The Waiter

"You can tell me," I said, throwing it all to the wind, "tell me about him."

"He was, as Linda said, amazing. I could see he was amazing just from the size of --  just from the size of what he held in his hand.  But this was the whole of him:

 "Linda told me to come over and she led me by the hand over to his chair.  'Stand up, ' she told him.  He stood up. His clothes were loose, shirt undone, tie untied around his neck.  Linda took a cloth napkin from the nearby table and tied it as a blindfold on the waiter.  “We want to inspect you now, if you don’t mind,’ said Linda, ‘and we don’t need you to be looking back.’”

 With that, Cathy put her hands over my eyelids and closed my eyes.  “Keep them shut,” she told me.

 “Then Linda stepped down from the chair and thought a minute.  Then she pulled the tie from his collar, and stood upon the chair, and tied his hands behind his back.  'This will help you stay still.'”

 Cathy kept talking as she tied one wrist of mine to the bedpost above my head, and then the other one.  I kept my eyes closed and tried to picture the scene she described.

 “Then Linda stripped him bare.  And ‘Don’t be shy’ she told me, ‘Take a look.’  I walked closer.  He was straight from central casting for the part of sexy waiter.  Shoulder length hair, olive complexion.  Tall, a little skinny, but some muscle in his chest..  Not much hair on his chest, but around his penis was a nice fluffy bush of hair.  I didn’t want to focus on the package too soon.  I walked around him, and placed the palm of my hand on his chest, I let it trail across him as I walked around him.  I felt the ribs beneath his skin, as I walked slowly.  My hand trailed lower.  I stood behind him my hand on his hip.

Her fingers trailed across me as I lay tied to the bed, eyes closed, listening.

“There is nothing – well, almost, nothing – as juicy as the tight butt of a handsome man, “ my wife said.  “And this was as juicy as I’ve seen.  ‘Don’t you just want a bite?’ whispered Linda.  I turned, and she had taken a seat on a table, watching me inspect our “friend.”  ‘Yes,” I told her, ‘yes.’  I slipped my finger between his legs and cupped his balls from behind. He parted his legs as I did so.  I pressed my bare breasts against his back and everything stopped just for a moment, and I pushed against him, clutching him from behind, Linda watching intently, and me just feeling the beat of my heart.”