Whoa, take a breath! Look around the restaurant first, at least.

Your head still feels light as your feet take you around the restaurant.

The wait staff is as gorgeous as you anticipated. You never thought of the waitress' aprons as cute until you saw them sitting below naked female chests, little pens sticking out. Most of the men are staring same as you; the young women must be used to it. You hadn't made any wish to change male behavior, after all, and seeing young flesh on display might be more normal here, more everyday and less taboo, but would still be enticing to most men and some women. Maybe even a little taboo and extra enticing by the fact that women not eighteen to nineteen still apparently preferred to clothe their bodies. You see one older woman shoot her husband an angry look as his waitress left; he had been grinning and staring, hardly meeting the waitresses eyes with her chest on full display.

Their young waitress had been a pretty black girl with an unbelievably athletic young body. She has a flirtatious smile and laughs easily when she talks to her customers, occasionally brushing a shoulder with her hand or getting extra close, but you notice her smile drops when she turns away; shifting instantly into a slightly bored, slightly pissed look. It is all an act for tips.

Your groin stirs as you consider fucking her tight, dark body until she really has something to be pissed about, but you tear your eyes away and look for others.

Kindly helping the blushing busboy clear her table, a topless brunette makes her own rounds. She has a kind face, and doesn't flirt so much but when she flashes a smile you can tell it is far more genuine than her black co-worker. She is slightly curvy in all the right ways and her full, youthful breasts sway gorgeously as she walks. In time, if she didn't watch it and put on more weight, she might turn too heavy; but for now she looks amazing.

The growing, lusty, dark part of you wonders how nice she will be when you have her pleading on the floor or out back in the alley, your penis buried in those sweet lips. Will the busboy still blush around her if you **** her right in front of him?

The final topless employee you see is a hipster-styled chick with dyed black hair in a pseudo-Elvis hairdo, with a more female twist. Her body is beautifully inked and her ears and eyebrows liberally pierced. Her nipples even sported studs, proudly displayed at her workplace. Her breasts are almost as big as the brunette's, but they sit even higher and her waist is much tighter. Her makeup is heavy but flawless, enhancing her features rather than masking them. She is a walking, breathing work of art. She smiles appropriately at her customers, but mostly seems all business, working efficiently at her job, aloofly ignoring the stares her attention-grabbing body gets.

She must know that she's putting on a show, so why the casual, business-y front? You're rock-hard now as you consider taking her and showing her how frustrating her contradictory demeanor is, **** that haughty attitude right out of her.

All the other employees you see have a top on or are male, but looking around at the customers a table catches your eye. A girl with copper-colored curly hair and freckled shoulders has her naked back to you. Her younger brother is laughing and taking pictures of his topless sister with his phone, to her apparent distress. She tries several times to grab at the phone, unsuccessfully. While she is grabbing she turns and you get an impression of a lovely young freckled face and blue eyes, pink nipples, a pale slim body, and a mostly-flat chest. Across the table her father says something angrily, and the mother crosses her arms. The brother puts the phone away and the family continues with their meal. He sticks out his tongue at his sister, teasing her, and she childishly sticks out her tongue right back at him.

You have to stop from touching yourself as you realize, pervertedly, you could **** this girl right here and her loving, quarreling family wouldn't be able to do a thing about it.

You haven't checked the more-private booths yet, where dating couples were more likely to be and where there might be other women... but with the buffet of goodness before you, do you really need to?