A Male waiter

Felicity spins around in surprise as she hears a male gasp of surprise, to be confronted by a young waiter holding a tray of drinks, which is shaking as he tries to not drop them. She is fairly sure she saw him checking her out earlier when he was handing out drinks, and as he stands in the doorway now, there is no doubt at all that his eyes are all over her this time. Which is unsurprising given how she has nothing on except her thong, but even that is around her thighs so not exactly hiding anything from his gaze.

She’s about to try to cover herself up when she sees the man whose cum is deep inside her lean back into the room. He glances at Felicity first, giving her a knowing little smile, before whispering to the younger man; “She is a dirty little thing, I bet if you ask nicely she’ll do whatever you are thinking of right now.” And as fast as he reappeared, he is gone, this time pulling the door closed behind him. Leaving Felicity in no doubt that he has done this deliberately and that he has left her like this to test how far she would go.

The waiter continues to stare at her as she stands opposite him, as if trying to decide just what it is he wants. “Did he just fuck you?” he finally asks, and she almost laughs at the absurdity of such a question, the evidence in front of him surely makes the answer to that one perfectly clear. She stifles that laughter though, as if to do so would be disrespectful, not to this waiter, but to him, the man who is still in a very strange way controlling this situation. And instead she nods confirmation, even reaching a hand down and running a finger over her still wet pussy, gathering up a drop of his cum there and lifting it to show the waiter as proof.

“Fuck that is so hot, I thought I heard someone moaning but just assumed it was me imagining it.” His eyes are all over her now, and she is shocked to admit to herself that it is somehow arousing her to be looked at like this. But that it is not this waiter that is making her excited so soon after her last orgasm, but the way the older man has left her like this. So when the waiter asks “did he mean it, you’ll do what I was thinking?” she nods again, not even trying to pretend that she won't do anything just to get the older man's approval later.