I imagined the pornographic situation and let my Hot thoughts play with each other. I envisioned how her pink nipples would escape first and then the rest of her glory would fall out in turn and she might tumble her indecency into me.

Her bare big boobs would rub against the front of my body and I would be ridiculously turned on—too hot to resist more of her skin and curves. I’d delicately cup her breasts, ostensibly to provide her with some modesty, but also because, god-damn, they were works of art.

I tried to hold back how much I looked at her while my mind fantasised away. She must get so many people leering at her. I wondered if a woman ogling would be less bothersome to her than guys would?

I didn’t get her attention or order a drink right away. I wanted to watch her for a while first. There were other waitstaff in that same orange uniform bikini but none with her proportions or panache.

Vanessa walked with absolute confidence, even on four-inch vinyl heels. She was moving swiftly but kept her cool. I was particularly curious to see how she handled customers at the various tables. The place was busy enough so I could observe her without being too obvious...........READ MORE