Comfort Food

sexy AsianThe door chime tinkled warmly as Dan entered the parlor of his favorite restaurant at exactly 9:45pm. Not enough time to order before closing, but just enough to grab takeout. Months of patronage had told him that this was the best Asian food in town: a mix of Thai and Malaysian specialties that were guaranteed to have you licking the savory juices from your fingers. Once a week he allowed himself to splurge and his Thursday night routine had become a bit of a ritual: a few minutes of flirting with Soo, the sexy Asian night shift girl and then straight home for some well-deserved relaxation with a cold beer and a hot plate. Soo’s playful personality and boundless optimism always had a way of unwinding him after a long day, and he looked forward to their brief but intimate conversations.

Soo proudly described herself as a Pacific mutt: mostly Malay, spiced with a dash of Filipino for flavor. The unique combination gave her a gorgeous skin tone the color of hot cocoa with cream. Dan had guessed they were about the same age, and from his gentle probing he knew she wasn’t in a serious relationship with anyone. For whatever reason he’d just never quite found the balls to make a move on her. But she’d certainly fed his fantasies as well as his stomach. Several lonely nights had ended with him laying in the dark, stroking himself to the thought of Soo squatting over him, grinding her cozy box into his lap.

His dick lurched at the memory as he approached the counter. Soo looked a bit more worn out than usual but greeted him with her usual wink and smile. Her full lips were a glossy violet today, Dan noticed, and she had a new boycut hairstyle that he thought looked incredibly cute. She wore a sleeveless black t-shirt with “Glam Rock” printed on the front, and the slender fit hugged her curvy, small-breasted frame. Soo was what Dan would call a fashion eccentric, gravitating to outfits that sometimes paired frilly ballerina skirts with high top sneakers. Fortunately for him, that usually allowed a stolen glance or two at her thick, sun-kissed legs. She also had what women’s magazines labeled a spoon body type: slender up top and plump down bottom with a nice narrow waist in between. Dan visualized the swell of her firm brown thighs and strong calves hidden behind the counter and felt another twitch in his crotch that he tried to ignore. Instead, he grinned back at her, and suggested they both looked like they could use a vacation.

Soo sighed deeply, her shoulders visibly sagging. Over the next several minutes she unburdened her hellish day to him in detail, acting out the parts of each nightmare customer, including a bout of sexual harassment from a couple of sleazebags. The torment had ended just before Dan had shown up, when she’d been chewed out by a customer for not having a gluten-free option on the menu. Dan listened attentively, knowing that she needed a friendly ear more than she needed cheering up. Afterwards she was very near tears and seemed even more exhausted than before.

Reading the moment, Dan took a chance. He reached over the counter and gave her a big bear hug that brought her to her tiptoes. They’d never so much as touched before, but there he was, cradling her in his arms. He tried to erase her bad day with that hug, pouring all his closeted feelings for her into the firm embrace. He felt her break down and shudder against him, her silent tears spotting his shoulder. The air was suddenly heavy with her scent, and Dan drank it in: an emulsion of fruity perfume and the heady smell of her warm body. In reply, his Johnson bucked inside his cotton boxers. Dan groaned inwardly, his feral desire clawing to get out, but he kept himself in check.