I knew how wrong this was; I was about to have sex with my boss on one of the prep tables I used every day at work. What if someone came in? What if there were security cameras fixed on us right now? Simple; I would get my ass fired, or maybe worse. Somehow at this moment, these concerns didn't make me nervous or afraid; they made me even hotter.

"Dreya, you don't know how long I've wanted to do this to you..." He swiped his thick head along my slit slowly with every other word, and it killed me. My clit throbbed and I swear it would've brought me over the edge if he had done it any faster. I was just on the brink, and he was making me wallow in my animalistic needs.