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Hooters Style Sex


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by Spurtz

When I was in my early 50’s I moved to an area that had a Hooters restaurant almost within walking distance of my house. I had been to a Hooters before but because it’s a sports bar, it was a bit too loud and noisy for my taste. Sure, the girls were nice to look at but since it’s “look but don’t touch” I lost interest very quickly. And because the majority of the girls are in their 20’s, they probably weren’t interested in some guy 30 years their senior hitting on them.

But I started going to the place near my house mainly because it was very convenient with no other casual restaurants that close. I don’t know if this is typical, but this particular Hooters had a very high percentage of really attractive girls. I quickly zeroed in on one specific girl who not only had the great body one would expect, but was almost too beautiful to be working as a waitress. She was 24 and a full time student at a local college so she only worked evenings and not too many of those. Usually just two or three nights a weeks.

We struck up very nice relationship. Even to the extent that Marisa would text me her weekly schedule so I knew when she was working. I always asked for one of her booths. I usually went early and if the place wasn’t too busy she would sit in the booth and talk to me while my order was being prepared. She was not only beautiful but very intelligent with a great personality. I started working on ideas of how I could get in her pants despite the age difference. One thing that helped was I look ten years younger than I am. So that kind of got me into the age range where somebody her age might possibly consider me as more than a buddy.

I learned that she was quite interested in modern art. I happen to have a fairly large collection of contemporary art. To the extent that my house has no more open wall space for anything new. We talked about it and I showed her some photos and she expressed an interest in seeing my art. The fact that she brought up the idea of coming to my house seemed to be a very positive move. We arranged for her to come by my place about an hour before she was due at work. Not enough time for what I had in mind but it was still a promising start. Getting her on my home ground was a necessary first step

She was very impressed with my art collection and said that the majority of the pieces were the exact type of art that she enjoyed. By the time she came to my place, I had known her for a couple of months and we had developed a very easy and open relationship. I had kidded around with her with some light sexual innuendo and she had kidded back so I felt the door was open.

I asked her if she was open to making a couple of hundred bucks for about 30 minutes of her time. She replied, jokingly, “Who do I have to kill?”

“Nothing that serious,” I replied. “I just want you to watch me jack off.” I had come up with that idea thinking that a sex act that didn’t actively involve her would be the least threatening thing I could do that would hopefully lead to further involvement. As I had hoped, she really didn’t react negatively. She actually laughed a bit and made a joke about it. Then she really surprised the hell out of me. She said, “You don’t have to pay me. I would love to watch you jack off.”

We didn’t have time to do it right then but she said she was working again in two nights and she could come to my place a couple of hours early for the big show. I wasn’t really sure if she was serious or just leading me on. Frankly, it seemed way too good to be true. But I told her ok.

So on the designated evening I took a Viagra an hour before she was supposed to show. I really did not have any problem getting hard but the little blue pill insured super hardness and also staying power in case I needed to do more than just jack off. I really had no real hopes of anything more but you never know. I was also dressed only in a T-shirt and socks so I didn’t need to waste time getting undressed. Plus I thought opening the door with my dick sticking out of the bottom of my T-shirt might get a laugh out of her. She usually found just about everything funny so I thought a half hard naked cock might be amusing.

Hooter's Style Sex, the author's actual penis

Despite my fears of a no show, she did show up right on time. When I opened the door she looked down at my half-hard cock and as I expected, she broke into laughter and said, “Looks like somebody is ready for action.” At that I felt my cock start to grow. I led her into the bedroom and the thought of what was about to happen brought my cock to full hardness. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. The jeans told me access to her pussy probably wasn’t part of the plan. We got onto the bed and I sat up with my back to the headboard and started jacking my cock. She sat down next to me but out of the line of fire. I kept the T-shirt on so I would have a place to shoot my cum onto.

As I pumped my dick, she gave me a bit of running commentary. Stuff like “Jack that big dick. Let me see the cum fly” and so forth. I am quite well-endowed and I know that most women I’ve been with like looking at my dick. And also playing with it. So I asked her if she would like to jack me and she said “Definitely.” So I let her take over. She grabbed my nuts with one hand and gripped my steel hard prick with the other and pumped away.

It didn’t last nearly as long as I wanted but she was doing such a great job that I couldn’t hold off any longer. I told her I was cumming and to just point my cock at my T-shirt covered tummy and chest. She gripped me tighter and sped up the action and I unloaded a huge amount of jism all over myself. Some women drop a cock like a hot potato when the cum starts shooting but Marisa never missed a beat. She just kept jacking me as spurt after spurt streamed out of my dick. Even when it seemed I was done, she kept milking me and drop after drop of semen continued to seep out. Finally I had to ask her to stop because the sensation was way too intense.

“Nice orgasm,” she said. “With lots of cum. But now what are you going to do for me?”

“Get those jeans off and find out,” I replied as I peeled off my cum soaked T-shirt. Which she did very quickly. And I immediately got down between her legs and started lapping, licking and sucking her pussy lips and clit. She was already super wet so I guess watching me cum had really turned her on. On top of everything else she had going for her, her pussy smelled fantastic. I got totally lost in the aroma and really went to town, both finger fucking her and sucking on her clit. I felt her body tense up and she started writhing around as her orgasm hit home. I kept at it and I think she continued to orgasm until finally she went totally limp and was breathing hard. We lay together for several minutes and then she asked if I was ready to go again. I had never lost my hardon. She pulled off her T-shirt and let her bra go as well. Now were both totally naked and I climbed on top of her and slid my stiff dick into a sopping wet pussy and started fucking her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and started fucking me back.

I ended up fucking her in every different position I could think of. Both me on top and then her on top and every variation from there. Because I had already cum once, it took a lot longer for the second one which was just wonderful because fucking her was so damn good, I never wanted it to stop. I asked her if it was ok to cum in her and she said it was and when my orgasm hit, I literally screamed out with the thrill of cumming while looking into her beautiful face.

After it was over we shared the shower where some more after-play took place. She had a really beautiful pair of natural firm tits that I sucked on while she stroked my dick. Then we traded kisses back and forth. She was a great kisser. Sadly we were running out of time because she had to get to work.

This was the beginning of a fabulous fuck buddy relationship. We got together at least twice a week just for marathons of sex. This lasted for a few months until she tied up with a true boyfriend. I was sorry to see her go but knew that our relationship had no real future.

Author’s note: While this story is a fantasy, it’s based on a real Hooter’s waitress who I would give just about anything to have sex with. I’ve jacked off to this fantasy many times. I have several photos of her and get hard just looking at them. She does sit with me when I go there but there is no chance anything sexual will ever take place between us. She’s already in a relationship. With her looks and personality I can’t imagine she wouldn’t be.

1 thought on “Hooters Style Sex

  1. Comment from the author. That pic of the guy and four Hooters gals is not me. But the girl second from the right looks a bit like Marisa.

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