I was a waitress.
I think I left off telling that hubby Denny made me quit my waitress job in the tiny town south of where we lived. It really was a very small town at least 30 or 40 miles in farm country. There was the post office, a tiny grocery store, a bar that was never open, a small restaurant that became a bar too, a church, a little gas station/ repair garage, and a grain elevator. Maybe more but mostly those and a few homes. The others were farms nearby. The town reminded us of a wild west movie town.
Our new friends Joe and Jo Ann had the biker bar a few miles from where we lived. (made up names) We thought they were old. Probably in their 40's and I was around 20. We hung out there so much we became friends. It was on a busy east/west road. Not a main highway but a busy street that went from one end of the south side of town to the other and to the factories. It was next to a RR track and on weekends when a band played was very busy. Us girls were in the habit of flashing as slow trains passed.
On weekends when there was a rock and roll or country band It got so busy that the crowd overflowed out onto the front porch and parking lot. This was when it was still legal to drink outside a bar. I‘d help out getting beer and taking drink orders outside.
A bottle of beer was 50 cents and most guys gave me a dollar each. Joe usually gave us free drinks, sandwiches, and a little money on busy weekends. Denny cleared $50 at his office job at the factory. I made 3 or 4 times more for a few hours on Friday and Saturday evenings just having fun.
The owner’s wife Jo Ann, and their regular waitresses wore those French maid/ bar maid type low cut peasant blouses with a push up bra that made their boobs float out like Playboy bunnies. Now and then a customer would pat them on the butt or rub their exposed boobs. But Joe didn’t let much groping happen.
On the other hand when I was there I got felt up a lot. So did other biker gals. Joe told Denny that’s why a lot of bikers come there, too see and flirt with women.
I ended up getting one of those low cut white ruffled peasant blouses too. They had the name of the bar near the top edge next to our boobs. The guys liked walking up to read the name even though they’d seen it many times. Yes they were looking at our boobs!
I never wore panties or a bra so if I moved around a lot or bent over my boobs rolled out. I’d have my hands full or be busy so they’d just be hanging out sometimes. This could be why I got good tips.
I think Joe and Jo Ann lived near that farm town. They opened the little restaurant/bar for lunch and closed around 4PM. Their bar where we lived opened around noon and someone else was there till Joe and Jo Ann go there.
At first Jo Ann helped Joe in the kitchen and waited tables in the little country bar. Mostly truckers waiting at the grain elevator next door and a few farmers stopped for a late breakfast or lunch so it wasn’t busy. When word got around that the food was good and Jo Ann was wearing her low blouse more truckers and working men ate there. Joann couldn’t keep up.
I was asked to be a waitress. I’d never worked in my life and didn’t know anything about drinks but agreed to help out. My mom baby sat our son free and Joe or Jo Ann picked me up from home and took me back after work. I was probably making $1.00 an hour there and on weekends sometimes almost $200 at their city bar. The money really helped and I was getting to show my boobs and flirt with men.
Back at the biker bar Denny was always there. He loved watching the bikers fondling my boobs and reaching under my mini skirt to feel my ass and pussy. This happened a lot when we went camping and to other bars on vacations. He liked that.
I’d always tell Denny about those grain truck drivers and farmers playing around at the tiny restaurant and he seemed jealous. I’d sit on their laps to take their orders and to just be friendly. My mini would be up so far everything usually showed and if my boobs didn’t slip out someone pulled them out.
Suddenly I was getting bigger and more tips. Denny loved it! But Joe, Jo Ann, me, and others were telling Denny how those old farmers were getting braver and making me offers for more money. He must have taken off work early. Denny came to the restaurant and saw me being pawed by several old farmers and mostly nude. He made me quit right then.
Now there were a few other times he got jealous. One was the first times I let young men fondle my boobs while they were nude posing for picture at a state park secluded beach. He got over that and encouraged me to keep doing it for years. I still pose with men feeling me up. Denny also got jealous a few times when I was very young and we’d go to the scummy strip clubs. Men thought I worked there and would try to get dates.
Even last year when I finally started letting men fuck me and I was in gangbangs he got very jealous. In time he got over that too. It’s always been his dream for me to be fondled and fucked so it was really all his fault.
For me it’s great seeing my husband get jealous. That shows he still loves me.
Sorry I guess this story does not really fit here. But since I started it before I just finished it. I’ll write one about the three 22 year olds that fucked me a few weeks ago. That should fit in.
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