I went out with some of the folk at the agency I work for this evening and we went into town. Specifically, to a little restaurant that I like - and I like it because of a certain waitress who works there. She & I have a bit of history, namely that we met in a pub one night, got talking, she'd just broken up with her boyfriend and wanted some rebound sex and hey, I never turn down an opportunity. But that night, as great as it was, is another memoir altogether.
Let's just say that she was fucking gorgeous. Medium height, good toned body, nice full natural tits and a great arse and really good legs and feet. She always smelled nice, always tasted nice and she gave me one of the best handjobs I've ever had. Brunette too, which is how I tend to like my one-night-stand-kinda ladies, if that makes sense (P is a blonde).
She was on tonight, much to my relief and her face lit up when I went into the restaurant. She kept smiling at me, as my colleagues and I pored over the menu and she did that wonderful, sexy thing that women do - she kept biting her lip. And I knew enough about her, to know that she was horny.
When it was time to order the drinks, I offered to go to the bar and she came over.
"How are you?" I asked, "doing okay?"
"Single," she said, "how about you?"
"On and off," I said. "Off currently though."
She smiled and bit her lip again. I was getting hard just watching her.
"At the top of the stairs is a door marked 'staff', it's our bog. Go upstairs in five minutes, I'll be there."
"You're on," I said.
I got the round in, excused myself and went up the stairs. The door was locked, so I knocked.
"Morg?"
