On Friday night, Ashley Stevenson looked over the men in the hotel dining room where she works as a waitress, imagining herself romping in bed with first one of the men who was sitting by himself at a table, then another and finding some good qualities in every one of them. She had hopes of taking a man home for some hot sex or, better yet, going to the hotel room of a guest. Such a trysting place would be much more luxurious than her own small apartment and easier to reach.
With her long blonde hair, blue eyes and fair complexion, Ashley expected to have no difficulty persuading a man to join her in one place or the other. Beautiful as her face is, the horny waitress's body is even more alluring, with her succulent breasts and large curvy ass, which she knows most men prefer in a sex partner. Fashion designers might extoll the beauty of their broomstick models but Ashley thinks of all of the designers as being gay and having no idea what turns on real men such as those she seeks every night in the dining room where she works.
It was getting late and she still hadn't made up her mind when a tall, athletic looking man with brown hair and a bushy brown mustache walked in. He was young and seemed to be in good condition and, most important, he was there by himself. Ashley didn't care if he was married or not, as long as there was no wife with him to spoil the fun. Some people like threesomes and so does she, as long as the other two are men. The mustache meant something too. She was aware it would not necessarily mean he liked eating pussy but she knew, from her own experience, that going down on a woman is usually a favorite sexual activity of mustachioed men.
Before going to his table, she smoothed her tight dress over her hips and ass and unfastened the top two buttons to let the prospect get the best look at her big breasts as she could give him then. The tactic worked as well as she could have hoped. Justin Fisher looked at the beautiful waitress and smiled. He liked women who look like her, blonde and bosomy and fair-complexioned, and he thought about the possibility she might like to join him in his hotel room later. Although she was not wearing a wedding ring, he had no expectation of such a thing happening but he took pleasure from the thought. He liked it even more when the hotty bent over, unnecessarily, to hand him the menu, giving him an excellent view of her lovely white breasts.
"Good evening, Sir. My name is Ashley and I will be serving you this evening. Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked.
"Thank you, Ashley. Just a glass of water please."
She left, swinging her hips provocatively, and returned a minute later with a glass of iced water. Justin was still perusing the menu, unsure of what he wanted to eat in the dining room but thinking it wouldn't be able to match the joy of eating what was at the apex of Ashley's thighs. He still didn't think he should come on to her but he believed he would have a fair chance of success if and when he did. Once more he watched her lovely ass sway as she walked away before deciding what he would order from the menu.
The dining room was not very busy that late in the evening and Ashley watched as the desirable young man closed his menu and set it aside. Order pad in one hand and pen in the other, she returned to his table to write down his choice, smiling when his selection included fried oysters.
"I hope you can think of something nice to do with those oysters after you're through eating," she said while grinning knowingly.
"Oh, I'm sure I will."
"I'm sure you will too and you won't have to look very hard or very far for the right person to do it with." She returned to her station and made herself look busy and watched while her choice for the night finished his meal.
Ashley served the few other diners who were present and watched while her chosen man for the night slowly ate his oysters. The other men were with their wives or other women or were too old to interest her so she was committed to either leaving with the brown-haired man or going home by herself. When he finished, she waited a few more minutes so as not to rush him and sauntered back to his table. Before going, she unbuttoned the last buttons on her dress, meaning she had to hold the sides together with one hand while she concealed herself with the dessert menu. She did not believe there was any advantage to being coy that evening.
"Would you care for some dessert?" As she spoke, she was handing him the menu and bending over with her dress wide open in order to give him the best view yet of her breasts, which were barely covered by her skimpy bra and by nothing else.
That confirmed what he had suspected but Justin was still cagy and knew he needed to protect himself. "Yes, I would, and what I want is you but first I need to ask you something. Please don't take it personally. First, are you a working girl and second, are you a cop?"
To Ashley, those were reasonable questions because she knew the man had to protect himself. "No, I'm not a hooker and I'm not a police decoy. I'm just a girl who likes to have some fun after she gets off work."
"That's good, because I can see we'd like the same kind of fun. My name is Justin Fisher and I'm in Room 327 if you want to come by after closing." He looked around and saw that only a few other diners were still present. "I'm sure that'll be pretty soon."
"In about thirty minutes so I should be there in about an hour. And, I'm glad you believe in being safe because I do too."
"In all things. And I think I'll save my appetite for sweets until you're in my room."