It would seem it is time to head off

The waitress lets her body fall forward and collapse onto the sofa. She rolls herself around to face them both, a flushed look on her face. Her eyes gaze down, seeing for the first time the cock that was moments before deep inside her and had released its load all over her.

Felicity finds herself looking down at his cock as well, slick from another girl’s juices. She can’t decide if she is jealous of that fact, or more aroused to have seen him fuck another girl right in front of her. She suddenly feels certain if she is to see more of this man, this probably won’t be the last time he makes her watch him with someone else.

“Well girls, you were both amazing” he announces, and Felicity sees the same look of pride in the waitress’ face as she suspects is on hers. He reaches for his boxers and jeans that are still around his knees, pulling them back up and tucking his cock away, much to Felicity’s disappointment, knowing that this means she is not likely to be getting him inside her anytime soon.

“Don’t worry” he starts, as if knowing what she is thinking, “there will be plenty of time for me to feel myself deep in your pussy too Felicity, but you will have to learn to share.” She smiles as he speaks, just happy to know he still wants to fuck her as well, and hopefully soon.

“Anyway” he continues, “thank you for such a lovely time, both the meal and the fuck” he addresses the waitress, making it sound so perfectly normal, as if the fuck was just part of the lunch experience. “But time for us to get going I’m afraid.”

Felicity realises he is about to open the door, and she quickly tries to check that she looks presentable as she smooths her dress down, still without her thong on beneath it. He gives the waitress one last smile as he opens the door, and waves for Felicity to head out ahead of him. Passing through the restaurant, the only person remaining is busy tidying up the tables.

“All to your pleasing I hope” he asks as she spots them coming back, the question making it very clear he has some idea what has been happening. Felicity can only nod and blush as the man makes no effort to hide the way he is checking her out, probably regretting to have missed out.

“Absolutely” her older man responds, “and our apologies that we seem to have exhausted the waitress, so you may need to give her a little while before she can come and help you finish tidying up.”

They head outside, the bright sun reminding Felicity that it is still only mid-afternoon, and she wonders what else this day may deliver.