All characters are over eighteen. Any resemblance to real life people, places, or events is purely coincidental.
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Eliza Mason stepped into the restaurant unhurriedly. She could feel the textured rubber pad inside her blue short shorts rubbing against her moist cunt and had to hold back a low moan of arousal.
She made her way to her seat, carefully walking to maximize the bounce of her C-cups, making her hard nipples rub against the rippled material in her bra underneath a casual gray t-shirt. Her black hair slid across her pale shoulders as she sat, and somehow even that felt sensual.
The waitress that came to serve her table was adorable. She looked barely out of high school and had a cascade of dark curls covering shoulders so skinny Eliza was almost worried for her health.
The waitress bent over to place her menu and utensils in front of her, offering Eliza a tantalizing view of her small, dark breasts through the top of her uniform, which consisted of a bright blue vest and a knee-length skirt. She quickly refocused on the girl's name tag and pretended that she had been staring at it, instead of the girl's soft tits. Sofia. That's her name.
The girl was not fooled by Eliza's pretended interest in her name tag. She grinned cheekily, white teeth flashing in her dark face. Eliza's gaze was caught by Sofia's warm green gaze. The girl said, in a lovely, cheerful voice, "So, what can I get for you to drink today Ma'am?"
Eliza blinked, startled by the question. She was suddenly all too aware of her own arousal, the rubber pads stimulating her with every movement. She flushed and glanced down at the menu. She could see the girl grinning wider out of the corner of her eye. "Erm, I-I'll take a water please." The girl nodded and scribbled something on her notepad, humming a cheerful tune. Then she wandered off, leaving Eliza to stare at the window beside her.
It was nearly eight, so the light inside meant that the window was almost completely reflective, hiding the snow-covered streets outside. She tracked the hot young waitress with her eyes, watching as she served table after table efficiently, never letting the friendly smile drop from her face.
After serving two more tables, she bustled over to the counter and slipped behind it to begin preparing drinks. As she reached up to grab cups from the top shelf, her uniform top slipped up, exposing an expanse of chocolaty skin. Eliza wanted nothing more at that moment than to lick that skin, to make the girl shiver in delight. She squirmed slightly, rubbing herself against the material in her underwear.
When Sofia returned with Eliza's water, the twenty seven year old woman was flushed and panting slightly. The nineteen year old waitress raised an eyebrow and, as she set the water down, asked "Are you okay, Ma'am? Do you need anything else?" Eliza flushed even darker and shook her head, grabbing the cool glass and taking a sip. "Ma'am, are you ready to order?"
Eliza glanced at the menu. She had all but forgotten food, between her intentional masturbation pads and the unexpected cute waitress. She quickly scanned the menu, finally settling on something that looked slightly appetizing. She didn't even remember what she had ordered a few moments later, too busy watching the waitress' ass walk towards the bar.
The entire time she ate, she watched Sofia out of the corner of her eye. It could have been creepy, but the waitress seemed to find it quite endearing and, if Eliza was any judge, seemed almost as horny and desperate for a decent lay as she was.
She drank her water rapidly, making sure Sofia had plenty of reason to come over and bend over her table as she refilled the glass. She was only halfway through her food when her arousal began to create a visible mark on her shorts.
By the time Eliza finished her meal, something that barely even registered in her brain, it was clear to both parties that they were eager and willing. When she flagged Sofia down for the check, Eliza also received a slip of paper with Sofia's number and the time she got off: 9:00, which, by now, was only ten minutes away.
She gave the girl a hefty tip and left, choosing to sit in her car and wait, completely ignoring the cold and all other discomforts in her horniness.
Sure enough, thirteen minutes later, the girl came around the corner of the building dressed in a tight green hoodie and loose blue jeans. Their breaths fogged the air as Eliza shot out of the car, waving her over frantically.