Summer Bingo: "Tight Fit"
Title: Tight Fit
Rating: PG-13?
Author: dncinimp
Note: This is part of summer bingo. The prompt was "tight fit".
She watches him from across the room as he approaches the booth in the diner. She doesn't mean to at first - he's sitting in her section and he's hard to miss - but once she focuses on him she can't take her eyes off the stranger. He looks over the booth as if weighing if he'll be able to sit in it. The thought crosses her mind as well. Their booths are narrower than most and this man, well, he's definitely thicker in the middle than most of their customers. The hostess sees the problem as well and informs him that if he wants to wait another fifteen minutes they'd be happy to sit him at a table. He barks at her, and she swears she can hear his belly which looks big, soft and oh so touchable growl from the other side of the room. He's already been waiting twenty minutes and people who have come after him have been seated before him. He wants the booth, he doesn't care about comfort. He wants to eat.
She bites at her lip in anticipation of what is going to happen next and she walks over to the coffee station to get a better and less obvious view. He takes a deep breath which causes his belly to rise and exposes a little bit of flesh from underneath his shirt. He's trying to suck it in, but it all appears to be in vain. This is going to be a tight fit.
He slides a leg into the booth first and his face twists in discomfort when the edge of the table digs into his skin. He seems determined though, like he's not use to giving up or like he's some kind of fighter, and keeps scooting slowly over the seat. The table shakes despite being bolted down but he eventually makes it in. He smiles triumphantly and for the first time she notices how sinfully full his lips are (just like the rest of him) and she imagines them moist against her skin. By the time she walks over to take his order she's hot and bothered and trying to hide it. The lightning in the diner isn't the greatest and she's thankful that it conceals her flushed cheeks.
He's even more beautiful up close then she imagined. He's a big guy, a very big guy, but it doesn't change the fact that he's beautiful. She has all but forgotten about his bee stung lips as she admires his freckled skin before finally meeting his eyes where she gets lost in the colour. She's never seen eyes so green.
He smiles at her with an ease and confidence that shouldn't be possible at his size and she becomes as gift as a school girl. She tells him that her name is Susan, and he says his is Dean. Dean. She likes the sound of that.
She gives him some time with the menu and then comes back once he looks ready. He isn't. He can't decide between their gravy slathered meatloaf, their bacon burger, or their specialty bbq burger. He asks her what she thinks and possibly with a little too much hope in her voice she tells him that she likes them all and they're all worth having.
Dean is silent for a minute and she starts to worry that maybe she's offended him. She didn't mean to. But her fears are proved to be incorrect when he hands her back the menu and says that he'll have to take all three.
He places a hand on his belly that is pressed so close to the table it looks like part of it will spill over and she becomes instantly flustered. She tells him that each meal comes with two sides and he picks a delicious mixture of different fries, some onion rings, and mac and cheese.
The burgers are supposed to be single patty but she has the cook make them double, it isn't like the manager will know. They're thick to begin with and the extra meet and cheese creates a tower of meat. Dean doesn't look surprised at all by the meal in front of him. Instead he gives her a flirtatious smile and she returns the favor before ducking back to the coffee station where she watches him eat.
It's practically pornographic how he moans and gets such pleasure from his food. With ever pump of his lips she imagines them creepy up her sides and it isn't long before she feels a pulsing within her own nether regions that she can't deny. He eats quickly, but not so much that it's messy, and seems to enjoy every bit of it. She's never seen someone eat like this, even as a seasoned waitress. She has to make a second trip to the table once he's cleared off some of his plates in order to bring him the remainder of his sides.
Eventually they're all bare and his stomach has expanded so that now it is propped against the table, pushing dirty dishes out towards the other side of the booth. She wonders how much he weighs. She wonders if he even knows.
When she comes back to his table he's rubbing the side of his gut and making sounds of discomfort. The table is really cutting into him, and he's definitely wedged at least for the time being. She doesn't know why she says what she does next, but she can't stop herself.
The meals, she reminds him, each come with a desert.
They don't, but she's willing to pick up the tab.
Dean doesn't even hesitate, despite how full he has to be, and asks her to bring three of the biggest pieces of pie they have. With ice cream.
She does.
He eats them slower than he has the rest of the food, savoring the flavor, making it last. She wonders if that's how he makes love. She bets it is. He seems like someone that would make it count.
He doesn't leave when he's finished. He can't. He's packed in the booth too tightly. He doesn't complain, or draw attention to himself. She slides him the check and tells him to take his time. She pauses then goes back and tell shim she's off work at nine.
Dean smiles, charming and perfect. You know where to find me, he tells her.
She can't wait.
Rating: PG-13?
Author: dncinimp
Note: This is part of summer bingo. The prompt was "tight fit".
She watches him from across the room as he approaches the booth in the diner. She doesn't mean to at first - he's sitting in her section and he's hard to miss - but once she focuses on him she can't take her eyes off the stranger. He looks over the booth as if weighing if he'll be able to sit in it. The thought crosses her mind as well. Their booths are narrower than most and this man, well, he's definitely thicker in the middle than most of their customers. The hostess sees the problem as well and informs him that if he wants to wait another fifteen minutes they'd be happy to sit him at a table. He barks at her, and she swears she can hear his belly which looks big, soft and oh so touchable growl from the other side of the room. He's already been waiting twenty minutes and people who have come after him have been seated before him. He wants the booth, he doesn't care about comfort. He wants to eat.
She bites at her lip in anticipation of what is going to happen next and she walks over to the coffee station to get a better and less obvious view. He takes a deep breath which causes his belly to rise and exposes a little bit of flesh from underneath his shirt. He's trying to suck it in, but it all appears to be in vain. This is going to be a tight fit.
He slides a leg into the booth first and his face twists in discomfort when the edge of the table digs into his skin. He seems determined though, like he's not use to giving up or like he's some kind of fighter, and keeps scooting slowly over the seat. The table shakes despite being bolted down but he eventually makes it in. He smiles triumphantly and for the first time she notices how sinfully full his lips are (just like the rest of him) and she imagines them moist against her skin. By the time she walks over to take his order she's hot and bothered and trying to hide it. The lightning in the diner isn't the greatest and she's thankful that it conceals her flushed cheeks.
He's even more beautiful up close then she imagined. He's a big guy, a very big guy, but it doesn't change the fact that he's beautiful. She has all but forgotten about his bee stung lips as she admires his freckled skin before finally meeting his eyes where she gets lost in the colour. She's never seen eyes so green.
He smiles at her with an ease and confidence that shouldn't be possible at his size and she becomes as gift as a school girl. She tells him that her name is Susan, and he says his is Dean. Dean. She likes the sound of that.
She gives him some time with the menu and then comes back once he looks ready. He isn't. He can't decide between their gravy slathered meatloaf, their bacon burger, or their specialty bbq burger. He asks her what she thinks and possibly with a little too much hope in her voice she tells him that she likes them all and they're all worth having.
Dean is silent for a minute and she starts to worry that maybe she's offended him. She didn't mean to. But her fears are proved to be incorrect when he hands her back the menu and says that he'll have to take all three.
He places a hand on his belly that is pressed so close to the table it looks like part of it will spill over and she becomes instantly flustered. She tells him that each meal comes with two sides and he picks a delicious mixture of different fries, some onion rings, and mac and cheese.
The burgers are supposed to be single patty but she has the cook make them double, it isn't like the manager will know. They're thick to begin with and the extra meet and cheese creates a tower of meat. Dean doesn't look surprised at all by the meal in front of him. Instead he gives her a flirtatious smile and she returns the favor before ducking back to the coffee station where she watches him eat.
It's practically pornographic how he moans and gets such pleasure from his food. With ever pump of his lips she imagines them creepy up her sides and it isn't long before she feels a pulsing within her own nether regions that she can't deny. He eats quickly, but not so much that it's messy, and seems to enjoy every bit of it. She's never seen someone eat like this, even as a seasoned waitress. She has to make a second trip to the table once he's cleared off some of his plates in order to bring him the remainder of his sides.
Eventually they're all bare and his stomach has expanded so that now it is propped against the table, pushing dirty dishes out towards the other side of the booth. She wonders how much he weighs. She wonders if he even knows.
When she comes back to his table he's rubbing the side of his gut and making sounds of discomfort. The table is really cutting into him, and he's definitely wedged at least for the time being. She doesn't know why she says what she does next, but she can't stop herself.
The meals, she reminds him, each come with a desert.
They don't, but she's willing to pick up the tab.
Dean doesn't even hesitate, despite how full he has to be, and asks her to bring three of the biggest pieces of pie they have. With ice cream.
She does.
He eats them slower than he has the rest of the food, savoring the flavor, making it last. She wonders if that's how he makes love. She bets it is. He seems like someone that would make it count.
He doesn't leave when he's finished. He can't. He's packed in the booth too tightly. He doesn't complain, or draw attention to himself. She slides him the check and tells him to take his time. She pauses then goes back and tell shim she's off work at nine.
Dean smiles, charming and perfect. You know where to find me, he tells her.
She can't wait.