5.08.2008
- We were sitting in the bar, attempting to grab food before more important things. I had my nose buried in my laptop, trying to finish work before the weekend, when I noticed the waitress eyeing you.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as she stood at the bar with her friends, peeking at you. I admired the view as much as you when she strutted by on her way to other tables. Perfect little apple cheeks. The important ones, of course. Long straight hair brushed the top of them, waving back and forth in time with her pendulum hips. Apples indeed...ripe for a bite.
"Scrumptious, isn't he?" I asked with a conspiratorial wink when she brought our food.
Blushing, she dropped my plate the last 3 inches and ran. Literally.
I snickered. Why is it that girls assume the worst?
You sighed. Long suffering. Knowing I'll have my fun, and it knowing it will be worth it for you to wait. Patiently.
Knowing your part, you leave quickly, giving the waitress your best come hither look as you gracefully exit stage left.
I sit at the table. Waiting. Patiently.
Eventually she comes round again, no pendulum hips this time, but a subdued and unenthusiastic saunter, knowing that leaving the check was going to be an unpleasant prospect.
I have the bills waiting for her, and stand up quickly as she stops, surprising her.
"He is scrumptious, you know. All over." I pause, but not long; she's very close to fleeing my grasp. "You are to, darling. Quite...delectable. You know, I have quite a little thing for watching him take luscious little things like you up to my office. I think I'll find it quite enjoyable to watch your heavenly little face writhe in ecstasy on the cold hard wood, watching the city lights play over both your faces, knowing anyone looking up would find the view just as erotic as I do"
I leaned forward, watching her face the whole time. She grew pale, then flushed. Her breath came quicker, and her plump little lip got caught on one white white tooth. As I went on, I lowered my face slowly to her ear
"And after you can't take it anymore, and you've collapsed onto that cold desk, grateful for the support, knowing those long legs won't hold you up...then I'll come up behind you. He will watch as I kiss those back of those adorable knees. Up those long, smooth thighs, to that candy apple ass. I might have to take a nibble there, you know. I'm sure you won't mind, would you? After all, how are you going to stop me? Then up to those delightful hips...they are quite perfect, you do know that, don't you? I'm sure I'll be able to convince you to turn over, let me stick my hot tongue in that angelic little belly button, won't I? And up to those hard, hot nipples, so glad of the warmth of my mouth after that hard desk? And oh, I'm going to cover this graceful, smooth neck, and I think I'll end up right..." I flicked my tongue out over her earlobe "Here."
Abruptly, I straighted, and stepped back. Reaching around her, I grabbed my purse, pulled out my phone, and looked at her expectantly.
"May I have your number?"