“Good girl” he tells her with a smile that seems to say that he knew all along she would agree. “Why don’t you go and tell her the good news, and ask if there is a private little place we could move to.”
Felicity realises nothing more needs to be said, so gets to her feet ready to share the update with the waitress. She looks back towards where the other woman is waiting and begins to head towards her. Every step makes her heart speed up a little more as she gets closer and closer, wondering just what it is she needs to say. Even before she makes it across the gap between them Felicity gives her a small nod, it’s meaning clear to the waitress whose growing smile shows understanding.
As she gets closer, Felicity takes the chance to really look at the waitress, up until now her focus had been so much on him that she realises she hasn’t really looked properly at this other woman who she is most likely about to become very intimate with. She decides she is a little older then herself, but not by too much, early 20s she decides. She’s maybe a little taller, although Felicity’s heels seem to leave them at the same height, and whilst she is as slim as Felicity, she can’t help but notice the waitress’ breasts seem much fuller than her own, almost straining the buttons of the simple white uniform blouse she is wearing. Long blonde hair, although dyed blonde Felicity notices, and she surprises herself with her next thought, I wonder if I’ll find out what colour she is naturally when I see her pussy.
“I’m glad you said yes” the waitress is the first to speak once Felicity is close enough. “You just look so happy and content when you came in, I could tell there was something about you and him. And when I saw him touching you like that, got to admit, I was wishing it was me.” For the first time the waitress looks a little embarrassed and less self assured as she makes her confession.
“Being touched, or doing the touching?” Felicity can’t help but ask.
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