Always the touching

The waitress looks straight at Felicity, her eyes locking onto the younger girl’s. “The Touching” she declares with confidence, and before Felicity can react, the waitress has reached out and run her hand under her dress, just as he had done earlier when they had first sat down.

Felicity is about to protest, tell the waitress she has got the wrong idea about her, that she isn’t into girls, but the words freeze in her throat as the watress’s hand slides up quickly and her fingers find her smooth and still very wet pussy.

Felicity looks around in a slight panic, shocked that she is being felt up in even more of a public way than he had done to her. She’s relieved to see that the restaurant has emptied out now the lunchtime diners have all left, just a couple of tables still occupied.

“Don’t worry, no one can see us” the waitress tells her as Felicity looks back towards her, “well, no one except your man, and I don’t think he minds.” Felicity turns back towards him, seeing him still sitting and savouring the last of his coffee, but clearly watching still.

Still slightly nervous about being in such a public place, Felicity remembers his suggestion that she ask the waitress about somewhere private, but again the words don’t make their way out as fingers work their way inside her tight pussy.

“Fuck, you really are wet” the waitress tells us, as if Felicity wasn’t already aware of it. “I wonder if I can make you cum like he did earlier” she adds, as if challenging herself. She slides her other hand onto Felicity’s waist, and quickly spins her around, so that Felicity finds herself against the wall with the waitress directly in front of her. Except now Felicity is even more nervous about being seen as she is facing out to the tables, and right now her dress is being held up by the fact this other woman has her hand pushed under it.

“Yeah, let’s see what we can do with this sweet little thing” the waitress whispers as she leans in closer to Felicity, clearly not bothered that someone might spot what is happening. Her fingers begin to slide in and out slowly, twisting as they do to really stretch her pussy around them.

From her new position against the wall, Felicity looks out over the waitress’ shoulder, seeing him watching, smiling at her, clearly enjoying what he is witnessing. And seeing him looking on so avidly switches something on inside Felicity, as once more she realises she is doing this for him and not the woman who currently has three slim fingers working back and forth inside her soaked pussy.