DInner with Denise

Before Gunnar knew it, it was time for Austen and Bronte's meeting, so he opted to make himself scarce by going to a favorite diner of his, a quiet spacious place where he was free to study so long as he kept ordering tea. He sat down in his favorite corner booth, surprised that only one other customer at the opposite end was there, and took stock of small but classy changes in the place, like tablecloths and candles. He studied the latest changes in the menu.

"Good evening! I'm Denise! How may I help you?"

Gunnar looked up and his order vansihed from his forebrain with an instant ZAMM! of simple lust. Even in a dowdy and conservatively-cut waitress uniform, this girl, whose nameplate did identify her as DENISE, had one kickin' bod. In particular, it took Gunnar a second to decide that, no, she was not smuggling cantaloups in her blouse. "Ahh ... " He felt embarrassed, and appreciated her clever smile, which seemed to say Yeah, I know I'm hot and you're checking me out but that's cool, because I think you're kind of cute yourself, so go right ahead. He made a modest order.

Keeping his mind on his book was tough with Denise around. When she refilled his tea, she had obviously unbuttoned her blouse wa-a-ay down and leaned wa-a-ay into him as she served. She startled him outright when she came back to refill his ice water, for suddenly her huge luscious knockers were there before him and he felt an electric surge of brute arousal throughout his body. He knocked the glass into his lap and they heard the bounce of the plastic glass.

"Please, sir, allow me to get that!" said Denise, and dove under the tablecloth.

Gunnar was surprised to hear a low quiet wolf whistle. A wolf whistle? Then he tensed as he felt hands explore his wet crotch, where his slacks were clinging to his straining erection. "Oh, FUCK!" came her soft hot whisper. He wondered what was going on. Evidently this Denise was a hot enough cockhound to fondle the cock of a stranger -- or to unbuckle and unzip it, which is exactly what she did. "Oh, FUCK ... it's AWESOME, it's a-MAY-zing!"

Perhaps, he thought -- but no less a-may-zing than her immediately givinh him a blowjob.