McDonald's Drive Thru

The McDonald's drive-thru at 2 AM was a special kind of place. Post-club chaos, 24-hour shift workers, and lonely blokes like me just wanting a Big Mac and some chips.

The queue was mental—six cars deep—but I wasn't in a hurry.

When I finally reached the collection window, I nearly forgot my order.

She was curvy in a way the unflattering uniform couldn't hide—big tits, wide hips, a pretty face with dramatic eyeliner. Her name badge said "Amber" and her expression said "kill me now."

"Large Big Mac meal, Diet Coke?" she read from her screen.

"That's me."

She handed over the bag, our fingers brushing. "Enjoy. Next please."

"Wait—" The word was out before I could stop it.

She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"What time do you finish?"

Behind me, someone honked. Amber looked at the queue, then back at me.

"Half hour. There's a car park round back. Staff only but no one checks."

"I'll wait."

"You might be disappointed."

"I really don't think I will."

She smiled—the first genuine one I'd seen. "Round back. Half hour. Don't eat all your chips."

The staff car park was dark and empty except for a few beat-up cars. I ate my Big Mac, watched the clock, wondered if I was being an idiot.

At 2:47, Amber appeared, still in uniform, carrying a bag of food.

"Saved you some nuggets," she said, climbing into my passenger seat. "Figured you might still be hungry."

"Thoughtful."

"I'm a catch, really." She ate a nugget, looked me over. "So. You waited."

"I waited."

"Why?"

"Honestly? You're fit and I've had a boring night. Figured I'd take a chance."

"Romantic." But she was smiling. "I appreciate the honesty." She put down her food. "Back seat?"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. It's been a twelve-hour shift and I deserve something nice." She was already climbing between the seats. "You coming or not?"

The back seat of my Civic was not designed for comfort, but Amber made it work.

She straddled my lap, still in her McDonald's uniform, and kissed me. She tasted like sweet and sour sauce.

"Been such a shit shift," she breathed. "Need this."

"Happy to help."

She pulled off her polo, revealing a practical black bra that was still somehow sexy on her.

"Like what you see?"

"Love it."

"Good." She unhooked it, let her tits spill free. They were incredible—full, heavy, with dark nipples that were already hard. "Your turn."

I pulled off my shirt, and she ran her hands down my chest approvingly.

"Fit. Knew you would be." She was working at my jeans. "Now let's see the rest."

She sank down onto me and we both groaned. She was tight, wet, and very clearly needed this.

"Move—please—"

She rode me in the back of my car, moaning into the quiet night. The windows fogged up, the car rocked, and I couldn't believe my luck.

"Touch me—need to cum—"

I found her clit, rubbed while she bounced. She came with a muffled scream, biting her hand.

"Keep going—don't stop—"

I didn't stop, and she came again. I followed shortly after, holding her tight.

We sat there, catching our breath, eating cold nuggets.

"Well," Amber said. "Best end to a shift ever."

"Best drive-thru visit ever."

"Low bar."

"Still counts."

She laughed, kissed me quickly. "I work Tuesday, Thursday, Friday nights. Same time."

"I might get hungry."

"You might." She climbed back into the front seat, fixed her uniform. "See you Tuesday, maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Probably." She winked, got out, and walked to her car.

I drove home with an empty Big Mac box and a full heart.

Best 2 AM craving of my life.