Interrupted, but...

"Oh, Melissa, I didn't see you come in, sweetie," the waitress says as she bops back to the table. I'd swear there was another button undone...

Reflexively I started closing my legs, but the foot rubbing my crotch refused to be trapped. It pushed my thighs apart wider and started massaging my cock as it grew down my inner thigh. I was too entranced in the skimpy outfit of the redhead and the impressive cleavage on display from the waitress to be bothered to notice if she was watching or not.

"Looks like you made yourself at home as normal," the waitress said, breaking me out of my tit-flesh driven lust-trance. Melissa giggled and was stroking my cock's entire length, fondling the head with her surprisingly nubile toes. I managed to look up and saw that the waitress was watching the show.

"Well, Eric here didn't seem to mind, and he was looking for company," the redhead shot back quickly.

"Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"

"Well, you always know what I like to eat," the redhead said with a lusty twinkle in her eye. I looked at the waitress quickly and I saw her heart jump in her chest and she blushed while failing to stifle a grin. "As for the drink, I'll have water. I'd hate to get too full to enjoy my meal later," Melissa added.

I felt her toes travel up and start fumbling with the snap on my jeans. The waitress's eyes watched, drinking in the scene and she licked her lips. It was just then I noticed that the redhead had slipped one of her hands down under the table...