**This is a totally fictitious short story, concocted entirely from my imagination. It isn't a novel, or a book. There are no chapters. I write these as an outlet for my filthy thoughts. If you are looking for something of substance... you will not find it here. If you are looking for a straight to the dirty stuff story, then this is for you. Enjoy.**
As a single woman, moving to New York with dreams of being on Broadway was perhaps foolish but I had to try. When my money ran out, I took a job waitressing at an upscale restaurant that only opened for dinner and only for the very affluent, which allowed me to still keep auditioning during the day. It was a good job, the tips were always great and the men were always confident, which was a turn on for me. I knew I had an exotic look, with my black shoulder-length hair, darker Mediterranean complexion and almond shaped big brown eyes and my slim waistline. My uniform consisted of a tight white button up collared blouse and a short black wrap around skirt with the slit high up on the side, showing off plenty of leg. One slow night, a tall serious-looking handsome brown haired guy in a tailored Armani suit came in. He was seated at a booth in my section and I made my way to him after he perused the menu.
"Hi, my name is Kira. I'll be your server this evening." I smiled at him as he evaluated me from head to toe, his dark blue eyes lingering over my full breasts. "Can I start you off with a drink?" I smiled at him.
"Scotch, on the rocks." His voice was thick and deep, and his accent sounded European.
"Great, I'll be right back." During the course of his dinner, he found many ways to have me constantly at his table. He dropped things, had questions, usually about me and needed many refills of ice for his scotch. I found him extremely sexy and his attention was making me flirty and horny. I deliberately found ways to lean close to him, flashing my cleavage and my hard nipples started poking through the white shirt of my uniform. I could feel his eyes on me like lasers, and I felt my pussy swell in response. I wasn't wearing any underwear, and my judgment was being clouded by the delicious tingles inside my warming cunt. I sashayed away from him to get another refill of scotch, and I knew his eyes followed me. I quickly adjusted my wrap skirt, so that the slit was now barely covering my smooth pussy mound. With a wicked gleam in my eye, I turned to walk back to him from the bar, watching his eyes peruse my form as I slowly approached. His gaze stopped at the slit in my skirt and I saw his mouth quirk up slightly in a smile. I stood right next to him and bent slightly over to put his drink down. I glanced down and saw a bulge in the crotch of his tailored slacks, and I smiled up at him. As I was turning to leave, he caught my hand.
"Wait." He almost whispered, in that deep sexy voice. I turned to him, he released my hand and immediately angled me so that my back was blocking his actions. He used one finger to lift the front of the slit slightly, exposing my pussy slit to his eyes. I stood still, my whole body vibrating and alive wanting him to touch me desperately. He gently traced his finger across the smooth mound and the closed seam of my pussy, with my gem hiding just within my folds. Without warning, he stuck his finger with accuracy straight up my moistening cunt hole, drawing a gasp from my lips. He wiggled his finger and smiled.
"Wet and very tight." He pulled out his finger swiftly and inspected the wetness before dipping it into his scotch and swirling it around, taking a drink immediately after. My legs were beginning to weaken from the arousal this man was causing. My mind raced with thoughts, first being that I couldn't believe I let this strange man finger my pussy in the middle of the restaurant. Second was that I wanted more. My cunt warmed and I felt my clit throb and grow. He had left the skirt opened at the slit, and his gaze was glued to the bit of exposed pussy, which by now, I was sure my clit was starting to poke out from the smooth fold, making itself present for his viewing pleasure. I looked around nervously at the other diners and realized that they were all ignorant to what was happening. My excitement kicked into high gear, and I tilted my hips ever so slightly out toward him. He again reached for my pussy mound, this time he used his forefinger and thumb to splay my pussy seam open, effectively freeing my swollen clit. I again looked around the restaurant, standing at his table with my pussy opened to expose my now prominent clit was driving me crazy with lust. The thrill was amazing. With his other hand, he brought his glass to my pussy and rubbed it against my hot flesh. The ice cold glass against my heated core felt like heaven. I knew my cunt juices were leaking out of me now, and he caught some of my juices in his glass, then drank again.
"Sir..." I didn't know what I was going to say, but I promptly forgot how to speak when he flicked a finger rapidly across my protruding clit, back and forth, lashing it from side to side. Oh God, my legs were going to give out. I bit my lip to prevent my moans and concentrated on looking down at the sight of his finger stimulating my clit. He sensed I was going to make a sound, and quickly released me in one fluid motion. He pulled the skirt closed somewhat, and I was disappointed.
"Everything to your liking Mr. Stratos?" I realized my boss was speaking from right behind me.
"Superb. Your staff is extremely helpful" He answered smoothly. I excused myself to go to the kitchen for his final course. On the way, I stopped at the ladies to quickly try to clean up the wet mess between my legs. My cunt was leaking copious amounts of fluid, I did the best I could and hurried back to work. I came back to his table and realized my boss was seated with a drink opposite him, deep in conversation. I was again very disappointed. I turned away and busied myself with other duties, mentally planning a long bath and some quality time with my favorite vibrator later. A few minutes later, my boss approached me.
