The hostess rested her breasts on the stand. She wasn’t topless, but her uniform hugged her figure perfectly. We followed her to a table and sat down. I looked around but saw no one else in the restaurant. The waitress came up to us. We ordered a few drinks. When we got them, we ordered something off of the menu.
As I took a drink, I felt Sarah’s fingers gently rubbing my cock through my pants. I instantly became erect and looked around, hoping we weren’t seen. Of course, the hostess noticed. I thought she was going to tell us to leave, but she just smiled with approval. She walked over to us.
“So, how big is it?” she asked Sarah while watching my cock get rubbed through my clothes.
“I’d say maybe 6.75 inches long, give or take a quarter inch.”
“Nice. I’d love to have that in my pussy, mister.” She winked and then went back to the stand.
Sarah kept rubbing. Just as I was nearing the edge, she stopped. Our food was here. We had both ordered salads with honey mustard dressing. Sarah’s salad didn’t come with the dressing, though. She didn’t seem to care. In fact, she seemed happy about it.