We finally get a night out. The kid is at the neighbors for the night and we can finally be adults for a few hours. Being stuck with a kid all day long, every day, I know I have some penned up frustrations as did my husband.
We decided to try a new place for dinner. Yes! there's a bar too... I'm in. I could use a few drinks to unwind.
A couple drinks in, we finally get seated. By then feeling a slight buzz, I'm not really interested in eating anymore. Our waitress comes to take our order. Holy shit, she's freaking hot. Long brown hair, pulled up. Gorgeous blue eyes, lightly tanned and perky breasts that could be cupped perfectly in my hand.
I hoped she didn't notice me staring at her cleavage, too late. They both were looking at me as if I had six eyes. I was mortified.
I gave her my order and barely glanced at her face out of embarrassment. After taking his order, she turned to leave and gave me a quick wink and a smile.
I wondered if he saw that but gave no indication that he had. I relaxed a bit, ate some dinner. There was small talk between us and a little bit of flirting. Each time that waitress would walk by she'd give me a mischievous grin and sometimes a glance up and down. Was she really into me or just wanting a tip?
"I think that waitress is flirting with you." He said, grinning a little. "Nah, she probably just wants a tip." I laughed it off and went to the restroom before we left.
No sooner did I close the door, it opened back up. It was her. "Are you two wanting dessert tonight?" Thinking that was a weird question to be asking me in the restroom, I stuttered when I said I didn't think so. "Oh, too bad because I get off work in about 5 minutes." She winked and started to walk out. "If that's what you mean, then I think maybe we are interested in some dessert!"
I jotted the address down for the hotel. "We should be there in about 10 minutes, feel free to drop by." I tucked the slip of paper down between her boobs and walked out.
On the way to the hotel he notices the grin from ear to ear. "What's that about?"
"Nothing." I giggled. "You'll see."
A half a glass of wine back at the room, there was a knock at the door. He immediately looks at me as if to accuse me of being up to something. I just smiled and opened the door.
Inside, I was nervous, but the wine helped steady my nerves on the outside when I introduced them.
I looked at him to see what sort of reaction he was going to give me. "This is Becca, from the restaurant." He looked puzzled yet, not sure why she was there. "She brought us dessert." I chuckled. "I mean, unless you aren't hungry..." I walked around behind her and started unbuttoning her blouse. His eyes got big. I could tell he didn't want to be interested in this but the bulge in the front of his jeans was saying differently. I kept going revealing the satin black of her bra. "Eh, you don't have to do this..." He assures her and I both. "I know." She smiled and pulled me around to her front. Her hands start to glide up under my shirt.
I glance to him to make sure he is ok with this. By now, he has the covers kicked off. He gave a reassuring nod to come over to the bed.
"I want you two to get all the way undressed, but leave on your panties." He said with a kind of dominance that I have never heard from him before. I was impressed and quite turned on now.
