Chez Amore.
The name shined in framed cursive lights over the new small restaurant in the Business District of Megapolita. A small walkway of lights lead right up to the doorway. Inside had a sleek modern look with round booth tables, low dim lighting and a black, white and red aesthetic. It was a Friday evening around 7:30pm. Usually the restaurant would be packed with business men and women but thanks to the extreme cold weather this evening, the restaurant was mostly empty.
The only people in the restaurant was a couple sitting by the bar and a man sliding into a smaller round booth near the back. The hostess placed down the menus and hung up the man's jacket on the rack attached to the booth.
The hostess was a thin woman with long dirty blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back. Her lips were glossed in a light pink colour that accentuated the plumpness of her lips, while her greenish-blue eyes and long black lashes made her face hard to look away from. Her white button-down cupped her C-Cup tits nicely, with one button undone to show a slight amount of cleavage. The black pencil skirt, that it was tucked into, framed her slender hourglass figure in a delicious way. Her long legs were also showed off by the skirt and heels, which looked quite nice. Before the waitress left, she placed a sliver of paper down onto the table in front of him.
The man looked up at her curiously and, as they shared a glance, a wicked smile crossed her face. Biting the bottom of her lip, she let her eyes travel down his body.
"Your waitress should be here shortly." Her body leaned over the table, her perky C-Cup tits hung down in their push-up bra and dangled on display for his eyes. The man sent a flirtatious smile back at her and, with that, she stood back up and sashayed away. Her hips swaying side to side and her firm, shapely ass that made watching her walk away very enticing.
Bringing his attention back to the table, he picked up the paper. He opened it and chuckled to himself as he saw her cell phone number along with her name written in cursive. Cameron. She was gorgeous. Someone that could easily be on a Victoria's Secret catwalk and had the ass of a trained dancer but sadly...not his type.
"So, what can I get you?" A woman's voice rung out smoothly. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the notepad and pencil in her pink, sparkly and freshly manicured fingertips.
He shifted his gaze up from her hands and glanced over her entire body. She wore a white, short-sleeve button up. It showed off her deep cleavage. Her large breasts were pressed firmly together over the two unfastened buttons at the top as if they were gasping for air. Clearly she was sitting around an E-Cup minimum.
Her long black lashes and slight-winged liner complimented her deep chocolate brown skin. She glistened under the dimly lit fluorescent light. An after affect of the golden highlight on her cheek, slight outline of sweat and glittered cleavage. When she flashed a smile, her pearly white teeth were captivating and those lips... were painted in a Rouge Matte lipstick. It outlined those plum and succulent lips to perfection.
Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Her tight ringlets puffed at the top and drew her look together. Derrick sat at the table, his cock twitching with every second he stared at her. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. The way she moved. The way she spoke. Subconsciously, his left hand already had made it to under the table, taking a hold of his cock.
"For now... just a water. I'm waiting for someone."
"Coming right up." She smiled.
"By the way, my name is Jhené and I'll be your server for the night." Turning on her heels, she headed towards the kitchen. Derrick's eyes glued to her as he watched her walk away.
Her white shirt was tucked into a high-waisted, black pencil skirt that hugged her curves. Her legs were thick and were showcased extremely well by her black, platform ankle-heels. And that ass...
The curvature. The size. It was big but not overwhelming. It looked soft enough to nap on but if it were smacked, it would make the perfect sound. He just wanted to know what it felt like. To press his bare cock against it in bed on a Sunday morning. He was solid as a rock from this point on. Throbbing under the table, he thought about Jhené and everything he wanted to do to her.
"That's more like it." He thought, entranced by the waitress.
As Jhené came back from the kitchen with the water, she looked over at Derrick who was staring down at his phone. On her way to him, she let her eyes wander.
He was a handsome man with mysterious dark brown eyes and a golden-brown complexion. His chiseled jawline showed strength and definition. He smiled down at his phone and it nearly blew her away. A smile that was beautiful and bright but there was a twinge of danger. A powerful alluring factor that began to dampen her panties as she got closer.
The jacket for his suit was off and hung over the side of the round booth, allowing for the exposure of his navy blue button up dress shirt. The tight dress shirt perfectly showcased his gold cufflinks and muscular, athletic build. His dark brown hair was shaved short and he wore rectangular framed glasses. But those sat on the table instead of on his face.
His posture was relaxed as he sat back, with one arm over the backrest and the other holding his phone. He seemed powerful, hot and actually quite familiar.
"Here you go. One glass of water." She said as she placed the cup down in front of him. He gazed up at her once again and he shot her with an easy, devilish half-smile.
"Thank you Jhené." Placing his phone down, he took up the cup and sipped on the water. His eyes pinned hers, not letting her look away. "Mmm... that hit the spot."
Placing the cup down, he picked up his menu.
"Do you know what would like to order?" She asked.
"Yes." He quickly glanced at her hungrily before biting his bottom lip and looking back to his menu. "However I'm still waiting for someone and I don't want to order without them. It would be rude."
"Fair enough." She sighed. The gaze she felt over her, shook her to her core. And...her panties were soaked. She was beginning to become more than just hot and bothered. "Well if you need anything. Just let me know-"
"Actually, Jhené. Would you mind sitting here and keeping me company for a bit? You see my partner is running late and seeing that this place is empty. I assume you might be a little bored right about now."
Taking a look around, Jhené contemplated the offer. The only other people in there, besides them, were the hostess who was on her phone and the couple that were viciously making out with each other. Seeing that he was right, she conceded to his offer and smiled.
"Sure. Why not?" She headed to the other side of the booth.
"Why so far away?" He teased.
"Come over here, I don't bite."
Derrick's voice was smooth and intentionally hid a layer of playful seduction. As Jhené slid towards Derrick in the booth, Derrick moved closer as well. Enough to be comfortable but still far enough that she had to come to him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." She said, covering her mouth. "I haven't even gotten your name."
"It's cool." His arm went over the armrest behind her back.
"Derrick. Derrick Williams."
