This happened 8 years ago when I worked temporarily at the Mac, I could stand almost anywhere, but sometimes I would still stand at the cash register. Checkout waiting is not a big deal, taking a lot of orders, preparing drinks and ice cream and sometimes chatting with the guests. It has advantages and disadvantages, an advantage of it is that you can see the hottest ladies coming in that way, even partly chat with them when they make an order and a disadvantage is that you are constantly stared at by people waiting for their orders.


As usual, I stand checkout and in comes a lady in her early 40s, blonde hair to shoulder-length, tight jeans with quite a few hips, white sweater with some indentation on her C cup and a leather jacket on top, from her face and attitude I could easily tell she was having a nasty day. With attitude, she asked if she could order now to which I replied that if it was for rice then not.

Her angry face was beginning to form into a smile.

She had not expected that response, and her angry face was already beginning to form into a smile. She asked if there were any other wiseguys on duty today, to which I replied that there were plenty on duty, but that today, she would have to make do with me with a wink. This time she burst out laughing. She placed her order and before checking out, I asked if she wanted to take it with her or if she wanted to eat it here. With a grin, she said she wanted to take it with her, but not if the rice man himself brought it to the table. Of course, I can resist the challenge, so I went into it and said I would come and bring it all the way to her with a smile…minus the rice. Again, she burst out laughing and sat down.

After a few minutes her order was ready and as promised her plate was brought by the rice man. Once she arrived, I noticed that not only was her jacket now off, but she had also unbuttoned her sweater. The plate was set down by me and a quick compliment followed to her shirt, which I think words now looked nicer without the jacket. Then I wished her a tasty meal, to which she teasingly asked if I didn’t want a bite too. With a smile I turned it down, looked straight at her inseam and said that although it looked way too tasty and that I ate enough Mac a week.

She understood that and said that if she worked there too she would eat some of it every day. I asked quickly f she couldn’t make something better at home. And she quickly told me what she could make, lasagna, spaghetti, rice with curry, all delicious food. It sounded good and told her it made me hungry. She offered to bring some for me sometime, but I declined and said that it would unfortunately be cold by then. “Then you can also eat it at my place” she said.

The lady was sexy and hot.

Those words stuck in my mind. Teasingly I replied “Don’t say that too fast I eat everything on my plate” . She turned a little red and with those words I walked back to the cash register. On that day I was lucky with a chill manager and that it was quiet in the Mac otherwise I would have yelled back a long time ago.

Once back at the checkout, my co-workers noticed that I had been away from that lady for several minutes. How they were just teasing me about it, the manager came and told me I could take a break. I walked to the crew room and went there to eat quietly, my break was suddenly disturbed by one of the girls who said that the lady upstairs had a question about her order she was placing with me. Slightly annoyed, I walked back upstairs and saw that it was that delicious lady. Before I asked what her question was, I noticed she had another button open. She pointed to her receipt at the very bottom, where she had written her number in pen.

She further asked if she should throw away the receipt herself or if I should. You can guess what my answer was and with her ass shaking she walked right out of the store. I walked back to the crew room and with a jolt walked into the room and saw Yvon eating my menu! I grabbed her by her arm, pulled her out of view of the camera, and punished her with some hefty taps on her white ass.

With a hand on her throat I asked her if that was okay to which she replied with “sorry boss” (she knows she should address me as sir or master, but she also knows how delicious that word sounds to my ears. “Upstairs and work you” I kissed her, and she tongued me back and left the room. She should know better, but I’ll deal with that one on the weekend when we are together. I sat in front of my half-eaten meal and decided to send a picture to the number I had received earlier with “If only I had a meal from you now anyway.” I received nothing back, watched some YouTube videos and went back to work.

In the evening I finally finished and when I got home I lay on my bed tired, my phone not touched since the afternoon. I decided to take a quick look before I went for a shower. To my surprise, she had left some messages.

“Hey rice man!

“How’s work?”

“Maybe I’ll make some like that as a sample” (was a response to the picture I sent earlier”

“Snack? She sent a picture with some rice and sauce on a plate and another picture how she took a bite with again that nice shirt with open buttons.

After that last picture, I sent a response

“Would love a bite of that and that rice looks just as delicious too”

“I’m going to take a nice shower, talk to you later”

Within seconds, I got a message back with “Are you going to shower now?” bless emoji

In response, I sent a picture of myself with a wet head under the faucet and how you could just barely see my shoulders and part of my chest.

Now I got a message with another blush emoji and photo attached.

The picture she sent was her hair in that same shirt, but now you could see hard hefty nipples and her head gave a naughty smile. So she had secretly taken off her bra for that picture, what a sneaky naughty slut she is I asked if she didn’t also need a shower.

In my mind I thought what a nice head she had, something about older adult ladies is so nice, they can talk wonderfully, know what they want, but look so good to eat.

‘Haha, stop that and sent back a picture of her biting her finger”.

I immediately thought about how nice her lips were and how perfect she must look, sitting in front of me with my thick hard glans so ready against her face to be pressed between those soft lips.

Teasingly I asked if she was always biting like that to which she flirtatiously replied with “not always.”

I put my phone away and continued showering

After the shower I saw some messages from her but now she had also sent a video along….

You understand I had to masturbate for a moment, we have since had another date.