I had just turned 20 years old, a big titted Latina chick that thought she was hot shit, new to the restaurant scene. On my first night, I paired up with Carlos, this smoldering, perfectly tan hunk in his early 30s with the greenest eyes I'd ever seen. We clicked instantly during the week he was training me, and I'd frequently catch him admiring my curves, making a point to act a little shy and cute every time it happened.

On my first night fully on the floor, Carlos and I shared a large party of businessmen. They ordered plenty of drinks and they closed the bar down that night. As they got drunker, their flirtatious comments were becoming more bold, I could practically feel their stares burning a hole in the back of my pants.

Carlos watched, a protective yet turned on glint in his eyes. Each time I snapped a witty reply, he'd be grinning, quick to back me up. There was an undeniable tension building, a mix of our shared adrenaline and sexual energy.

After cashing out, Carlos invited me to a bar where the rest of the serving crew would meet nightly. They were regulars and friends with the bartenders so I didn't get carded and took advantage by drinking up. Carlos’s hand found my thigh under the table, and he started fingering me as he made conversation with everyone. I was a mess. We left in a haze, ending up in his car to fire up a joint.

As the smoke swirled, my inhibitions vanished. I kissed him deep while my hand unzipped his pants, my mouth starting to water at the sight of his hard cock. I took him deep, sucking him sloppily with my spit running down his shaft. His moans were urging me on and I picked up speed.

When he begged me to fuck, I straddled him, his cock sliding into me bare without hesitation. The thrill of feeling my first dick without a condom is one of the few vivid memories I have from that moment. I proceeded to ride him, hard and fast, my fat butt making wet smacking sounds every time I'd bottom out.

Carlos, ever the teacher, took things up a notch. He pushed a finger into my ass, rough and unexpected, commanding me to relax and take it. The shock of it, and the slight discomfort sent me over the edge. I came hard, which is rare for me when I'm drunk.

In the middle of our session, we froze for a second when we heard a knock on the window. Our coworkers had found us, their cheers and hollering piercing the foggy car windows. But I was past shame, past caring. I fucked Carlos harder, putting on a show for our audience, riding him with extra sauce. Carlos spread my ass wide, giving everyone watching a clear view of my hole getting stretched.

Carlos filled me soon after, his hot cum spilling out of my pussy was a reminder of the risk we took. I'd need to pick up some plan B in the morning, another first for me that had me feeling like a real slut.