Traffic was backed up on the highway, typical during a rain in the desert; No one here has any clue about driving in any sort of weather. We finally reached our exit, and I pulled onto the main road leading back to our neighborhood, as we began passing the shopping areas.
"I'm hungry," Ann stated flatly. "Let's get something to eat."
"Pick a place," I answered her.
"Here on the right, that steak place," she mentioned.
This family style steak place wasn't on my list of 'top favorites' and wasn't of 'birthday celebration' caliber, however by the way we were casually dressed, it was appropriate for tonight.
I parked and helped her out of the truck and escorted her inside through the driving rain. By the time we entered the restaurant, we were both soaked. Ann's white oxford clung to her breasts, had it not been for her red camisole underneath, she might as well have been naked. Her auburn hair was soaked; she gently shook it out, letting her natural dark curls take shape framing her face. We were seated at a booth in the corner of the restaurant, much quieter corner than the rest of the place.
The waitress was at our table a moment later, thoughtfully bringing a couple small towels for us to help dry ourselves off. She seemed to be about 18 or 19, closely cut blonde hair that was spiked on top. Her extremely petite figure, maybe a large A cup, tiny waist and small ass was obvious by her tight fitting clothing. She seemed to glance at me but took her time giving Ann the "once-over".
"I'm Alison!" her perky voice exclaimed, she glanced at me and back to Ann, "and I'm her to serve you....errr.....I'll be your server this evening." Ann chuckled, noticing the girls Freudian slip. Ann looked incredible, even if she was just in out of the rain. The waitress was gone in a flash and we quickly decided what to order.
"I'm still drenched," Ann mentioned. She removed her oxford, and was beginning to pat down her shoulders and arms to dry them, just as our cute little waitress returned. Ann's soaking wet camisole did nothing to hide her perfect C-cups, her iron hard nipples pushing through the thin fabric. Alison took notice as well, beginning to stammer through her next address.
"I thought you.....ah...might be....ready to...areola, I mean, order," she paused, blushing wildly, "I'll be right back!" she turned on her heel and was gone in a flash.
I laughed out loud. "Geez, baby, you think you could make the poor girl a little more nervous with those loaded weapons?"
Ann sneered back laughing "What do you mean, my Weapons of Mass Distraction?"
"Yeah!" I replied, "poor Alison is probably in the back trying to compose herself, I think she likes you!"
"Only one way to find out," Ann replied, and flashed me the devil's grin I've seen a couple times today. My cock throbbed in my jeans, just that look, with the rain glistening off her upper chest, and nipples staring straight at me, was enough to make me ready right here.
Moments later, Alison came back, she tried not to stare at Ann, but that only lasted a few seconds. Ann pretended not to notice.
"Sweety," Ann started in a casual tone, "can you recommend anything that'll warm a girl up? I've never been so wet in my whole life!" and smiley coyly at Alison.
I thought Alison was going to fall over herself. Her mouth fell open momentarily, taking all of my little Ann in, looking her up and down again, surely undressing her with her mind. Regaining her composure, she recommended the sirloin and garlic mashed potatoes, Ann ordered them, I ordered the same, all the while watching Alison's reaction to Ann's body.
Alison left, and without missing a beat Ann looked at me and quietly said, "geez hun, you'd think she'd never seen a pair of these before," and she pulled the top of her camisole down, exposing both her breasts to me right there in the restaurant. My cock leaped and was instantly hard, pressing against and straining the fabric of my jeans. Her perfect milky white breasts bobbled in my view her hard pink nipples staring back at me, all wet from the rain. My eyes must have popped out of my head momentarily, before scanning the room quickly; no one could see her but me. She smiled that devil's smile again and pulled her camisole back up. Covering herself as best as soaking wet silk can cover up anything.
My cock was raging in my pants, and I felt pressure against my jeans. I looked down to find a bare foot, Ann's foot, gently rubbing my cock through my jeans.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, "it doesn't take much to get you going now does it?"
My only reply was, "you know how quickly you can get me, and keep me hard." and I gave her my own grin.
She continued her pressure a little more urgently than before, running her soft foot against the rough, wet denim, my heavy cock trying to break free of the confines of the Levis. The sensation felt good, so good I was almost willing to drop my pants right there if she'd finish me, but I remembered what she said earlier, and I knew this was just a tease. I enjoyed her attention, stroking my cock with her foot, up and down my entire length, making sure to keep eye contact with me the entire time. Damn, I wanted to cum right then, she had me so hard, and my balls were boiling again. She could tell by my facial expressions and light moaning that she could have finished me.
Next thing I knew our food arrived, and the foot disappeared again. I was pretty sure Alison knew something was up from my facial expression at the moment she and I made eye contact, she just smiled and set our dinner on the table. We enjoyed ourselves, discussing everything from the last hockey game we watched to a light hearted debate on what band was a better concert.
