The next date.

On their next date Mike was noticeably nervous: Sandra had instructed him to hit on any waitress he liked the look of. He soon spotted a raven black haired one, slightly bent over serving food a few tables across. He looked briefly at her scrumpscious ass before darting his eyes as if he were afraid to be caught doing something.

"Mikey. C'mon! We talked about this earlier" whined Sandra. "You need to be less shy about this. Go get a good look at her bottom. You clearly want to."

Michael hesitated before replying "I don't know, this just doesn't feel right..."

"May I get your orders" interrupted the very same waitress Mike was just looking at.

"I'll have a red wine please" answered Sandra.

"And what about you sir." The waitress added turning to a distracted looking Mike.

"Er. Um..."

"Is everything ok?" Asked the waitress.

"He's fine, he just really wants to have a good oggle of you, but is rather shy about it." Answered Sandra, leaving Michael looking around very awkwardly.

"Well, you don't need to be shy. I'm sure your interest in me is healthy. Anyway, what can I get you?"

"Can I have a coke please?" asked Michael.

"Ok, sir. can you say that again, but this time, try to remember my tits are down here." Replied the waitress, whilst cupping her breasts to make the point.

Michael gulped before turning his eyes downwards, before continuing. "I'll have a coke please."

"Certainly sir. And well done for staring at my tits. Anything else?"

"I think we'll need some time to decide on food." replied Sandra.

"Very well." Replied the waitress, before turning to Michael and saying. "Oh and please feel free to have a good look at my bottom as I go get your drinks." And with that she turned to fetch their drinks.

"See that wasn't so bad" said Sandra, after the waitress had turned the corner.

"I suppose not."

"What did you think of her ass?"

"It's very nice. Just such a shame it's covered with that uniform."

"Well, why don't you take it off then."

"Well, yes. But it's not like I should take it off right here."

"Actually, you know what, I think you..."

"Sorry to interrupt" said the waitress. "Here's your red wine Madam" she said handing it over. "And here's your coke. Now are you ready to order food? Oh and how are you finding my bottom, sir?"

"It's, er, very nice." stuttered Michael.

"That's not all you said to me. go on." Urged Sandra.

"Urm. I also said that it'd probably look better uncovered."

"Well, I suppose you'll have to take my skirt off then" replied the waitress with a wink.

"Anyway, I'll have the, urm." said Sandra, before briefly winking at Mike. And while the waitress's attention was turned Michael put his hands into the waistband of the waitress's skirt and tugged it down slightly- only to chicken out and quickly put his hands back in his lap. "I think a lasagne will go well with the red wine, please."

"Certainly, and sir. Sorry. What's your name?"

"Mike."

"Ok Mike, I'm Rebekkah by the way. Why did you stop pulling down my skirt? I mean we both know you want to see my bare bottom, and all, so why the hesitation?"

"I, urm. Sorry, I'm still not convinced this is ok." he said, although the other events of the evening didn't add up either, hence why he attempted what, had he thought about, he wouldn't have done.

"It's not just ok, it's good. From what I gather here, your girlfriend here seems to think you're getting a bit shy?" Sandra nodded. "And I think this kind of bold move will really please her."

Given that there was no way any of this would make sense in real life. Michael reasoned he must be in a dream. He decided to carefully put his fingers back into her waistband, and slowly pulled down. He turned to Sandra, who simply nodded encouragingly. He continued to pull the garment over her tight bottom. He glanced at the waitress who he was stripping; she simply smiled at him. He then continued to lower the skirt over her toned legs, before simply dropping it to the floor. To his surprise she then casually stepped out of it, whilst turning on the spot, then turning her head back and casually saying "There we go, see? That wasn't so bad. Is this view what you'd hoped for?". Michael looked around to find nobody in the pub was really paying attention. He wasn't sure whether to be surprised or not.

"It's much better, shame about the underwear though." Replied Mike, much more confident that this was all some wet dream. "It's good for women to not wear panties."

"I think you're right." Replied Sandra. She then turned to Rebekkah and said "Hey you should totally remove those panties."

"Agreed" responded Rebekkah, as she swiftly lowered her own and stepped out of them with practised precision before turning to Sandra and saying. "And what about you? What's your name?"

"Sandra. And yes, you're right. I should go remove my knickers now." She then turned to Mike only to be interrupted by Rebekkah.

"Yes you should. Sorry, you were going to say to Mike?"

Sandra turned back and took a moment to recall. "Ah yes. I'm going to visit the Ladies to remove my underwear. Now I'd hate to discourage you from doing anything, but I would like to see what you next do Rebekkah, so can you just wait for me?"

Mike was stunned. It's almost as if him saying that something was good to do, made everybody else think it was good to do. He decided to see if he could take this further. He figured he should use the exact same phrasing and see if it worked. "Actually, you know what. It's good for a woman who is wearing panties in public, to remove them right there in public, and apologise to the nearest man for having even worn them."

"He's right you know." Interjected Rebekkah.

"Ok" she responded before turning to Michael as she removed her shoes and said "I'm sorry for wearing panties." She then unbuttoned her jeans before sliding them off. Michael looked on in disbelief as she actually stepped out of them and started lowering her panties. As she finished taking them off, Michael overheard the conversation from the next table.

"Mum, I think you should remove your underwear as well if you have any."

He turned around to see to his sheer amazement, the Middle aged woman actually reaching under her skirt, whilst saying "You're right, I'm sorry."

"That's ok" the young man replied. "And well done for removing them."

Michael quickly turned back to his own table as the waitress asked "Sorry, did you place an order." He just caught Sandra pulling her jeans back up over her bare pussy.

Michael realised he hadn't thought much about it. He fancied something simple like a chicken tikka masala. He made his order before the waitress asked

"Anything else?"

The couple looked at each other before Michael turned to Rebekkah said "Just a quick shag if you don't mind."

"Ooh!" said Sandra as she smiled. "My dear Mikey is finally going to do it. Go on sweetheart. Get her good" she grinned.

Michael then looked to the waitress, who coyly smiled at him, and slightly bent herself over the table as if to make his entry just a bit easier. Michael took a deep breath before deciding that if anything too crazy happened in this dream, he'd wake up soon enough. He stood straight up and swiftly positioned himself squarely behind her and unzipped his trousers. He then paused before deciding to be extra bold and lowering them down to his ankles and exposing his bare buttocks. He then thrust into her smoothly, eliciting an "ooh!" from her. He looked around and still found no objections to his behaviour, but did hear the occasional chant of "Go on Lad!" and "Get her good!". He then looked to Sandra and she nodded encouragingly. Eventually he couldn't take the anticipation any further and began the classic back and forth motion that is the primal dance of two bodies seeking pleasure. His thrusting elicited so much pleasure in her that she couldn't help but moan. She also tenderly reached behind and to caress his face. Michael decided to respond by reaching under her blouse- under her bra, and having a nice feel of her tits, much to her delight. After what felt like hours her body tensed up and exploded in orgasm. Rebekkah then asked.

"Are you going to cum?"

To which Michael responded by simply grunting as he obviously came.

After the copulating pair caught their breaths, Sandra beamed on and looked at Michael and said "See, that wasn't so bad was it? And you still love me right?"

"Yeah I guess."

"You're such a romantic" teased Sandra, before giving Michael a passionate kiss. "You know, I'm going to have to masturbate to this later, unless you can get that hard for me when I get home..."

"Anyway" interrupted the now dressed waitress "Shall I get your mains?"

"Oh gosh! I feel quite hungry, yes please" said Michael.