Nothing At All

As I pause, I notice just how slow it is. Only a handful of tables have anyone at it, and most waitresses only have one or two tables. No sign of their main course coming in either, which meant I was stuck entertaining them for a while longer. I smiled at that, realizing at least they won't let me stay bored.

At least, that's the thought that passed through my mind as one of them casually pulled my top off my arms and over my head. I did not protest, let alone resist, as the short sleeves came off my arms. Unabashivally, both of my jugs were sought after by at least two of the young men at the table. fondling, caressing and squeezing, they sought to rub their hands upon my no longer concealed jugs. I found myself giddy from the attention, despite the crassness of it.

It was then that I felt my ass get slapped again, and again I swayed my ass cheeks with a scandalous wiggle. Only this time, my shorts were allowed to fall even further down, coming down to my caves. I turned my head to face him and saw the mischievous expression on his face, and the deepening redness of my behind. He pulled me close then, the suddenness of the movement causing me to lean over the table, and found my feet pressed against the coolness of the table. I felt his hand now on my left ass cheek, rubbing it several times before slapping it hard.

I left myself there, my legs spread in front of him. I moaned slightly as he started rubbing my behind with one hand on each ass cheek. My legs were spread decently wide in front of him, my bust pressed against the table. I felt him slap my left ass cheek, somehow harder than before, and that was quickly followed by my right. I giggled loudly, despite the physical discomfort, or my own nakedness.

I moaned again, enjoying the feeling of my sensitive rear end being rubbed on. My arms were grabbed and pulled away and to my sides, one to either side of the table, but I didn't mind that either. I lay there, helpless, naked and exuberant. I felt a couple of fingers then touch my clit, coming away wet, and heard a voice from behind me say, "My my, you really are liking this, aren't you? I wonder if . ." just as he spoke, I heard the call that meant their food was up.

I quickly was freed from their grip then, getting up, a wild grin plastered on my face. I took a glance, looking for my lost uniform, namely the shirt and shorts, and noticed then that one of them had my top, while another had my shorts. Noting that I should get their food, I quietly wondered if I attempt to retrieve my clothes first, or simply get their food naked.