Talk to the waitress

Her leggings were dark and see-through. They covered every inch of her long legs. Her dress was coal-black, like the outfit you usually wore when you are conducting a contract. It was also cut slightly above her knees, which made gave her a more attractive appearance. The white apron she wore had pens and pads hanging from it, as you'd expect from a waitress. Her honey-colored hair was in a proud ponytail. She turned her back briefly to help another guest of the restaurant. Now that her back was turned, it allowed you to adore her large, round ass without having to lean an inch off your seat. You've seen her face a couple of times already, but now that she was closer and you were focused more intently on her. Your eyes met again, confirming your vague memories of her being stunning. She also looked older than Delilah. She was a fully matured woman, but indeed not yet out of her 20's.

What caught your attention was her eyes; they were wicked! They were two colors. While her right was bright green, the left was shining clear and vivid like the sky at noon. The waitress's chest was bold and prominent. If caught staring at her breasts in her black dress uniform, you'd use the yellow smiley face on her breast pocket as an excuse since it was so shiny and inviting. Not that you'd have to worry, the way she looked at you was an open invitation to look at her for in whatever manner you desired.

You were close enough to hear her voice, which had a thick accent of which you heard before. It was something European, which indicated no local as many of the other girls around here. You couldn't pin it...Scandinavian? She was a little hard to understand, ironically now that you were listening to her voice more carefully, but still found it soothing for some untold reason. The liquid in your glass had long been gone. Your warm lips caused some of the ice to melt, allowing the melt to moisten your lips as you thought on your actions.

When the waitress was finished with the table beside yours, she returned her gaze upon you. She was seriously looking at you up and down. She licked her lips sensually and gave you a confident stare. Your heart skipped a beat - you knew she had some crazy thoughts running through her mind too, but she was waiting for you to make the first physical move. You gave a hidden glance over at Delilah; she seemed fine - she looked more than just reasonably happy with her meal, but she was nowhere near finishing it. You cleared your throat before calling out Delilah. She perked up and looked at you, giving you a gentle smile before she tilted her head in question. Your spinning mind was used to lying, so this was easy. "I have to use the bathroom," you told her, getting up from the table. She nodded. "I'll be back soon."

You turned on your heel, expecting to be a few inches away from the waitress, but instead, you missed her turning away from the table. Your eyes shot around the room, just nearly missing her going to where the bathrooms were. A plan quickly hatched in your mind. It was devilish and clever - to you, but others, perhaps not. You removed yourself from the dining room. You looked at Delilah, feeling almost no guilt for leaving her to have fun with someone else. Delilah was a virgin until recently; she couldn't please you the way your dick and body wanted.

By the time you hurried over the hallway where the bathrooms were, the waitress that had been teasing you with stares had seemingly vanished out of thin air. But without a doubt, she was around here somewhere, just out of sight. Your senses told you that she was near. But the further you walked down the hall, the less likely it seemed. Both the men’s and women's bathrooms were out of order, leaving one possible retreat for her to be in—the singular unisex bathroom. You touched the handle, touching it wasn't locked, and pressed it open. It was there, you found her. She was standing in front of a mirror adjusting her dirty blonde hair out of its ponytail as she swiped some of the makeup away from her cheeks and lips with a napkin. She turned to face you; her lips curled into a sexy grin.

"Oh~ silly me. it seems I have forgotten to lock the door." She leaned against the sink and puffed her chest out. "Do be a favor and lock it for me?"