The booth beside them was free.
"Let's sit." he suggested
They slid into the horseshoe shaped booth. Moving towards the back they faced out toward the restaurant. Things had quietened slightly. The main crowd were now moving toward the front. Their pager beeped indicating their food was ready. He hit the laser beam. "The food should be here soon," he said.
It was, very quickly.
"Hi, I'm Gina and I'll be your server this evening."
The waitress was standing in front of them, she was serving them their food but they were not paying attention. The waitress was stunning. Not in the normal good looking, model style, way but this girl oozed sexiness. She had dusky skin, brown eyes and wavy golden brown hair. Her button down blouse had its top two buttons open revealing the straps of silk and lace underwear. Her blouse set off her breasts which, although not large, were stretching its buttons.
Most eyes in the restaurant were on her. She added to the sexuality of the situation the couple found themselves in. She could feel his thigh brushing against hers again. Gina's presence had really turned her on. To say the least it had been an interesting evening so far.
She'd found herself in a situation she'd even find hard to create in her own fantasies. Gina had had an effect on her that men normally did. She wondered what "cute buns" thought. She desperately needed to excuse herself.
"Before I eat I'm going to the bathroom. Can you order us a bottle of wine? We'll go dutch"
He nodded assent and she slid out from the seat.
He wondered what had happened to himself this night. This wasn't his normal modus operandi. Normally it involved lots of hard work but all of a sudden he'd found himself in close proximity to a beautiful business woman who he'd first seen about an hour ago crossing the lobby of his hotel.
Now he'd found himself sitting beside her in a restaurant after one of the hottest and most sexually charged periods of his life when talking to her while they'd waited for their seat. If she'd rubbed up against him one more time he'd probably have exploded.
And then Gina had served them, in fact she was still in front of him looking at him with a slight smile and raised eyebrow.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Your girlfriend suggested wine."
"Oh...yes...she's not my girlfriend...eh...let me see the wine.." he stammered.
"You had me fooled" said Gina in a bad stage whisper.
He quickly chose a red wine. Gina left and he watched her. The old "I hate to see you leave, but I love to see you go" adage came to mind. Now he really knew what it meant. She'd been poured into her black skirt. It seemed to have an extra high slit up the back that showed a lot more leg than most women were used to.
As he watched her leave his own dinner partner was already returning. The two women had to brush against each other where they met in the crowd. He could see them making eye contact. There was a slight hesitation by both of them, not noticeable unless one was looking for it. He could see them both become flushed.
She made her way back to him. She was slightly breathless, almost nervous as she sat back beside him. He turned to her,
"The ladies was full" she said. "I just about got into the cubicle when someone else started knocking."
He nodded. "I ordered a red."
Sitting beside him they started to eat their food.
"Hmm, delicious, I really needed this." he said.
"Yes, mine too...it's..." she paused, catching her breath, as Gina made her way back to them.
The opening of the wine was like an erotic dance, all three of them were involved. There was close contact as they both reached out to touch the bottle, all three of them coming in contact with each other through the course of events. Gina had the old fashioned style corkscrew. She had difficulty at one stage trying to open the bottle and clasped it between her legs leaning over towards them both as she tried to pull the cork out.
Both of them were treated to a wonderful view of her cleavage, she was not actually wearing a bra, it appeared, but a slip. Both could see between her breasts and the subtle outline of her aureoles on the swoop of the curve towards her nipples. Before giving the cork one last tug she looked at both of them directly. They stared back, both slightly embarassed, but both slightly aroused.
