I have seen so many misdirected and misused young women in my long active life, that I often just ignored them. I was building a house near the IHOP and both breakfast and evening meals were convenient there. The lovely young female, still searching for identity, had waited on me for a week now. We had talked and teased every day. I was getting a sense of her unfulfilled sexuality and the frustration she lived with. Tonight her body was tense and her hormones were surging. She needed to belong and serve. She was slow coming back to take my order.
"Lean against the support post with your back to the restaurant. Spread your legs wider."
I could see in her eyes the question, "Why am I doing what he is telling me?"
"For tonight I will have .........." While she wrote my order, I rubbed up inside her knees and on the inside of her thighs. When I gave her my last requests for dinner I stroked over her panty covered pussy.
"When you bring my salad, do not have on these panties. When you bring my entree, make sure your fingers are wet with the taste of your pussy and feed your juices to me. When you ask me if I want dessert, stand with your legs apart so I can feel how hot and wet you are."
The nineteen year old, well-proportioned, girl-next-door, blond, was too nervous to talk but she followed instructions through serving my salad. I ran my hand up between her thighs. She opened them for me, to proudly let me feel her naked, smoothly shaved pussy. I slipped a finger between her tiny lips, pushed into her wetness and then pulled my finger out to slide circles over her still covered clit. Her body shuddered.
"Thank you for putting my dressing on the side."
She did not say "You are welcome," but in a way her body almost curtsied.
I saw her talking with another waitress and that other waitress delivered my entre.
My playmate returned to me to ask about my desert.
"My entre was incomplete."
She blushed and tried to hide behind the post and winged edge of my bench's back. Her eyes were wild and filled with panic but her legs were slightly spread in anticipation of being pleased.
"I understand that you are young and could not give me the special nectar I ordered. May I just have a scoop of ice cream for dessert?"
She served me with her left hand and her right hand was clutched in a fist and hidden behind her back. She glanced around and extended her two middle fingers toward my lips. They glistened and a strand of wetness strung between them. I let her push them into my mouth and I sucked.
"No desert will live up to the taste of your sexy body."
Her hand trembled as she took it from my lips. Already I had a few drops of ice cream on my fingertips to push across her clit and into her wet hot pussy. Her body pulled back from the cold.
"I bet you could guess what I would really like to eat for desert?"
She was beet red, gasping, trying not to thrust into my finger. She was not used to having her g-spot massaged. Her legs were weak, when she backed away from my hand and scurried away from my table.
Another waitress brought my bill but my beauty rang me out when I left.
She looked at the fifty I pressed into her hand in trade for my change.
"When are you scheduled to work again?"
She hesitated before she answered, "I'm off tomorrow but I have the breakfast shift on Thursday."
"Will you wait on me at breakfast on Thursday? I understand it is the most important meal of the day."
Her eyes sparkled. She wanted to be naughty. She just did not know how or if she should.
"I'll dream of you until then; just leave the panties off."
When she took my order on Thursday morning, I pushed a finger into her very wet and slippery sheath.
"I'm sorry my boyfriend......"
"Did he please you? Did he stretch you? Did you cry out when you came?"
She blushed.
"Is most of this wetness you or him?"
"Him."
"I will go wash. You do the same before you come back to me with my breakfast."
When I checked out that morning I whispered to her, "Since early this morning, I dreamed of tasting you. You had another man's cum in you. That is not my thing. Someday you will spread her for me and I will taste you directly from your pussy's swollen red lips."
About four days later, our breakfast schedules matched again.
"Where should I sit so you will serve me?"
"Same place as before."
"I like establishing a tradition and learning how to please you."
Her body enjoyed my banter.
When she came to take my order, I asked, "Will I feel your boyfriend this morning?"
"No."
I worked her g-spot slowly while I gave her a long complicated order. She knew what to expect now and thoroughly enjoyed the feelings in her body and fear of being caught. I did not get what I ordered but it was close enough. I too had enjoyed feeling her young cunt suck on the two fingers I thrust into it. I enjoyed the wild look in her eyes and the tremble in her body that she struggled against. I enjoyed leaving her close and frustrated. I knew she would finish herself in the bathroom after I left.
The next evening my lovely was on at seven when I staggered in, dead tired.
My entre was country fried steak that night. When she served it, I asked, "When will you let me take you out for a great dinner?"
