My wife, who is from the Philippines, and I were on a trip where she was trying to clear up the titles on property left to her and her siblings. While she was working all day, I had time to fool around. For background on this story, you can read the "My Cute Nieces" series all of which are in the incest section.
After some great carnal sessions together, my cute nieces had to face final exams so it would be another week before I could see them again for more of the wonderful love-making we had all enjoyed so much. This was not any great hardship because my wife and I slept together every night but she was usually too tired from working all day to want to do anything but sleep, and I like a lot of variety anyhow.
One evening I was sure I had found some. We both wanted a change from the food in our hotel dining room so we went to a small restaurant just down the block. When we entered, I immediately noticed the gorgeous young waitress, who was wearing a dress with a low neckline. She had shiny black hair that tumbled to her shoulders and smooth, light brown skin. Except for the fact that I knew a woman would have to be at least 18 years old to work as a waitress in a restaurant like this one, I would have guessed her to be younger than that. When she smiled as we came in, she looked even more beautiful.
My wife sat across the table from me, and the waitress was extremely attentive, bending down lower and more often than she had to, showing me her delightful cleavage. When she attended to me, she hardly bent over at all, except to press against my shoulder. She was wearing either a very skimpy bra or none at all because I could feel her erect nipple through her blouse. I don't remember much about the food or about our dinner conversation because my thoughts were mostly lustful ones about her, and I left a much bigger tip than I would have ever dared mention to my wife.
The next day, as soon as my wife left for another day of battling with government bureaucracies, I returned to the restaurant and was lucky enough to find the same waitress there. They weren't very busy that time of the morning and when she saw me by myself, I was greeted by an even prettier smile. She steered me to a corner booth partly concealed by a large potted plant and, when I sat down, slid in next to me and put her hands on my thigh. Her face was close to mine and I was captivated by her dark, almond-shaped eyes and her clear tan skin.
"Hi," she said in a soft voice, just above a whisper.
"Hi, Rosie," I whispered back. I had noted her name on the guest check the previous night and she smiled even more, flattered that I had thought enough of her to remember her name. "How are you today?"
"I'm fine. You know my name, but what's yours?" As she asked my name, Rosie's right hand was on the inside of my thigh and moving slowly upward toward my crotch. Under the circumstances, I decided that formality would be totally out of place.
"Just call me George."
Hi, George. I'm glad to meet you." Her hand was right at my crotch.
"I'm glad to meet you too, Rosie." That was certainly the truth and I spread my legs to allow her exploring hand the freedom to go where it wanted. She rested it on top of my cock, which was starting to react the way it usually does when fondled by beautiful and sexy young women.
"You're really nice, George." Feeling my cock stiffening under the palm of her hand, Rosie started gently squeezing and releasing it. What she had in mind was obvious; at least the general idea was, but we couldn't do much more than we were already doing. The potted plant screened us partially from the rest of the dining room, but certainly not enough for us to start fucking right then and there.
That was obvious to Rosie too, and she had the solution. "Today is supposed to be my day off but I came in because I hoped you would come back to see me. I have a room across from the back door. Do you want to go there with me?"
"Yes. Do you, know, you are a really beautiful girl?"
"Thanks. It's sweet of you to say that."
Rosie slid out from the seat. I slid out behind her and followed her, with some difficulty walking, as she started toward the rear of the restaurant. The other employees watched us with amused smiles on their faces. The few patrons there didn't even notice us.
She led me out the kitchen door, and into a narrow alley, through another door and up a flight of stairs. At the end of a short hall there were four doors. Rosie unlocked one of them, opened it and reached in to turn on the light. After leading me into a small room dominated by a double bed, she locked the door, especially making a point of throwing the slide bolt. Turning around to face me, she reached out to again fondle my cock, smiling lasciviously when she found it still erect.
"George," she asked me, putting one hand on my shoulder while the other was unzipping my pants. "I want to ask you a question about American men." When I nodded my head, she continued. "I have heard from some friends that they all like to lick between a girl's legs. Is that true?"
"I can't answer for all American men but I certainly do. Especially a girl as sexy as you."
Rosie seemed very glad to hear that, and her hand was inside my underwear playing with my bare cock. "Do you really mean that? Because I would love to find out how it feels. One of my friends told me it was really wonderful but I want to find out for myself."
