You want Laura, Suzie wants Nancy

“I was thinking about the blonde called Laura. It’s so hard to judge quality in a server from a picture, beyond a certain standard, but I’ve always enjoyed fuller lips. And you?”

“I’m still not sure,” she replied.

When the waitress returned with our drinks, Janice waved at me to go first.

“I’d like Laura, if she’s available,” I said.

“Certainly, sir. I’ll send her right over. And you, ma’am?” Suzie asked Janice.

“I think I’ll have the brunette, Nancy,” she ordered.

“Of course. I’ll go have the girls come over, and be back to take your lunch orders shortly,” the waitress promised.

When she was gone, I addressed Janice with some interest. “I must admit I’m a bit surprised,” I told her. “That you ordered a girl, I mean. I was sure I’d never heard….”

“Oh, I don’t normally go in for it,” Janice assured me. “I just enjoy it from time to time under the table, like this. It’s a totally different sensation, really. Have you ever tried it? A boy, I mean?”

“No, I haven’t,” I admitted. “I know most guys do at some point, if only to try it out, but I haven’t yet.”

“You should,” Janice encouraged. “Even if you’d never go for it personally, the occasional service from ‘the other side’ can be a fresh changeup from the routine.”

“Maybe I will, next time,” I allowed.

After a moment, our two servers arrived. After a polite greeting, they crawled under the table and I felt a pair of hands gently undoing my fly. A moment later I smiled and gave a contented sigh as the lovely blonde began to suck on my dick. It had been a good selection after all: she was quite skilled, and her full lips did feel excellent, particularly when they were kissing the head.

“How’s yours?” I asked Janice politely.

“Oh, excellent,” she said. “This is really a top-notch place.”

“I agree,” I said. “If the food’s as good as the service, I may be coming here almost every day for lunch from now on.”

“Almost every day?” Janice joked with a light laugh.

“Well … I could never give up Wednesdays at the Thai place down the block entirely,” I returned with an answering smile. “That one server they have over there—the girl with the short hair?—she’s a treasure.”

“Oh, you’re right,” Janice agreed. “I’ve tried her myself once or twice. You know, it’s been a while. I might have to go….”

Just then Suzie returned, and Janice trailed off so we could give our lunch orders. Janice went with the pasta special, and I decided on the salmon.

Janice I and chatted about work for a few minutes, then we both settled back in our seats quietly as our respective services headed towards their conclusions, and chatting became too distracting.

Janice made a few subdued sounds of satisfaction, then sighed and opened her eyes with a contented smile on her face. After another minute or so my own server finished me off, as well. After she skillfully swallowed the cum she milked from me straight down her throat, without letting any spill back onto my shaft outside her lips. She continued her oral ministrations for another minute, keeping my erection stimulated while allowing it to subside, before she sat back.

Seeing that I was done, Janice offered a smile. “The service is good here, isn’t it?” she commented.

“It sure is,” I agreed. “You know, if you’ll excuse me, I think I need to visit the men’s room.”

“Now that you mention it, I think I should go see the ladies’ room, too,” Janice said as I was standing up, and rose from her own seat as well.

We both headed back to the restroom, which turned out to be unisex. Inside the attendant greeted us and offered to hold Janice’s purse. Janice was approached by a young, black, male attendant who offered to assist her. She accepted his service, bringing him into a stall with her. I approached the bank of urinals, where two attendants stood, one at either side: a slim, attractive brunette girl on one end; and a tall, athletic young man on the other. Each greeted me with a smile.

“May either of us assist you, sir?” the young man offered.