Your favourite restaurant

You’re shocked to find yourself inside of your favourite restaurant. You turn around in surprise to find the door behind you is clearly the bathroom door, and a quick look inside shows you it’s the same as it ever was. For a moment you’re worried that you may be going insane, but you decide to play it cool, at least for the moment.

Still weary of the entire situation, you make your way to the same table you always sit at. You find the usual single chair sitting in front of a big plate of spaghetti. With a sigh of confusion you seat youself; at least you’re getting a decent meal, afterall.

As you nibble absentmidedly at your food, you become aware of a vibe in the room. Something is different, you cant place it exactly, but the memory of your conversation with the strange man gives you hope.

The waitresses busily making their way around the room seem espescially different. Gone are the dress slacks, replaced instead with skirts than seem absurdly short for a work environment. Still, you can’t help but shamefully enjoy the view.

One waitress, a short brunette, with a skirt short enough to reveal her ass with each step, approaches a table with a pair of salads. The pair being served, an older woman with a severe look and a plain skirt/top combo, and a younger woman in a skimpy black dress, both of them blonde, watch her.

“I thought we would be waiting forever.” Says the older woman with a grimace, “Some service.”

“Don’t worry about it, mom.” Answers the younger woman, “Like I said, there’s more to the service here than the food.”

The older woman nods and begins eating, meanwhile, the waitress climbs down onto all fours. Wait, what?

The short cutie crawls under the table until only her rear end is visible; her short skirt gives you a clear view of her skimpy lace panties. A moment later the mother lets out a soft hiss and stops eating.

“What’s wrong, mom? Lost your appetite?” The daughter asks, grinning.

The only response is a sigh.

The daughter daintily works through her salad, stopping every few bites to enjoy the view. Despite the cool air in the restaurant the older woman is sweating and growing more red by the moment. Nobody in the room, other than yourself, seems to mind much at all. The ass sticking out from beneath the table wiggles as the waitress enjoys her work.

Suddenly the woman drops her fork; it hits the edge of her plate with a clatter, but nobody looks over. She grips the edge of the table with both hands, painted nails digging into the tablecloth. Her breathing grows labored and her head tilts back.

“I think, oh God!” She moans.

“Just let it go.” The daughter responds, clearly exited by the lewd display.

The older woman pants and shifts in her seat. Her ass slides forward and her head falls back, eyes rolling up into her skull.

“Oooh fuuuck, I’m coming so fucking hard!” She cries.

Her entire body seizes up, and stays that way for almost thirty full seconds. The ass peeking out from below jiggles frantically. Finally, when the climax ends, the woman collapses into her cushioned seat, shivering and drooling slightly.

The daughter takes a sip of wine then slides her chair back. Once she is free from the tablecloth she spreads her legs, exposing her bare pussy to the room as the waitress crawls over to her.

“Are you enjoying your meal?” Asks a voice.

You nearly leap out of your chair, afraid that you have been caught, but the waitress staring at you doesn’t seem to think anything of the strange situation.

“May I help you, sir?” She asks.