All these stories of the hard-won peek made me remember another one from my past, notable mostly for how goddamn hard I worked for it.
One summer I was working as a busboy at bust Tex Mex restaurant. LOTS of great looking waitresses. The owner liked to hire buxom women and order their work blouses a size too small, but that is a another story.
The waitresses all work jeans, but the hostesses wore denim skirts. The hostess in question was a bit of a townie rat. OK face, but an amazing firm little body, with a perfect round ass. Her boyfriend used to come in and get drunk at the bar and shout "look at her ass! Look at it! It's amazing!" Couldn't disagree.
She also had this habit of climbing up and bending over the bar to talk to the bartender, showing lots of thigh but leaving her skirt covered ass waving in the air for the whole restaurant to see. Problem was, this place was busy and she was almost always on her feet. And when she did sit down, she was incredibly vigilant about defending her skirt.
Occasionally she would wear a loose, accordion-style denim skirt. On those days, I would try and time my trips to the basement storeroom just a minute after her so I had an excuse to follow her up the stairs. Like I said, this girl had her defenses up.
Getting towards the end of the summer, and I have had not luck whatsoever stealing a peek. One night we are supper busy. She brings a groups of guests over to a table before I've finished cleaning it off. I'm scrambling to finish, when I knock the sugar bowl on the floor. With the guests waiting, she dives in to help-- she squats down in from of me, knees demurely together, but that shirt is just too short to hide the triangle of white satin on her crotch. She's too distracted to notice me gawking, thankfully!
Is it just me or is it the harder you try to catch a glimpse, the worse your chances, but sometimes when you just let fate take its course, the cosmos obliges you?
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