I wore a blue tie dye maxi dress with nothing underneath. The dress was low cut and very tight. It showed most of my small tits, starting just before my nipples, and hugged my ample hips and ass. My hair was in a platinum bob, with pastel blue highlights and bangs that stopped just at my eyebrows, framing my steel blue eyes.
The diner was crowded so when I walked by his booth I was very close to him. There was a bus boy clearing the table near his and he was blocking the walkway in the process. I was forced to stop with my ass nearly in his face. I was very aware of just how great my ass looked in this dress so when I felt his eyes on me, I turned to check him out. Even with him being seated, it was obvious that he was very tall. I could see by the way he fit his t-shirt and Levi jeans that he was quite lean and cut. Confident, too. He was openly staring at my ass and didn't even care or notice that I had turned to check him out. I arched my back for him, pushing my ass out and even ran my hands down my side and over my hips, so that it looked like I was stretching. I watched him grab at his crotch before looking up and catching me watching him watching me.
I felt the heat rise from between my thighs to my cheeks as I lowered my eyes and bit my lower lip. Dude was fucking sexy and burning a hole through my flesh with his deep brown eyes. He had long dreadlocks, at least half way down his back, and thick full lips. His skin was a delicious mocha brown. As he stared into my eyes, I saw them get that possessed look a man sometimes gets when he knows he's got you before you've even spoken words to one another. I felt the butterflies start to flutter from the burning in my cunt up through my chest and into my throat.
I looked ahead and saw that the walkway had cleared. I glanced back once more and started to step forward when he grabbed me. He wrapped one very large, strong hand around my entire ass cheek, grabbed it and squeezed. He pulled me like this down into his lap.
"You're not going anywhere," he said firmly, but quietly, in my ear. As he spoke his lips brushed against my ear, leaving them burning.
"Uhm... look," I started nervously, "I'm not sure what you think you're doing..."
He interrupted me, "Just stay and eat with me, girl. You're alone and you looked like you were enjoying it when I was checking you out."
I sighed. "You're right, on both accounts, so I might as well stay. I don't see an open booth anyway and I really don't like sitting at a table," I said as I slid off of his lap and onto the seat next to him.
"Oh goodie," he said as he rubbed his hands together, "I was hoping you'd agree."
"Well," I started, "I really shouldn't have. The way you grabbed me, it was very inappropriate."
"Hey girl, I didn't hear you protest and if you didn't like it I don't think you would have agreed to eat with me," was his flat reply.
I couldn't really argue, and fortunately the waitress just arrived to take my order, so I didn't have to. I just ignored his all too sound logic and ordered my usual. Which, luckily, was a Greek salad and water with lemon. Something told me I shouldn't eat too heavy this day. "Aren't you going to order anything?" I asked him.
"Nah, I already ate, was just about to leave when you walked in," he grinned.
"So, you're what, just gonna watch me eat?" I asked. "That's gonna be more than a little awkward."
"Maybe for you, but not for me," he said. "Besides, I just want to talk to you a bit, get to know you. What's your name?"
"I'm Lana," not lawn-uh, not lane-uh, it rhymes with banana. Like Anna with a L. "What's yours?"
"My name's Rashaun, but everyone calls me Rush, because I never do," he said with a wink.
I smiled, "So what are you doing eating here all alone?"
"I drive a truck, I always eat alone. A better question would be why are you here all alone?"
I explained to him that I was recently divorced, it was my ex's night with the children, and I was enjoying a simple meal out before calling it night. I still got a little lonely some nights, not yet used to being home alone, and I liked being out around other people, even if I wasn't actually interacting with any of them.
The waitress brought my salad as Rush said, "Well, you dress like you like attention."
"Excuse me, I'm dressed like it's ninety degrees outside, which it is thank you very much," I replied with a huff. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on the table. I don't know if I was more upset because of what he said, or because it was true. My dress had very thin straps that criss-crossed down my back and then tied together near the base of my spine. I felt him trace the lines of these straps with his fingertips before resting his warm and heavy hand on my lower back, a few fingers tucked under the fabric of my dress. I sighed.
"I like your dress. A lot."
I didn't really know what to say, so I do what I always do when I'm not sure what to say, I said nothing. And I ate. Slowly. He kept his hand on my back, stroking and caressing it until his entire hand was under my dress and wrapped around my hip. "You aren't wearing any panties," he whispered in my ear as he continued his exploration of my body by moving his hand further up my back and back under my dress. He reached around and found my breast. His fingers went right for my pink puffy nipple and started to pinch it, gently at first. My arousal was growing to intoxicating levels. I pushed my plate away and took a sip of my water before I looked over at him. I saw a hunger in his eyes as he started pinching my nipples harder, and began pulling on them. He continued to increase the pressure until he was hurting me. I felt a liquid heat growing between my thighs. How does he know, I wondered to myself. How could he know that I need it to be like this? I arched my back and began grinding my ass against the seat as he continued to manipulate my nipple, increasing the pressure and pain until I cried out, causing the people dining around us to look at me. Or maybe they already were watching and I had just noticed.
