The back booth

Morning light sat on the empty counter. I was in the back booth with the apron off and my socks in my hand, bare from the ankles down, t-shirt and shorts. Nick had slept upstairs and come down when I called. I am twenty-three. He is twenty-seven. My boyfriend. The closed sign was still in the door. I wanted the booth, my feet in his lap, and praise that did not turn silly.

He slid in beside me. I put the socks on the table like evidence and set both feet in his lap. Rub, I said. And talk to me. He rubbed the soles with his thumbs and said I was lovely, that my arches made him crazy, that he liked me in the morning when I am blunt. Good, I said. More of that. He kissed the top of one foot. You are good, Tessa. I like taking care of this part of you. I went warm all over. My nipples showed through the shirt. He noticed and waited.

You can touch them, I said. He slipped a hand up and cupped my breast while the other kept working my foot. I kissed him, slow, morning mouth. Then I said what I had planned. I want to suck your cock for a minute. Then I want you to fuck my cunt in this booth and not stop telling me I am good. He said yes like a man grateful to be asked.

I went to my knees on the booth seat, which is awkward and worth it, and took his cock in my mouth. One of my feet stayed in his hand because I asked him to keep it. He praised me in a rough voice. So good. Your mouth. Your pretty feet. My cunt got wet from the words as much as from sucking his cock. I pulled off before he came. I said, fuck my cunt. Now.

He laid me back on the bench and put his cock in my cunt and fucked me. I held one knee up so my foot was by his ribs. Kiss it, I said. He kissed the ankle and fucked me steady. I came with him telling me I was good. He asked. In my cunt, yes. He came deep, then laughed into my neck. We put the socks on together.