The host led the way to a quaint little corner booth. A round table with a
pristine white tablecloth draped to the floor. A single candle burned
romantically in the center of the table surrounded by two beautiful place
settings of china and crystal. The candlelight gleaming like flickering
stars from the goblets. There was no overhead lighting. Soft music filtered
through the air creating the mood. And plants were dangling from the ceiling
creating a curtain of privacy, lending an ambiance of romantic seclusion.
The setting for seduction.
She slid across the U shaped seat to the center. He followed, until the
warmth of his thigh was nestled up against hers. The waiter approached and
handed them each a vintage looking menu with gilded edges.
"I'll share with her." He said. She opened the menu in front of them as the
waiter asked what beverages they would prefer. She felt a gentle caress
across her knee. He asked for a bottle of wine, she knew not which for his
hand had started to slowly travel up her thigh and her concentration was
lost. She stared intently at the menu as the waiter walk away.
"You're a wicked man." she whispered.
"Hmm, hmm. And you're loving every minute of it." He grinned.
"How am I supposed to keep a straight face?" she asked.
"You'll find a way if you want to." he replied. His hand was drawing lazy
circles across her thigh. Climbing as he went.
She pulled the menu a bit closer to the table shielding them from view.
His fingers found the edge of her dress. He pinched the hem between his
thumb and finger and slid across its length, back and forth across her lap.
Gently gliding over the tops of her thighs. He stopped. Removed his hand
and turned towards her, placing his arm behind her shoulders. And his other
hand took up where the first had left off. Up her thigh, under the hem of
her dress, tantalizing her with its nearness. Feeling her heat. Finding the
apex. Sliding across her wetness to massage her clit. He leaned over and nibbled at the delicate juncture between her neck and shoulder, tasting her skin, smelling her fragrance.
"Oh my God, stop, the waiter is coming over." she whispered.
"Uh uh, never." he replied, lifting his eyes and looking back to the menu.
She shifted uncomfortably, clenching her thighs together in an effort to
stop his movements. His fingers continued caressing.
The waiter approached the table and popped the cork to the wine bottle. The waiter began to pass it over to him when he said, "No thank you." He continued his massage.
The waiter poured a ½ glass for tasting and held it out to him. He said,
"Let her taste it." he pressed his finger tighter against her. She anxiously
looked his way before taking the glass held out to her. She touched her lips
to the glass and took a sip. He thrust his finger inside of her.
She couldn't hold back the moan, "mmmm."
"I think the lady likes it." He smiled. He thrust in another finger.
"mmmm," she said again. He began to glide his fingers in and out slowly, and
press his thumb against her clit.
The waiter started reciting the chef's daily special, when she groaned
again. Realizing what was happening but being the professional, the waiter's
stutter was hardly noticeable.
Leaning into her, he whispering in her ear. "I do believe the waiter knows what we are doing."
"No." she responded.
"Yes, he does. He's watching you and getting an erection." he stated.
She couldn't help but glance at the front of the waiter's pants. He was
growing very hard indeed.
"Oh God." she breathed. Watching that growing manhood was increasing her
desire for climax. His fingers quickened their pace, dipping and pressing.
Sliding in deep.
The waiter cleared his throat, "Do you know what you'd like to have?" he
asked.
She looked at the waiter in confusion. That was a strange question, considering.
"I believe the lady would like a thick steak. Filet mignon perhaps, Medium
rare, firm, but not too many juices coming out." he replied for her. His
fingers pressing all the more deep into her warmth.
"Oh yes!" she caught her breath.
"mmmm, wonderful." The waiter smiled, looking deep into her face watching
the glazed expression.
Fingers pumping, moving faster, feeling her tightening around him he said,
"I think I'll have the chicken fettuccini, tender white breast meat covered
in a thick cream sauce, mmm."
The waiter, eyes resting on her breasts responded, "that does sound most
appetizing." Her breathing quickens. She tips her head back and tries not to
arch her back noticeably. The waiter reaches for the menu.
"I think we'll keep that for a bit longer." He says, "We want to make sure
we get desert. Peaches with cream does sound good about now." His fingers
thrusting hard into her depth.
"Mmmmm," she begins to orgasm, spasming on his fingers, pulsing with
intensity. Juices flowing profusely.
"Beautiful," the waiter whispers, "I'd be happy to take care of that for you
when the time comes."
He pulls out his fingers and brings them to his lips. Tasting her upon them.
"Maybe by then we'll be ready for banana cream pie." he replies. Leaning over to take her lips with his.
"I sure know I am." the waiter responds as he turns to leave the table.