I didn't quite understand what the waitress told me at first, because she spoke it so suddenly and out of context that I didn't expect anything to come out of her lovely lips. Of course, she was also cute enough that it was hard not to stare at those lips and actually listen to what she said. I naturally asked her to repeat her words, so as to be sure that I hadn't heard her wrong.
"What did you say, again?" I asked her.
"My name is Autumn and I'll be your bottom today," she smiled devilishly as she told me that again.
"Don't you mean my server?" I asked her, in case she had done a slip of the tongue, even if it was Freudian.
"Oh, yes ... your ... serve ... er, sir!" Autumn corrected herself, but there was a clear hint that she had initially meant exactly what she said.
"Autumn, eh? Well, Autumn, I would like some coffee, black, to begin with, and then I might take some time to peruse the ... menu," I grinned as she ran her tongue along her lips in a brazenly seductive way.
"Feel free to ... peruse whatever you like, sir. I'm here to serve you today, sir," Autumn puckered her sweet lips as she winked at me rather boldly.
"So I see," I chuckled, even as she left to bring my coffee, her hands brushing very slightly against mine, including my wedding band.
"Hmm ... a married man. The best kind!" Autumn made it clear that she wasn't put off by my marital status, far from it, when she returned with the coffee, "Married men are often great lovers, because they are experienced, yet often dissatisfied. Wives stupidly lay a man good early on and then lose interest for whatever reason. They should thank me for taking care of their men while they're on the shelf. This way, you're still around whenever they want you again. Normally, that's not the case at all in my experience."
"Um, my wife and I still have ... a bit of intimacy, just so you know. I'm not saying that it's perfect, but it does happen more than you'd think. Still, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't intrigued by your interest in me. And I would be less than candid if I didn't admit that it was your first comment that fascinated me most of all. Granted, I have no doubt that you know what you're talking about for many guys of the married sort. In marriage, there is a tendency on both sides to let the ... marital relations slide a bit, often far more than it should. I have seen it happen in both cases, often before, during, or after extramarital affairs," I confessed that Autumn was half-right, at least.
"Indeed. Wives can't cheat, neglect their men, and expect men not to go for it, can they? Am I right, sir? And are you ready to order, sir?" Autumn asked me with another motion of her lovely, swarthy hand as she poured the coffee directly from the carafe in front of me.
"Um, yes ... I will have the Eggs Benedict with hash browns, plenty of Hollandaise sauce, of course. And keep the coffee coming, will you? So far, the flirting and conversation have me in a rather good mood. Don't even try to pretend that you weren't flirting, either, sweetie. We both know better than that," I winked at her as she beamed at me and took my menu.
"The pleasure's mine ... sir," Autumn winked yet again, leaning in to add in a whisper, "And I completely meant what I said about being your bottom. I meant it in every way conceivable. Rhymes with my name, after all."
"Thanks ... I'll be sure to remember that," I coughed, nearly sputtering out my coffee.
It took a while for my food to arrive, because of how busy it suddenly became, but despite that, I got the impression that I was Customer Number One in Autumn's eyes. She made sure that my coffee cup was never empty, that my ice water was there as well, and that I was kept apprised of the situation regarding my breakfast that Saturday morning. When she finally brought the food, she also made a point of touching my hands at various points in the transfer from the tray to the table. She was not about to let the opportunities for skin-to-skin contact fall by the wayside.
"So, with all that coffee, if you should feel the need to use the john, I can meet up with you, sir," Autumn continued her flirtation, not being slightly subtle, even as she emphasized the "sir," of course.
"You know, a gorgeous young waitress like you, paying so much attention to one patron, it's likely that some others, especially the gentlemen, might get jealous," I teased her a bit in response, even as my hand wandered over to her crotch to exploit what seemed a clear invitation to enjoy her body at will.
"Most of those gentlemen don't have the balls to go for what they want. You do, sir," Autumn said, as she stared at my groin.