FOREPLAY
My wife and I have the same taste, in almost every respect. We love the same food, the same wine, the same outfit style, the same vacation resorts, the same people. In our hometown, the "Rider" was our favorite hangout.
It was there where we met Sue. That she was called Sue was written on her name badge. Only much later we learned about her last name - but who'll care about the last name with a woman like her.
With respect to Sue, my wife and I had the same opinion, too. The new waitress was attentive, cheerful, wild awake (and, we were sure, really wild when the occasion came). She had sweet lips, broad cheekbones, long, black hairs, long, black-stockinged legs and exactly the right amount of flesh to produce exciting curves. The elastic force of her movements ignited the fire of our imagination and promised joyful bliss to everybody who would join forces.
And, again, we had the same opinion: this was a woman where we would not rest with promises. Even without the peek we exchanged we were sure to have the same idea: That woman knew what she wanted - we only had find our IF she wanted.
This evening, there were not much people in the diner. I slipped a remark about this when Sue brought us the menu. She pointed outside through the large windows: "Well, at this rainy weather, people prefer to stay at home." She could have ended here, but she continued: "Forecast says that it will stay like this the whole week - and I've my free day tomorrow."
If she would have had somebody with whom to stay in bed the whole day, she hadn't said it with such a sorrow tone. At least that was the conclusion which my wife and I drew. Both being optimistic, we took it as an encouragement, without Sue's knowing.
My wife opened the game, she likes to do it. When Sue asked the first time about our wishes, she pondered about "apples which look pretty good" (with a secret side glance into Sue's plunging neckline). Sue was slightly confused, as there was not a single apple dish on the menu. I gently waved here away with the remark that we would need a little more of... Maybe she already had second thoughts already then - we always forgot to ask her.
When she took our orders, we confined our flirt attempt to glances and smiles. There was still plenty of time to continue with our verbal hints to what we were really fond about.
We got our starters quite quickly. When Sue brought them to our table, my wife risked another (rather deep) glance into Sue's neckline and commented: "That's looking really delicious..."
Maybe Sue did not realize the glance, maybe she ignored it, she asked quite innocuously: "You like it?"
"We like very much what you're presenting to us..."
I set up a smile while hopefully did not disclose what I had got of the scene (I got everything!) and asked politely: "Did I miss something?"
My wife smiled back in secret conspiracy and replied with her special intonation: "Yes, my dear, I suppose you did."
My response was directly addressed to Sue: "I hope I'll get a second chance."
My wife and I often play the game like this: I'm the innocent one, she's the mysterious seducer. Sue looked back, first to me, than to my wife, without knowing what to think about us. At least, she started thinking about us.
As she picked up the empty plates, she seemed at least halfway decided to accept our flirtations. Well, initially it was mainly my wife's flirting - a wordless flirt between her eyes (part amused, part seducing) - and Sue's eyes, which twinkled when she retorted the peek. The longer her smile lasted, the more whimsical it got.
And her smiles and her peeks took a little bit longer than necessary for politely removing the plate (woman first, of course!) - long enough for my wife to glance into Sue's cleavage and back into her eyes, which twinkled even more by realizing it. Her lips forgot the cold politeness of a professional waitress and looked by then much warmed and voluptuous.
I'm not sure about that but I think I already saw Sue's tip of the tongue to part her lips the first time this evening. (Not the last one.)
Evidently, she felt attractive in her role, even as she didn't really make out what role it was. Maybe she still thought flirting with another woman was harmless, a playful entertainment, not more. She would learn to know better.
When Sue turned around to pick up my plate, I tried to copy my wife's intense glare, but she's a real master whose perfection I will never accomplish. Sue, however, had mercy with me and returned the glance out of her dark eyes, impartially and with the same intensity as with my wife.
I added an approving remark about her nice pendant. The most remarkable about her pendant was that her bowing forward into my direction placed it exactly in front of her breasts. Sue must have realized that I had glanced right into her cleavage when making the remark.
"Do you agree?" I addressed my wife.
"Sure," she confirmed, "and it comes with an equally pleasant background..."
I forgot to mention the leather benches running along the walls of the "Rider" diner. (In our opinion, this is one thing ANY good diner should have.) My wife had taken her place on the bench, and I joined her between the courses so that our eyes could follow Sue through the whole room.
She seemed to be a little bit excited about us when she brought the soup. She appeared even more attractive to us, and in most cases this is a clear indication of a mutual attraction. When she placed the soup plate on the table, her hand slightly touched that of my wife who pretended to grab the spoon. It sent sparks into both of her bodies.
After finishing the soup, we placed the plates on one end of the table. For picking them up, Sue would have to bend across the whole table, and as she did it, her shirt clutched tightly over the breathtaking bulge of her ass. She must have noticed our excitement, it couldn't be otherwise. And we had the sure sensation that she had the same fun as we had.
When the main courses arrived, my wife was busy to turn down one of her friends which had called on her mobile phone. Hillary was one of these annoying people who called at any time and repeated the call every five minutes if it was not picked up. I never understood my wife's indulgence of this acquaintance - no physical attraction, for sure, otherwise my wife would have told me.
Sue placed the platters between my wife and me on the table, and now it was my turn to make a pass. Hearing my frivolous remark, she seemed to be slightly alarmed, but, interestingly, she was concerned about: "But your wife..."
My wife was absorbed by silly Hillary's endless talking, or maybe she wasn't? - anyway, she would have approved my answer: "She likes you, too!" Maybe this was the point where Sue finally got an idea what it was all about.
She made a more thoughtful impression to us when we observed her over our main courses - hopefully, it was this idea she thought about.
