“You have a new table, party of 1,” the hostess told me.
20 minutes to closing, I already was pissed. I put on my best fake smile and walked out to the table. Sitting there was an absolute goddess of a woman; short brown hair, petite but tight body, showing off a red satin dress, a slit in the side showing her long, slender legs, her boobs were pushed up and almost popping out. All of a sudden I wasn’t so pissed.
“Hello Mademoiselle, welcome. I’ll be your waiter this evening, is there anything I can start you with?” I ask her.
“My luck seems to be down and I’ve found myself alone at the end of the night. I think I’d just like to eat some cake and drink champagne,” she said to me.
She looked like she knew how to have fun. I wondered how she ended up here alone tonight.
“Just your luck, we have a pistachio layer cake with cream cheese buttercream, vanilla bean gelato and a caramel pecan crisp,” I informed her.
“That sounds amazing. And bring me out a bottle of champagne to pair with it,” she said back.
“Right away Miss,” I added, turning and heading back to the kitchen.
My mood had totally changed; she cast a spell over me with her charm and looks, all of a sudden I’d do anything for this mysterious woman. I rang in her dessert order and went to the wine cooler.
I looked over the champagne we had available; with no context and no price range the possibilities were endless. I figured I’d stick with a classic, grabbed a bottle out and headed back to her table.
“For your pleasure Madam, we have a Billecart-Salmon Brut Rosé, dry and crisp with lots of berries, green apple, and a brioche finish, for you, $165 dollars.” I proudly exclaimed to her.
“That sounds lovely, thank you,” she said back to me.
‘She appeared to be a high roller, dressed well on her own on a night out’ I thought to myself. She intrigued me.
I poured her a glass then left the bottle on her table, rushing back to the kitchen to get her dessert.
I brought the cake out and set it in front of her. I noticed the slit of her dress had shifted, showing off most of her inner thigh, almost all the way to her groin. It took everything in my power not to stare longer.
“Is there anything else I can do for you Madam?” I asked her.
“No, thank you, not for right now,” she replied, with a big mischievous smile on her face that made me weak.
I turned and left her table, heading to the kitchen to do some inventory and wait for her to finish.
After some time I went back to her table to clear her plate; she was already halfway done with the bottle of Champagne. The slit on her dress had now shifted high enough to show off part of her hip bone, proving that she was in fact not wearing any underwear.
“Want to join me for a glass?” she offered.
“I’d love to, but I can’t, company policy,” I said back.
“Oo come on, there’s no one even around anymore,” she retorted.
There was one large group and their server was still there, plus the cooks finishing up. I couldn’t risk it.
“Maybe another time,” I said, leaving her table before she could further convince me otherwise.
I waited a while longer then went back to check on her. No further advances or dress shifts had occurred. She requested the bill and a stopper to take the rest of her bottle to go. I liked her style.
I returned with the bill and placed it in front of her. $200 for wine and dessert, not the craziest bill I’ve seen, but not a quick McDonald’s snack either.
She fumbled around with her purse. Then started to become frantic.
“I can come back if you’d like, no rush,” I said, as a worried look spread across her face.
“I can’t find my wallet. All my cash, my cards, oh no no no, this can’t be,” she said aloud.
“Do you have Apple Pay?” I asked, hopeful.
“No, I just got this phone and haven’t set it up yet,” she said back to me.
A thought crossed my mind; was this on purpose? Was she trying to scam me out of some nice wine and cake? She looked genuinely worried, but could this all be a show?
“Did you leave your wallet anywhere around here? Washroom? Out front maybe?” I asked.
“No, I don’t think I have any way to pay,” she said back, with her big sad eyes.
Ok ma’am, please follow me then, I can take you to the office and maybe we can contact your bank or find your credit card info.
She looked defeated, stood, then followed me through the restaurant, into the back. She turned heads everywhere she went; especially in her tight red dress. We went past the kitchen, and into the manager’s office. I shut the door behind her, then walked over to the desk to turn on the computer.
“So who do you bank with, maybe we can call them and arrange something?” I asked, sitting at the desk.
I stopped in my tracks. As I faced her, I froze, finding myself staring at her naked body. Her red dress was on the floor around her ankles. No underwear or bra, she was completely naked in front of me; her skinny, tight, toned body faced towards me, showing off her small but round breasts, with puffy, pink areolas and perky nipples. She had neatly trimmed pubes, leading towards her tight inward facing lips.
I couldn’t believe it. She looked so incredibly sexy. I was stunned.
“Listen, I’m not sure what you’re doing, but I can’t partake in it,” I stammered.
She walked over to me, confident with her body. Her perky boobs jiggled with each step. My cock twitched.
“I’d lose my job, I really can’t,” I tried to say.
She came over and pressed a finger against my lips. She turned around, rubbing her small, but firm bum up and down my crotch while I was seated in the chair. I couldn’t keep my hands off her body, it was so smooth, and so petite.
She turned and kneeled in front of me, working on my belt and pants.
“Are you sure you want me to stop?” she asked.
My rock hard cock was now free from my pants, her hand wrapped around its thick base.
Fuck it. Opportunities like this would never come around again. She was too hott for me to turn down.
“Please don’t. I’ll take care of your bill. Keep going,” I said to her.
She smiled, looking up from her knees as my cock waved in front of her. Her mouth wrapped around the tip, teasing it with her tongue, then made its way down my shaft, further and further until she impressively took all of me in her mouth. She stopped briefly to pull my pants down further, fully exposing my cock and balls to her.
She wasted no time, taking my bare shaven balls in her mouth, sucking and pulling on them while her small hands slowly stroked my cock. She continued stroking me while her tongue licked up and down my shaft, cleaning the pre-cum that was forming as I was turned on more than I ever had been before. She went back to focusing on the tip of my cock, sucking and licking and teasing me, making me involuntarily moan in pleasure.
Her mouth could do things that I’ve never experienced before. Her tongue reached places that have never been touched; and she loved it. You could tell, she enjoyed sucking my cock; and doing it all bare naked, she really was a slut.
As she stroked the base of my cock while she sloppily sucked the tip, I could feel myself getting close.
“I’m gonna cum!” I said quickly.
It didn’t phase her. She stroked me harder, sucked me off faster. I couldn’t hold myself back much longer; my whole body tightened, my toes curled, my cock tensed. She still didn’t slow down. With one last moan, I came hard on her mouth, quickly filling it with my hot load. She quickly swallowed it, then continued sucking as more and more cum shot from my cock; some into her mouth, some on her cheek. She smeared it all over her face, smiling, like a cum covered trophy. She slowly continued to stroke me while she licked drop after drop of cum that formed on the tip of my cock. She really was a pro, fully cleaning up the mess she created.
She stood up in front of me, further showing off her perky boobs and sexy, tight body. I stared at her little bum bouncing as she walked back over to her dress, my cock still semi hard, wanting more. As she bent down to pick her dress up, her tight lips and puckered little asshole were on full display, leaving me longing to see more of her.
As she dressed, I said to her,
“That was incredible. I’m glad you came in tonight.”
“I’m glad you came tonight too,” she said, wiping the rest of my cum away with the back of her hand. I watched as she did the zipper of her dress back up, signifying the end of the show. She grabbed her purse, then pulled something out.
“Found my wallet,” she said, a big, sly, grin on her face.
She was a con artist this whole time; I felt used. But I liked it; it was by far the best blowjob I’d ever had.
“Maybe next time, for a full meal you can fuck me in the cooler,”
I sat there shocked, cock out and pants still around my knees.
“I’d love that,” I said back to her.
She smiled at me one last time, then her tight little body left the office.
I still couldn’t believe that night. No one I told would ever believe me. I daydreamed that every hott customer would end up sucking my cock, but obviously to no avail. She left me longing for more for weeks. Then one day, at the end of the night, someone said they sat someone in my section wearing a tight red dress
Story inspired by u/strawbery_pancake
Mmmmmm my this is hot
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