I do...

It only took a second for me to realize that I hadn't knocked the water toward the waitress. I flinched reflexively as I felt the cold water pouring over the edge of the counter top onto my lap. In truth, it felt good to have the cold water running down over my stiffening cock; it provided a nice break from the hot afternoon air.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" the waitress said and she produced a rag. She stopped the water from flowing down onto my lap as I started grabbing handfuls of napkins and started mopping up the water from my jeans. She got the spill arrested and looked into my eyes; at least I think she did, I was busy paying attention to what I was doing and apparently my eyes had drifted to her cleavage practically spilling out of her chest. I couldn't help but take in the sight of her golden tanned skin sheening with sweat and flecked with dew drops of perspiration. The top of her lacy black bra cups were plainly in sight, and the whole thing made my dick jump.

"Don't worry about the napkins, sugar," she said huskily. "I'll be right back," she added and moved to the kitchen, her ass swaying behind her the the whole way...