Saving Me

There's a Storm Brewing

Stormy's POV:
After one of the best weekends of my life, it was time to get back to real life, which meant I had to get back to work. But bills had to be paid, diapers had to be brought, and food had to be put on the table, so I was singing hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work I go. But having to be at work early wasn't all bad. Matt had spent the night last night so that he could carry me to work and then get to the fire station for his 24. And since Vera and Gabby had insisted that Sadie had to have a sleep over last night, I didn't have to worry with waking her and getting her to the day care center. The time that I would have used getting her ready though was taken up my Matt who had insisted that a person had to start the day off with a couple orgasms to make sure that the day was a good one. I sure as hell wasn't about to argue with him on that one because his theory was proving to be right. 

The first table I'd waited on this morning had been a group of regulars, you know the ones I'm talking about. The over 60 group of guys who always sat at the same table, always ordered the same thing, and stayed for hours talking and drinking coffee as if they hadn't seen each other in a month or so when in reality, they'd did the same thing yesterday and in the days before. But instead of getting shafted on a tip, the older guys have decided that today they would be generous in their donations to me, leaving me a $10 tip which was about ten times more that what they usually left.

The second table I'd waited on had been feeling generous today as well. This group was the exact opposite of the table of men that were here every morning. This was a group of women who liked to make my life a living hell by complaining about every single thing that I said or did. But today, that wasn't the case. They all seemed to have woken up in a good mood and picked today to be the sweet old ladies that their gray hair and floral tops portrayed them as. As I'd waited on them and seen that they were so jolly this morning, I caught myself wondering if maybe they had practiced Matt's morning theory themselves. But then I'd gotten the image of the older ladies and their husbands naked in my head and regretted having the thought. No one, and I do mean no one, wanted the image of a 70 plus year old woman and her husband doing the dirty in their head.

Even my lunch time, the good day had continued. We didn't run out of the special, no one dropped any orders, and no one complained about how long it took to get their food, even if the usual time was only about 5 minutes from the time they ordered. So yes, I was now a firm believer in Matt's morning orgasm theory and intended on doing whatever I could to make sure that we kept it up. Because if ever day was like today all because the man I cared about deeply brought me to ecstasy before the sun came up, then I would die a happy woman.

I was so lost in counting my tips at the end of shift that I didn't notice the man who had snuck up behind me until I felt strong arms band around my waist and chin rest on my shoulder. The smell of Nautica Blue and fresh air filled my nose. My body, acting on its own, settled into his embrace.

"How was your day darlin?" said Matt close to my ear. "Looks like it was a good one."

"It was. We're going to have to practice your theory every morning if it means I make these kinds of tips." I said as I turned so that I was facing him, giving him a knowing smile. I watched as a smile tore across his face and he wiggled his eyebrows at me. Guess he was good to go with my plan as well.

"Guess that means there are a going to me a hell of a lot more sleep overs in our future huh?" Matt said, leaning even closer to my ear. His breath so close to my skin sent a shiver down my spine and blood pooling between my legs.

"Yeah, I guess so." I said huskily.

I felt Matt's hands dip low around my waist as he spun the bar stool so that I was facing him. I'd always been one that could appreciate a man in uniform, but damn if seeing Matt in his wasn't one of the many things that called to me on a purely primal level, making me want to rip my clothes off and let his have his way with me. Especially this particular uniform. This was his dress one and the crispness of his white shirt paired with the medals he's received for his service was probably the sexiest thing I had even seen him wear. I wouldn't be scared to say that it was even sexier than him in his birthday suit. Then again, him in his birthday suit had certain advantages... big advantages that left you walking funny the next day but wanting so much more.