Brad didn't say a word when he saw her. First, he just stared. Then, a euphoric grin slowly spread across his face.
"Wow!" he finally said again, though this time much more slowly. Leslie looked up at him, smiling brightly, and with a giggle, said, "How do you like your tip?"
"Best tip ever!" he said. "Wow!"
That broke the ice a bit, and we chatted for a few minutes, his eyes never wandering from Leslie's breasts. We finished our desserts, and Leslie put an elbow on the table and chatted as if nothing were out of the ordinary. Then it occurred to Leslie that it was after closing time, and she suggested that we could get going if Brad wanted us to.
"No!" Brad said sternly. "I mean, no, you don't need to!" he said, softening. "I mean, I - it - really, you can stay!" he was stammering and there was desperation in his voice. I couldn't help but laugh. "We're not in a hurry if he isn't then, Leslie," I said.
Brad told us he needed to lock the doors and turn out some of the lights and do a few other things to close up, "so no one else comes in." He rushed off, leaving us alone again.
"How do you feel?" I asked Leslie.
"God, I don't know how to say it!" She thought for a moment. "Alive! I feel alive!"
"Anything else?" I pressed.
"Sexy. Wanton. Lustful. And I am loving it!
I felt my cock throb at those words, and another stream of precum ooze down to my balls. I reached across the table and began to play with Leslie's breasts again. She leaned in, her eyes closed. This time I gave each nipple ample attention with each hand, pulling, twisting and blowing on them. I could not quite reach them with my mouth, but it was beautiful to see desire drive her to give me access, encouraging me to to do this in a booth at a restaurant with the owner going about his duties to close for the night.
Brad turned off enough lights to prove to outsiders that he was closed for the night, but still give plenty of light for us. He also closed the blinds in the big windows up front. When he disappeared again, Leslie took my hand, rose to her feet and guided me to a table in the middle of the room, my cock protruding obscenely from my pants. She was tired of staring at the wall, I supposed, and wanted a change of scenery. We each sat in a wooden, curved back chair, Leslie to my right, her left hand quickly under the table to caress my slimy cock. We saw Brad take his apron off and throw it under the counter. When he turned toward us, he looked startled but pleased to find us in the middle of the room, Leslie obviously still topless.
"All done," he announced as he sat in a chair across from us. "Now we can visit."
"Good," Leslie said, not ceasing stroking my cock under the table.
Leslie and he chatted for a few minutes about nothing in particular. As he watched, he began to catch on what was going on under the table. He got quiet, trailing off until he said nothing, but watched intently, his eyes traveling from her breasts to her disappearing arm, back to her breasts. I was leaning back in the chair, my hips toward the front edge, to make it easier for Leslie to stroke me. Her hand was soaked with my precum.
Finally she sensed she was getting me too close, and stopped. She smiled at Brad and proceeded to lick her hand and fingers, tasting me, and perhaps a little of her dessert, too.
"Mmmm, that's a good combination with chocolate mousse," she said wryly. That caused both Brad and me to chuckle.
Looking at Brad, Leslie suggested he give us a tour of the restaurant, which he readily agreed, since it would give him a chance to watch Leslie move. Before standing, I started to stuff my cock back into my pants, but stopped me. "Leave it out. I want to see it," she whispered. I nodded and stood obediently, not trying to hide myself. As Leslie turned to follow Brad, he watched her give my cock a little, loving squeeze. He seemed to approve.
We made the short walk to the front, by the counter, where he began the tour. Leslie looked remarkable standing topless next to him, her small skirt I knew just above her pubic hair. While hardly comprehended a word, he began a long dialogue with Leslie about his restaurant, answering questions she fired at him. As they talked, and as we went behind the counter, and through the kitchen, she would touch his arm or shoulder as she made a point. That progressed to his touching her on the elbow to guide her past to see something, his own gaze fixed on her breasts, so close to him now. He opened the freezer for us, and Leslie laughed as she jumped in and then back out to feel the cold on her bare skin. Laughing, he said, "You're covered with goose bumps!" and rubbed her arms and back to warm her.
From then on, she walked holding his arm, her right breast against his skin. Occasionally, she would work her way over to me while she and Brad were stopped to talk, and openly begin stroking my cock. Their conversation would continue as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. During one of these stops, in the storage area underneath the building, she unbuckled my pants, slid them off and threw them in the corner, telling me to leave them there. She did the same with my shirt in the narrow stairwell, so I was naked as I stepped out into his office in a small room in the back.
It felt odd, to say the least, to be the only one fully nude, with a fully clothed male stranger ogling your half naked wife in the middle of a restaurant you've never been to. But, like Leslie, I felt so alive, so sexual. I could see it in her eyes, too. And Brad seemed to be thoroughly enjoying his time with us, even with me nude.
I took the opportunity in Brad's office to turn the tables on Leslie for a moment. While they talked, her arm around his, her right breast touching his arm, I approached her from behind, and began to caress her. With my left hand, I reached around to her left breast, teasing her nipple. With my other hand, I caressed her ass. Her cracked showed cutely at the top of the skirt all evening, and it was time for me to enjoy it. I reached under the skirt and felt the curve of her ass where it leads to between her legs. She kept her conversation going, and Brad, looking on, didn't flinch. With her left hand, she reached back and began to stroke me again. When it was time to move on again, I impulsively hooked my finger in the tie that held her skirt together, and as she pulled away, she felt it loosening. She didn't resist, and after a few steps, it had fallen away.
Brad didn't skip a beat, but kept her in tow out the door, through the kitchen and back to the front counter, his hand on her ass the whole time. I knew she was now beyond the point of no return.
He guided her to the end of the counter, where he told her to stay. He left her there, walking to the far end of the dining room, and turned, beckoning her to come. Here was a man who appreciated real beauty. As she walked, her ass and bare skin looked incredible as she sauntered along in her heels. He smiled appreciatively the whole time, and when she arrived, gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead, turned her around, and whispered something to her. She smiled and nodded, walking the same walk back to me. Her breasts moved seductively with each step, her hips swaying, her shaved pussy lips showing below her pubic hair. Brad watched her the whole way again, smiling.
While Brad returned, Leslie and I kissed, deeply, my hands taking a quick tour of every part of her body I could reach, her own hands caressing my aching, aching cock. Feeling an extra set of hands on her ass, Leslie turned to Brad, who led her several step away.
"Take off my clothes."
She started with his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it, then sliding it off him. She lifted his t-shirt, and he helped to pull it off while he kicked off his shoes. Her back to me, Leslie bent to pull his socks off, and I could see her red, open and wet pussy. She caressed his chest for a moment before turning her attention to his bel, then his pants. They fell to the floor easily, and he stepped out of them. He wore boxer briefs, but his erection and size were obvious. Leslie was breathless now, and she pulled of his underpants, his hard cock bouncing free past her face as she lowered them to the floor.
He was about 8 inches, his whole body devoid of hair, fit and muscular, but not overly so. More handsome than I, for sure. He turned to lean against the counter, Leslie sinking to her knees to taste another man's cock for the first time. I stood by and watched as she pressed her face against it, both of them moaning. She licked his balls first, then around the base of the shaft. She opened her lips to slide up and down its length, roving closer to the head with each pass. I could smell sex in the room over the lingering odor of hundreds of meals.
She finally took him in her mouth, prompting a wave of relief from him, and a loud groan. She glanced up at me, and I smiled approvingly. She used her left hand to stroke me while she sucked Brad's cock. Sometimes it would go deep in her throat, and she would hold it there, cupping his ass with her free hand.
