SideTracked Mind

Tom Hunter checked himself once more in the mirror and readjusted his tie for the sixth time. He smiled; a genuine smile, full of relief. It was only a few months ago that his company had been on it's knees and about to go under. Now, after working his fingers to the bone and hanging in there by the skin of his teeth through the financial crisis, the deal he was about to close with Atlas Industries would save his small company. Just a few details needed to be sorted out and he'd hold the signed contract in his hands by the end of the week.

He pulled the door open and stepped out of the men's room into the narrow hallway that led from the restaurant to the restrooms and the kitchen. Tom had been surprised when Mr. Kane had suggested the Shooting Star Steakhouse on the outskirts of town for their meeting. But Mr. Kane was the guy who'd sign the contract; he would have agreed to meet him in Iceland if that's where he wanted to meet to get the deal done.

Tom saw the wisdom of the choice, though. The food was excellent, the place was quiet and comfortable, and wasn't usually frequented by the business crowd, so his meeting with Mr. Kane and Miss Miles, his assistant, wouldn't be the subject of his peers' gossip.

He walked along the corridor casually and allowed his thoughts to wander. Miss Miles. Her stunning body and elegant dress, her quick wit and sexy smile had fascinated him. He fantasized what it would be like to take her in his arms and kiss her and undress her and . . . but that would be unprofessional.

Keep your hands off your customers, his mentor had warned him time and again. There were three billion women in the world, he had told him, don't mess with your customers. Tom smiled as he remembered the one time he had pointed out that not all of these three billion women were available, while his customers often were, and the close contact during negotiations sometimes created chemistry. The result had been a 20-minute lecture on professionalism that had left his ears ringing.

Tom had followed his mentor's advice. Reluctantly at first, but over the years he had come to agree that he had been right. He had seen many consultants whose affairs with customers had cost them dearly in terms of lost contracts and canceled accounts. Tom was determined to keep his distance from Miss Miles.

"Watch out!" A high-pitched female voice interrupted his reverie. Just as he was about to round the corner and walk back into the restaurant, a waitress came from the opposite direction. Fortunately she wasn't carrying anything, or their collision would have caused a major mess.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, highly embarrassed. "I was daydreaming. You're not hurt, are you?" Tom sized her up quickly while she took half a step back. It was the same waitress he had been making eye contact with just minutes earlier at his table; holding her gaze when ordering ever so slightly longer than was needed to express his appreciation of how beautiful she was. And he thought he had seen a slight hint of reciprocity...

Her outfit was standard for waitresses in this kind of restaurant -- except for her tight miniskirt, which ended about four inches below the voluptuous curve of her ass.

"I'm okay, no problem," she said softly and smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Tom relaxed. No damage done. "I'm sorry," he said again and returned her smile. He was about to step around her when all of a sudden he felt her hand between his legs. A slight brush of her palm, which kept its position. His eyes went wide and his smile faded instantly, but he was too shocked to move. Her hand rubbed up and down his dick, gave it a final squeeze and retreated. Then the waitress walked past him with a little “come on” finger wave and disappeared around the corner in the direction of the kitchen.

Tom was horrified. He took a deep breath and willed his dick to relax, but it kept growing. He stared in disbelief at the bulge it was making in his pants and frantically considered his options. Walking through the restaurant like this was out of the question. And what about Miss Miles? If she thought he was hot for her . . . And what would Mr. Kane think? Sprouting an erection during a business meeting! No doubt he'd question his professionalism.

The consequences were too horrible to contemplate. The contract he had worked so hard for . . . His company, whose very existence depended on it . . . Bankruptcy . . . All because a waitress was playing a stupid-although-extremely-sexy game with him!

Tom turned on his heels and walked back to the men's room. He'd jerk off and return to their table looking . . . professional. Too bad he had to keep them waiting, but apologizing for the delay would be a lot easier than explaining an obvious bulge in his pants. Tom's huge cock made it impossible to hide.

He pushed the door to the men's room open and froze in mid-stride. His jaw dropped and his emotions went from shock to anger to naked animal lust in less than a second.

"What took you so long?" the waitress asked as the door fell shut behind him. She was leaning against the opposite wall right next to the paper towel dispenser, her blouse unbuttoned down to her bellybutton, one foot against the wall and her leg turned outward, her miniskirt stretched tightly around her slender legs.

Her exposed tits attracted his gaze like a magnet. He watched with rapt attention as she squeezed them lightly with her hands and pinched her nipples, making them stand up proudly. His dick throbbed painfully in his pants, reminding him why he had come back to restroom in the first place.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded. His anger at her for jeopardizing his contract with Mr. Kane, his very future, was gaining the upper hand over his lust, at least temporarily.

She glanced at the bulge in his pants and gave him a bright smile, whose apparent innocence was in odd contrast to her posture. "You were going to jerk off, weren't you?"

Tom blushed but was too flabbergasted to reply. She took his silence to mean Yes and pulled her skirt up slowly, revealing the creamy skin of her thighs above the top of her stockings.

Tom gasped and stared at her crotch as the hem of her skirt slid farther up until her naked pussy was completely exposed. No more than five feet in front of him, her shaved pussy lips were red and swollen and slightly parted. He watched in disbelief as she bunched her skirt around her hips and slid one hand towards her pussy.

"Do you like what you see sir?" The waitress smiled her sexy smile again, a trace of mockery creeping into her voice now. She looked him straight in the eyes while she toyed with the tiny triangle of pubic hair that seemed to point the way to the promised land.

Tom was dumbstruck. All he could do was stare at her hand as her fingernails edged closer to her labia and her middle finger finally disappeared between them. Did she really expect him to fuck her right here? "What if somebody comes in?" He almost choked on his question.

The waitress just shrugged her shoulders and pushed her middle finger into her pussy past the second knuckle. "They'll have to stand in line. Besides, I just quit. Now fuck me before that cock rips a hole in your pants."

That would be fun to explain to Mr. Kane and his assistant, Tom thought and laughed despite his anger at finding himself in this situation at such a crucial time. Tom had never been able to to tame his lust, even in moments of truth. His daze broken, he quickly unzipped his pants and freed his aching dick.

The waitress wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as he stepped forward. She pulled herself up until her pussy was level with his dick and looked him in the eyes. "Fuck me right here, right now" she purred. "Do it!

Tom would have preferred to drag her into one of the stalls, but his need to get off was so urgent by now that he really didn't care where they did it, or who walked in, even Mr. Kane himself. He maneuvered his dick until the head found the entrance to her well-lubricated vagina, then drove it all in with one hard thrust of his hips.

"Yes!" the waitress hissed. "Fuck me!" Squeezed between Tom's body and the wall, she wrapped her legs around his waist and took his dick as deep as she could.

As soon as her tight pussy enveloped the entire length of his cock and squeezed it like a velvet glove, Tom lost his self-control rapidly. He jerked his hips back and forth furiously, thrusting into her with hard and fast strokes that made her moan each time their hips collided. He wanted to come as soon as possible; his clients were waiting, and there was still a glimmer of rationality beneath the wanton carnality of his libido.

He didn't have the self-control to warn her before he came, but she was ready in any case. When his dick expanded slightly in her tight pussy and released the first spurt of cum into her, she exploded in an orgasm of her own. She buried her face in his shoulder to stifle her screams of pleasure and jerked her hips repeatedly while her pussy muscles squeezed the last drop of cum out of his cock. She was obviously intent on leaving this job with a bang to remember!

Tom held her against the wall and withdrew his dick out of her pussy as soon as his orgasm subsided and his breathing returned to normal, kissing the waitress deeply as he did. He yanked a paper towel out of the dispenser and wiped the juices off himself while the waitress was still leaning against the wall, enjoying the last waves of pleasure that radiated out from her hot pussy and raced through her body. He stuffed his deflating cock back into his pants and zipped up, smiling for the first time since his fateful collision with her. On the way out he stopped briefly in front of the mirror and adjusted his tie.

He glanced at the waitress and she gave him a thankful wink. “Cheers for the memories” she sighed as she readjusted her own clothing.

By the time he reached his table, his optimism had returned. "My apologies for taking so long," he excused himself as he sat down. "I had a little problem back there."

Miss Miles raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"Well, in case you're curious," Tom smiled sheepishly, "my shirttail got stuck in my zipper and I had one heck of a hard time freeing it."

Mr. Kane smiled briefly, but didn't seem very interested in his explanation. "Whatever. You solved the problem, that's all that counts." He shuffled his papers around and glanced at his notepad briefly. "We're about done anyway. I have only one minor point to discuss and then we're ready to sign your contract the day after tomorrow."

Tom was overjoyed and leaned back in his chair. Under the table, his leg accidentally brushed Miss Miles. She didn't move, and in fact, she pushed back against his touch. Tom sighed to himself, still basking in the glow from his bathroom encounter, and began the countdown to breaking his vow to never get involved with the customers.