This is the fourteenth story.

This is the story of Harriet.

One of my odd jobs over the course of my time in Los Angeles has been as a caterer, working for a well-regarded company that would often work high-profile awards ceremonies and galas. There were many beautiful, high-class women at these events and I had a few flirty encounters in the course of the job, but none went anywhere special.

That is, until Harriet.

This particular gig was a gala for a big non-profit that, to my eyes, seemed like it had a lot of profit. They'd taken over the banquet hall of a fancy hotel, and everyone showed up dressed to the nines, in tuxedos and dinner dresses. I carried out hors d'oeuvres for cocktail hour, and that's when I first saw her.

In a room of spray tans and various nips and tucks, Harriet stood out immediately for her natural beauty. She was pale, with long curly hair, light red in color. Her eyes were green, her nose sharp, her mouth small. There was the sexiest splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Tonight she was wearing a dress that was robin's egg blue, a low neckline riding over b-cup breasts.

She was standing in a group of other women, all of them looking to be in their late twenties. Harriet looked up at me as I approached. I saw her eyes note the food first, then my face, where they lingered. I smiled, she smiled, her eyes danced away, then they came back.

"Ladies," I said.

They all looked around at me, saw the tray in my hand.

"Food!"

"Smoked trout croquettes," I said.

I held eye contact with Harriet as the tray was raided. The women started taking bites, and there was a chorus of "ooo"s and "mmm"s.

"Rave reviews," I said. "I'll tell the chef."

"Feel free to bring us more," Harriet said.

I winked at her. "I'll come to you ladies first."

They all giggled and laughed. I turned and walked to another group, feeling Harriet's eyes linger on me as I went.

I rotated back through the crowd a few minutes later with another tray of croquettes. I deliberately waited until I had only one piece remaining, and then I changed my route and passed right behind Harriet.

"Psst," I said.

She looked over her shoulder at me.

"Last one," I said, nodding down to my tray.

She lit up, a bright beautiful smile, pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and took the last croquette.

"Thank you," she said.

"Any time."

The next time we interacted was during sit-down service. I went to pour champagne at each table, and found myself at hers. She was sitting between two much older women, which made me relatively confident she wasn't there with a date. I leaned over her to pour champagne in her glass.

"Hey," I said.

"You again," she said.

"Me again."

"Any more croquettes?"

"I put one in my pocket for you but it got a little squished."

"Oh darn."

I finished pouring her champagne, and leaned down close to her ear.

"Anything else you need, though," I said, "just let me know."

She looked up at me, her face serious. "I will."

The gala then continued, the meals punctuated with the usual array of self-important speeches. I did my job as normal, and late in the evening, I emerged from the kitchen to clear dishes and saw Harriet walking my direction.

"Hey!" she said.

"Can I get you anything?"

"Just heading to the restroom."

"Oh, let me show you."

I didn't care if she'd already been to the restroom that night. I touched her elbow gently and led her out into the hall. People streamed in both directions from the main restrooms, and a couple ladies were at the end of a line stretching out the women's.

I leaned into Harriet's ear.

"Follow me," I said softly. "Don't stop."

She looked at me with a mix of confusion and excitement, and I led her past the line, around a corner and down an empty hallway.

"Should I be worried?" she said.

We reached an unmarked doorway.

"Here," I said.

I opened it and she looked in. It was a gleaming bathroom, single-user.

"Holy shit," she said, looking in. "Is this, like, your superpower? Finding secret bathrooms?"

I laughed. "Nah, I've got other superpowers."

I held eye contact with her, and I saw her become slightly unmoored as my meaning sunk in.

"My name's Jack," I said.

"Harriet."

Her eyes were locked on me, her expression expectant and anxious about what was about to happen. I leaned in, her lips parted slightly, and I kissed her. She didn't move at first, and then I felt her lips give in, and she pushed back gently, and we held the kiss for a few seconds before I pulled away.

"Oh my god," she said, breaking out in a giddy smile, her hands flying to her face.

"What?" I said, smiling.

"I've never done this. I can't do this."

"Why not?"

She looked back down the hallway, looked back to me, shook her head.

"It's...we're..."

I didn't say anything, just walked into the bathroom and held the door open and looked at her. She looked at me with a shocked smile, looked back down the hallway, froze...

And hurried into the bathroom.

I closed the door and locked it. I turned to her.

She stood in the middle of the space, swinging her arms, looking around. It was a beautiful interior, spotlessly clean, with gleaming dark surfaces and soft, flattering lighting. She looked at me.

"Okay," she said. "Okay."

I walked up to her, stood right in front of her. She looked up at me, closed her eyes, and I leaned down and kissed her. She melted into me, and I put one arm around her back and ran my other hand up through her hair. Her body was slight and fit into mine perfectly. She was a great kisser, hungry but applying just the right amount of pressure. Her arms were wrapped lightly around me, her hands holding me by the shoulder blades.

And then we stopped kissing and looked at each other, our breathing heavy.

"Okay," she said, nodding. "Okay."

"You say 'okay' a lot."

"O-"

I raised a finger and cocked my head, she bit her lip, guilty, then closed her eyes and jumped up to kiss me again. I grunted into her mouth, stumbling back against the door. Her hands left my shoulder blades and came down to my belt and started unbuckling it. She stopped kissing me and looked down as her hands fumbled with it.

"Alrighttt," I said, smiling.

She looked up at me. "Is this crazy?"

"Not at all."

"I just figure, why not?"

"Why not."

She got my belt undone, unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped them, and pushed them down until they fell around my ankles. She stepped back, her eyes on where my cock was starting to press out against my briefs. Her hand came to her mouth.

"Oh my god," she said.

I pulled my briefs down myself, my cock lifting out slightly as it slid free. She stepped forward, extended a hand like she was touching an alien life form. Her fingers gently wrapped around it, started gently tugging on it. I watched her look of concentration, her head tilting back and forth, her eyes fixed on it. I put a hand on a strap of her dress and slid it off her shoulder. She looked from my dick to her bare shoulder, then I put a hand on the other strap and pulled that off too.

She looked up at me, her hand continuing to work, the straps of her dress now sitting loose around her upper arms, the neckline of the dress having slid a little bit but still resting on the slope of her breasts. I looked at a constellation of freckles running across her chest. She put her second hand on my cock, started jacking me off with both hands, and pushed her upper arms together, slightly folding herself inward, and the dress fell forward off her breasts and down around her waist.

I looked down at her tits, b-cups indeed, as pale as the rest of her, with small pink nipples. More freckles ran across her cleavage and her breasts.

I lowered myself to my knees, her hands coming off my dick, and I lifted the hem of her dress off the floor, raised it all in a bunch up her pale skinny legs and over her slim hips, revealing a pair of light blue panties. I gathered the material around her waist and turned her so her back was against the door. I secured the dress against her stomach with one hand and used the other to pull her underwear aside.

"Oh my god," she said again, a hand covering her mouth.

Her pussy was pale and pink, with the lightest dusting of red pubic hair around it. I leaned in and licked it.

She moaned, her hands coming to the back of my head. I kept my face right in her crotch and licked it again. She spread her legs slightly and I gained a better angle and I started eating her out faster. I licked up and up her pussy, feeling her grow wet under my tongue, flicking her clit back and forth and running around it in circles. She started repeating the word "yes" to herself over and over again, and I glanced up at her quickly, seeing her head pressing back into the door, pushing from side to side, her eyes gazing down at me.

I gave her pussy a few more licks and then I stood up and placed a hand over it, the gathered dress falling around my wrist, and I pushed a finger up inside her. Her body curled forward around my hand and I put my other arm around her shoulders, and I started running my finger in and out of her, looking for her g-spot. She leaned back and stared up at me, and I looked down at her tits, shaking on her chest, and I felt her pussy start to soak. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed our foreheads together and stared into her eyes as I kept blasting her.

"Holy Christ," she said, "I think I'm gonna come."

"I want you to come," I said, my voice low, holding the back of her head tight.

I pushed a second finger up into her and increased the speed of my hand. Her mouth opened incredibly wide and she tried to push her head back but I held it firm. Her eyebrows pushed up her forehead and she said, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna-", her voice rising into a yell but stopping when I took the hand off the back of her head and clamped it over her mouth, making sure her nostrils weren't blocked. Her eyes widened, she nodded vigorously, just saying mhm, mhm, mhm, and I kept working her pussy...

And she came, letting out a loud but muffled scream into my hand, her eyes wide and shocked as her body spasmed. I kept fingering her, maximizing her orgasm, her moaning into my palm, and then slowed up as soon as her shaking slowed.

I pulled my hand off her mouth and her head fell back into the door, her eyes closed, her starting to laugh and then snorting. Her hands flew to her mouth, shocked with herself but still giggling, and I pulled my soaked fingers out of her. She looked at me, leaned forward and put her hands on my chest and kissed me, and then her hands trailed down my stomach and went back to my cock. She stroked it a few times, getting it harder, and then she pushed me back to the bathroom counter and dropped to her knees.

She didn't waste any time, just took a deep breath and put my cock in her mouth.

"Oh my god," I said.

She closed her eyes and started sucking it, each pull of her mouth stretching it out as it got fully hard. I pushed her hair out of her face and gathered it in my hand and held it up above her head and watched her work. It wasn't the most spectacular blowjob but it was good, and her face looked sharp and sexy as she bobbed on and off my dick.

She brought both her hands to my shaft and started tugging on it with each push and pull of her mouth. Her eyebrows pushed up her head and she moaned around it, and I was turned on by how much she was turned on. Then she came off of it, continuing to jack it off, breathing heavily.

"I can't believe I'm sucking your dick," she said, more to herself than to me.

"Stand up," I said.

She did, and I put my hands on her waist, lifted her off the ground, turned, and set her on the bathroom counter.

"Oh shit," she said.

I pulled my shirt off over my head as she reached under her dress and shifted her butt and pulled her underwear down her legs. I helped pull her dress back up above her waist, revealing her pussy, and her hands went to my dick again, tugging on it. I leaned in and started kissing her, and put a hand up on her crotch, rubbed her pussy briefly as she jerked me off.

Then I pushed my hips up to the counter, she scooted her ass out toward me, and the tip of my dick pushed against the outside of her pussy. We both looked down at it for a second, before looking up into each other's eyes. Hers were stunning, beautifully shaped, emerald green. I nodded, she nodded, and I pushed my cock into her.

Those stunning eyes widened and her mouth opened on a gasp. Her pussy was tight but I slid in easily, everything still soaked from her orgasm. She moaned.

"You're so fucking tight," I said.

"You're huge," she said.

I leaned in and kissed her and pushed my cock in further, and further, and she moaned into my mouth, and soon my cock was buried in her. She threw back her head and groaned, her upper body twisting, her arms flying back and her hands pressing against the mirror. Then she looked down at her pussy and I looked down too and withdrew my cock slowly, halfway, letting her watch my girth slide out of her. Then I pushed it back in and she let out a long low whine. She took one hand off the mirror and put it on my shoulder and started gyrating her hips.

"Fuck," I said.

I watched her belly gyrate, her pussy working around my cock, then I looked at her small mouth, her clenched jaw, her look of concentration. I put a hand lightly across the front of her neck, and she lifted her head and looked at me while she kept working her hips.  

"How did I find you?" I asked.

She smiled. "I don't even know who I am right now."

I put my hands on her head and pulled her face toward me, and started thrusting my hips quickly.

"Oh shit!" she said, gritting her teeth.

I held her by the back of the head and stared into her eyes as I pistoned my cock into her.

"Shit, shit, shit," she said, her brow furrowing, her mouth hanging open.

I put an arm across her back and pulled her body to me and I stepped back from the counter and she fell forward off of it, landing on her feet. I pulled out of her, whipped her around, put a hand in her hair and pushed her forward over the counter, and pushed my cock up between her legs and back into her pussy.

She moaned and I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up and she stared at me in the mirror as I started pounding her from behind. She had a cute pale ass, and I watched it slap back against me as I kept fucking her pussy. I watched her face, her mouth hanging open, her eyes rolling up into the top of her head. Her tits bounced lightly on her chest with each thrust. I looked down at her pussy skin tightly gripping my cock with each pull out, and I said:

"You're so fucking sexy. I'm gonna come."

"Can I swallow it?" she said.

"Are you sure?"

"Let me swallow it."

I pulled out of her, she turned toward me, slightly wobbly, her legs shaking, and she dropped to her knees. She looked up at me with her gorgeous eyes as I worked my cock to completion, then she opened her mouth and wrapped it around my head and I came.

She mmmed as I filled her mouth with cum, and I saw her throat starting to work as she swallowed everything.

I groaned at feeling of the suction of her mouth, pleasure coursing my entire body, and then I was empty. Her throat kept working for a bit and then she popped off and leaned back against the counter, and I turned and leaned back next to her.

"What are you doing after this?" I said.

"Nothing," she said, her tone casual.

"There's a cocktail bar nearby I'd love to take you to."

She looked up at me sideways.

"You're not just gonna pump and dump me?"

"I mean, not yet," I said, smiling.

She laughed. "I'd love to."

I found my clothes, started dressing, and she started putting herself back together, fixing her hair and her dress.

"How long have we been gone?" she said.

"No clue," I said. "You can say there was a line."

"Not untrue."

I opened the door and peeked out. The hallway was empty. I motioned to Harriet and she stepped out quickly and I followed her. We turned around the corner and walked past the women's restroom, the line still going strong.

"Should I tell them?" she whispered to me.

"Nah, that's our little secret," I said.

She smiled. We entered the ballroom and she went off to her table and I went to continue clearing dishes. Only another hour or two until we could pick up where we left off.

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Thanks for reading! Part 2 coming next week.