"White, table for two!"
The hostess peered around the waiting area at the Black Heron restaurant for her guests. No one made any movement or tried to get her attention.
"White, table for two!" she called again a little louder.
An arm shot up in the air.
"Here," replied a deep voice.
The hostess followed the voice to a man seated near the far windows, holding a glass of whiskey.
Alex White stood smiling at the woman; very tall, very handsome, and clothed in a dark blue collared shirt, tan pants and brown leather shoes. The smile the hostess returned to Alex had little to do with professionalism; Alex's presence, his bulging muscles, beautiful dark eyes and wide smile had a tendency to make hearts flutter, as it was doing now.
A woman the hostess took for his wife rose next to Alex.
Danny Christiansen stood significantly shorter than her boyfriend, the top of her head somewhere around the middle of Alex's broad chest. Tonight she wore a set of black suede peep-toe heels that did nothing to detract from her dimensions.
Now around halfway through her pregnancy, her babies were making their presence known. Her little belly was not so little any more, pushing out in front and pulling her cream coloured linen dress tight. While it was thin enough that the tiny mound of her belly button was visible through then material, there was little give in it, and so clung tight to her figure. Her waist had not been entirely lost with her growing proportions, tapering up to her expanding chest. She had increased better than a cup size, as evidenced by the voluminous pale cleavage she had proudly on display, visibly bouncing as she stood.
Her movements were slightly off as she came up to standing, a bit off balance, her knees just a little too far apart . The hostess reasoned that the woman must still be getting used to her size. And the delicate flush across Danny's face, she reasoned, must have been due to the discomfort of growing new life inside of herself. The hostess took another look at Alex and felt her heart pound slightly once more. Maybe that wasn't the only reason this woman was having trouble walking...
The hostess motioned toward the restaurant. "This way please."
Alex put out an arm for Danny, a gentlemanly gesture rather any need for assistance, and they followed the hostess to their table.
"I must apologise Mr. White. I know you requested a table by the window, but we are unfortunately fully booked tonight. All we have left is one in the middle of the room," apologised the woman.
"Oh," started Danny, "Can we..."
"That will be fine," said Alex, looking about the restaurant with his hands in his pockets.
Danny's face flushed deeper. "...Yes, that's fine," she finished.
"Okay, well I can let you know if another table becomes available that we can move you to, if you would like," continued the hostess.
"That would be lovely," replied Alex.
The hostess motioned them to a table situated just off centre of the dining room space. The tables to either side of them were separated by nearly four feet, and each one was covered in a floor length rose-cream coloured linen table cloth. Each table was set neatly with two sets of knives and forks, a soup and dessert spoon, and two plates, one smaller, one bigger, stacked on each other, as well as a glass for red wine, one for white, and one for water. For the amount of equipment on the table, there was still enough space that they did not feel crowded as they sat down.
"Your waitress will be with you shortly," said the hostess, giving a perfunctory bow of the head, and a quick eye up and down Alex, before walking back to her station at the front of the restaurant.
Alex looked around. Black Heron was one of the swankier restaurants in the city area. The dining space could comfortably seat a hundred guests, another sixty in the standing room only hire space off to the right, and a few more in the whiskey bar to the left.
The name gave an idea of the theme that would be found inside: the modern styling was dominated by blacks and dark tones, balanced by the warm rose-cream colours found in the décor and wallpaper. The focal point of the dining room was a large depiction of a black heron readying to take flight on the textured wallpaper of the exposed feature wall at the front of the room. Overall the impression was given that this was a tasteful, sophisticated place to dine and enjoy a well put together meal.
Danny slapped Alex on the hand. "Ass," she hissed at him.
Alex smiled. "You didn't like that?" he asked innocently.
Danny let out an exasperated breath. "I'm already swimming in my thong, I don't need you helping me to embarrass myself in front of the hostess!"
Alex smiled at his girlfriend broader.
True, something about the pregnancy hormones surging through her body made Danny uncontrollably aroused and constantly wet. Alex and Danny had always had a sexual relationship that they considered understanding, free and satisfying, but Danny seemed to be pushing even those boundaries lately. At home, they could be on the lounge watching the news, and Danny would put her hand down her pants, fingering herself to orgasm while the weather was being forecast. Many morning's she would wake up and make herself cum immediately, most nights she would make herself orgasm in bed once or twice before dozing off with Alex beside her, as though it was just part of her nightly ritual. And on plenty of occasions, Alex woke to her furiously rubbing one more out in the middle of the night before snoring in her pillow again moments later.
Most days she had to change her underwear once about midday and again before bed, simply because the amount of leaked pussy juice made it uncomfortable to continue wearing them, as well as too horny.
All pregnancy seemed to do to Danny was make her want to cum, and while she was displaying an increasing exhibitionist streak that worried him on occasion, Alex was becoming more than happy taking advantage of the situation. All signals from Danny so far said she wanted him to as well.
Their waitress appeared before Danny could berate Alex further. She was young, skinny, no curves to her body to speak of and a very slight bust, but big green eyes, full cheekbones, a lovely set of lips, and a head of thick brown hair that had flecks of blonde throughout, currently up in a messy bun.
"Good evening, my name is Johanna and I will be your waitress this evening. Can I start you off with any drinks?" she asked. Her speech was flawless, but her slight inflection said she was either German or from one of its neighbours.
Alex spoke for the both of them. "My partner is happy with water, but I will have another whiskey on the rocks."
Alex and Johanna talked through a list of the house whiskeys before she walked away. When she came back with his drink, Johanna talked through the menu as she poured water for Danny.
