Username: wandawoman4blk Date: 23-04-2023 21:06:25 Mood: happy Music:

A steakhouse had opened on an end of town about five miles from home and they were always looking for help. I dressed for success and got a job as a hostess. My evenings and some weekends consisted of dressing in conservative black pants or skirt and a white blouse, welcoming the diners as they arrived, taking them to their tables and working the cash register as they left. There were no tips for the hostess, but I was paid well enough that within a month, I was able finance a used car. FREEDOM! Since it was the 70s in the south, I was one of the few white employees. The restaurant manager, kitchen manager, and a couple of the waitresses, a total of 5 or 6 out of the 20 or more on each shift. The cooks, busboys, miscellaneous servers, dishwashers and custodians were all black. And contrary to popular culture at the time, we worked as a team. The only ones who were shown any favoritism were the hardest workers. We got the choice of the best shifts and could get time off for school functions and the like. One of the older workers had been there long enough to manage to rent an apartment with a couple of friends. It seemed that most Friday and Saturday nights after closing there was always a get together of some sort at Nate’s. J and I were always getting invited, but I only mentioned it when I knew he had plans it would be difficult to get out of. Finally, on a night I knew we were going to his Grandmother’s, he said that he had seen her recently and he would call from my house as I was changing to say that we couldn’t make it. I reminded him that we would probably be the only white people there and likely the only couple. It didn’t matter. He knew a couple of the guys from picking me up and had even scored a bag or two from Nate when his usual connection was dry. I could hear him on the phone with his family as I found my bellbottom jeans and his favorite halter top. The top was a pale blue, tight fitting top made of a very light fabric. Maybe we would just go down to the river and f**k after he saw me. Well, that wasn’t gonna happen just yet. We headed to Nate’s as I reminded J of the likely makeup of attendees. He’s the sort of guy who has never really met a stranger and saw no problem. I was right. I don’t think there is anything we could have done to surprise the folks I worked with more than walking through the front door. It wasn’t a large crowd and I introduced Jimmy to the few people that he didn’t already know. There was almost no furniture in the apartment. Maybe the living room had been cleared for dancing. There were a few chairs and a stereo playing Motown songs. The kitchen table seemed to be where the alcohol and pot were along with a few more chairs. About that time AS walked in. AS was beautiful. He was one of the best cooks, was always friendly and light completed with piercing blue eyes. The guys on the softball team teased that he has just enough white in him to screw up his natural athletic ability. Did I say he was beautiful? He could have been on the cover of GQ anytime he wanted. As the music played, the three servers who had showed up began to dance. They came into the kitchen to get me and jimmy said to go. Us four girls were having fun. Twerking wasn’t a thing back then. We called it grinding. We bumped butts, rubbed hips and slid up and down each other. Occasionally one of the guys (or two) would join in. But, mostly it was just us. We tended to take a break during slow songs for another beer or a joint. During one of those breaks, J nodded at my breasts. I looked down to see the shape of my nipples were clearly visible. That was one of the things I liked most about that top. But, usually the two of us were at a bar, concert, movie or a friend’s house and it really didn’t matter. I guess since Nate was a friend, we were good. But, this was different since usually we played cards or a board game and there was no spectacle like dancing. J wasn’t much of a dancer anyway. The apartment had heated up with all the people, so I didn’t have any pokies going on. But all the dancing had left my nipples puffy and easy to see. He said that I might want to consider just removing the halter top to cool the twins down a little and have a good time. He was sure the guys wanted to see them. It wasn’t that I hadn’t done that before, or that I was a prude. And, J didn’t have a jealous bone in his body. His standard answer was, “Be sure and rinse that out before you bring it home to me,” assuming the rest of my friends had the same benefits he did. That wasn’t always the case though. Sometime yes and sometimes no. He and the girls began to tease me. Nothing would have pleased them more that to embarrass the “proper”, white hostess. The girls continued to pick at me while we took a break. They laughed as they went back into the living room only to return and get me between songs. Midway through the second song, there was a tug on the back of my neck and a pull at my waist…..and off came to top. As I put my hands over my A cup boobies, Lynn ran to the door and tossed my top onto the steps out front. They got their wish, but my hands weren’t moving. Until…… AS came over to dance. We finished the song. He asked if I would like him to go retrieve my top and I said of course. All he wanted was one more dance with my hands moved. Three minutes and it would all be over. That was the longest three minutes of my life. It wasn’t any cooler in the apartment than before. But, me nipples were so hard that they hurt. There were no areolas, only flesh colored boobs and rock hard nipples. And all eyes were on the two of us. The other girls laughed as they bumped me to get a giggle and AS had his hands on my waist for the occasional spin or to pull me in close. I must give him credit, he was a man of his word. As I stood there with a hand bra, he brought my top back. He reached around my back with the bottom before tying the straps behind my neck. I was clothed again.

Comments:

Amazing entry by a wild and free white girl. It should be made into a movie. I wonder who would play you maybe Reese Witherspoon.