I'm not an author, my pastime is making fictional, erotic stories.
This story builds over many months; covers most if not all categories of sexual activity.
Chapter 3
Mel's place is a combination bar and diner, this early in the evening, it's basically empty. It's a 2-story building, I sit at a table on the lower floor, my back to the wall, facing the bar. I order a small steak and a beer while chatting with my good friend Mel. Mel's a bit older than me, single, well built, friendly and generous.
Surveying the patrons, I look up to the balcony level above the bar and see a cute blonde in a short red dress eyeing me. I nod, she smiles broadly; shifts slightly in her chair to show me a side profile. I run my eyes admiringly over her alluring body, great legs, and abundant bosom. I offer her a large smile of acknowledgment, and a wink. She takes a sip of what looks like white wine; then lifts her glass in a toasting gesture.
Mel returns with food, as I hold up my beer in a return toast, he notices our interaction, and says "that's my new waitress Carmen, she just finished her first shift; stunning, sexy and a very pleasant personality."
She gestures; pointing to herself then to my table, I assume she is asking to join me. I approvingly nod. As she descends the stairs & crosses the floor towards me. I guess she's about 27, 5'8" maybe 120 lbs, she sways as a model would, one foot crossing completely in front of the other. She is attractive, round face, gorgeous smile, little dimples, well built, I would guess 34d, similar size to Mary but fuller rounder, a great figure. Blonde shoulder length hair, currently in a ponytail. Her red dress is low cut and shows ample cleavage; also, short enough to accentuate her shapely legs, covered with black fishnet stockings, low heeled black shoes. 'Marilyn Monroe comes to mind.'
I stand and pull back a chair.
"Hello," she touches my hand on the back off the chair. "Oh! a real gentleman." as she lowers herself onto the seat, I can see the frilly edge of a black bra. My mind is trying to find the best word to describe her, alluring, voluptuous, sexy, stunning, sensuous, ravishing, gorgeous all too cliche, she deserves a new, bolder word.
"Thanks for joining me Carmen, my name is Doug, Mel tells me you're his new waitress."
"Well far from new", she giggles,
"I am experienced, new here." she is fidgeting, nervous.
"And you are friends with Mel?"
"Yes, several years now, back when he ran a food truck, I married the woman who worked with him."
"You're married," with a noticeable hint of disappointment in her voice, she takes a sip of wine.
"Yes, I am" then a swig of beer,
"My wife's going to a swingers party tonight with a lesbian friend." I look directly into her dazzling blue eyes, wondering how she'll respond to that statement.
"I love my wife, she loves me, we enjoy sexual liaisons with others, often sharing them together." I see a glint of mischievousness, she relaxes, I continue.
"I strive to give true sexual excitement, resulting in gratification, for both partners, my ultimate satisfaction, is when my partner" I pause, looking directly into Carmen's eyes,
"Has what I call a 'Shake & Quake' orgasm." I see her smile enlarge on a quizzical face.
Mel arrives "so you two alright here? I'm glad you met, Doug is a genuine, great guy Carmen, best man I know" he chuckles.
"Thanks Mel, 2 more wine, please, another beer" I request.
"You worked today, would you like something to eat?" I look at Carmen.
"Well, what are you offering?" Explicitly flirting with me. She shifts in her chair, sitting sideways to the table, peering into my eyes. I glance at her legs, cut my steak into pieces. She recrosses her legs, exposing the top of her stockings clasped by a black garter strap, she runs her finger around the top of her wine glass, making a musical sound.
"I just thought you might be hungry; I'm eating, I don't want you to think I'm trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you on our first meeting" we both chuckle.
"Mel supplies workers with food, so I've had several appetizers today."
"So, Carmen, please, while I have my supper, would you tell me a bit about yourself."
"OK," she smiles, takes a gulp of the fresh wine,
"I am single, I love being a waitress, I was fired from my job last week, the owner caught his wife fingering me behind the bar" she pauses, her turn to gauge my reaction. I don't show any emotion,
