A LUNCHTIME

                                 A LUNCH TIME “SPECIAL”

Working in a large services club does have it’s advantages, one being able to meet and socialise with staff members of the opposite sex.

At one services club I had been working in for several years was a front door receptionist that I found particularly attractive; tall, slim and with the best pair of legs that I had ever seen. Imagine if you will a Michelle Pfeiffer look alike. Aloof, refined and always tastefully dressed. She favoured the wearing of stiletto heels which was a permitted part of the optional dress regulations for receptionist staff. She had several pairs of these stiletto heels, all very elegant and classy, and all of which showed off her beautiful long slender legs to perfection. Certainly got my attention.

In my own quiet and subtle way I let her know that I found her very appealing but as hard as I tried, she never accepted any of my offers to meet up after work or to socialise on our days off. She had her reasons I guess, even though I strongly sensed that she did like me.  I always treated her with the respect that I felt she deserved and never pestered her about her decision about not dating me although there were several male staff members, some single ones and some married ones that were always trying to date her;  some had even become so persistent and aggressive that she had to warn them off.

With so many rostered working staff and with so many variations to our shift work patterns, our lunch breaks rarely coincided on any particular day or evening.

However, when our meal breaks did coincide, she would look for me and then often found me having my meal break in a quiet unoccupied part of the upstairs restaurant and would join me at my table. I frequently sat alone in this part of the club’s restaurant for my meal breaks, in preference to using the very noisy smoke filled staff room.

Whenever she seated herself at my table, she always sat close beside me rather than on the opposite side of the table, quite often so close that our legs would be almost touching (oh, those legs!) She was not deliberately being a tease and I certainly  had no objections to her being seated so close but just the nearness of her lovely warm body always resulted in me having a rock hard erection within seconds.

 She often said she would rather sit with me and have an interesting conversation instead of sitting in the staff room “with a lot of dickheads” and yes, many of them were.

On one of our daytime lunchbreaks together, there were just a few tables over in the main seating area occupied by patrons, but we were seated in a corner a little distance away from them. This time she was seated on my left and again quite close to me. Just as I was in mid sentence answering one of her questions about some trivial subject, she shifted ever so slightly forwards  to rest her right arm on the table and with her right hand began using a silver salad fork to  pick at her favourite crisp salad. Her left arm dropped discretely onto her lap, and without a single word spoken reached across to put her left hand directly on top of my hard cock and started feeling it. “Ummm” was all she said, before skilfully unzipping me and freeing my erection.

Her move was so smooth and calculated it was very impressive and most exciting to say the least.

Her soft warm hand gently wrapped itself around my stiff cock before she began slowly stroking me under the table with only a white table cloth that draped the dining table for privacy, while she continued on daintily picking at her salad and eating it with the fork in such a casual manner that anyone observing us, even from a close distance, would only see two people sitting together having lunch.

It felt unbelievably good as she kept stroking and then gently using the ball of her thumb to massage the swollen tip of my cock.

I was near to the point of exploding when she casually placed her salad fork on the plate and reached over with the free hand to pick up a paper tissue serviette off the table.

“Here” she said softly “you might be needing this” as she handed it to me with a lovely smile. She must have heard a change in my breathing and sensed how close I was to reaching a climax and exploding.

Just in time and with a sense of urgency I quickly placed the serviette over her hand up through which was poking the swollen tip of my erection. I looked down just as I began ejaculating, and saw the serviette jump upwards under the force of my eruption. The serviette caught most of the spurting mess but some of it splashed onto her hand. I moaned softly and nearly fainted with the pleasure of it all, but her only reaction was a soft giggle and a slow thoughtful wipe of her hand on another nearby serviette.

Afterwards, she always greeted me with those lovely smiling hazel eyes, and the lunch time episode was never mentioned, but she still politely refused any invitations for a date. Always good friends up until when she left the club to pursue another career.      

Whenever I watch the movie “The Wedding Crashers” and come (no pun intended) to the scene where Isla Fisher is doing the same thing to Vince Vaughan under the crowded dining table, I not only laugh but I get a throbbing boner from watching it as it brings back a very fond memory. You may even think that I am stealing and  just re-telling the scene from the movie, but this actually happened before those two actors were even born!