One of my favorite parts of working a job like this has always been (I hope) subtly ogling the more attractive clientele. This place was in a town wit... multiple big colleges, so there was no shortage of incredibly hot women. On the day of this story, I encountered just such a girl. With precautions in place due to the pandemic, our setup had changed. No customers came into the restaurant, except for one at a time to use the restroom. Everyone else made their orders online or on the phone, and. He was shocked seeing me. Again I acted as if I was frightened I hugged him more tightly. He laughed and placed his hand on my shoulder and said “don’t get afraid it’s just a movie “.I smiled. Again there was a horror scene I hugged him tightly this time pressing my boobs on his shoulders and my thighs on his. He placed one hand on my thigh. I didn’t resist he was massing me slowly. I was still hugging him. This continued for 10 more min and there was a kissing scene. He turned towards me I was. A third-generation Latino, his grandfather had come up fromMexico in the fifties as an agricultural worker. Unlike most of hiscompadres, he managed to start a small grocery market where Mexicanimmigrants could buy foodstuffs they had grown up with. His wife madetortillas - flour and corn - in the store for sale, and according to theold-timers in Mendoza, they were incredible. His son had parlayed thatsideline into a tortilla factory, shipping a mass-produced version ofhis mother's recipe all. I didn’t see any sign of anyone being up so I went up to my room, stripped and went on to the bathroom. I needed to piss so bad.I stood looking at my image in the large mirror as my piss was streaming out the end of my dick. I was still amazed each time I saw my naked body in the mirror. seems like it was constantly changing and so was I. My hair on my head was a little darker now, but still blonde and straight, reaching to my shoulders. My body hair was thick and blonde also, shining against.