Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My usual detached composure faltered the moment he introduced himself. “Good evening, I’m Liam, and I’ll be your server tonight.” “Stella,” I managed, my voice a little huskier than I intended. “Nice to meet you, Liam.” He was tall, with a lean build that stretched the fabric of his black uniform a little too perfectly across his chest and shoulders.
There was a spark, a subtle flirtation in his gaze that mirrored my own. I found myself lingering over my order, asking unnecessary questions about the drink list, just to keep him at the table for a few moments longer. I’d catch his eye from across the room, and he’d offer a quick, knowing smile before attending to another table. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once.
He talked about the specials with a passion that made me want to order everything, even the things I didn’t usually like. His hands, as he poured my drink, were long and elegant, with just a hint of muscle. My imagination ran wild, painting scenarios that had no business existing in a crowded public restaurant. He was just doing his job, I reminded myself, but my body wasn’t listening. My pussy was throbbing. A delicious, unbearable ache that could only be soothed by one thing…Liam’s cock.
I’ll be your server tonight
He came to clear my half-eaten dessert and asked if I was ready for the bill. My heart was hammering against my ribs. “Yes, please, Liam,” I said, trying to sound casual. But my gaze kept straying to the strong line of his jaw. He retrieved the leather folder, and as he leaned slightly over the table to hand it to me, his sleeve brushed my arm. A jolt, like static electricity, zapped right through me.
It was too much. The suppressed desire, the wanting, the professional barrier that kept him just out of reach. As he turned slightly, giving me a moment of privacy while he scanned the room, my hand, almost on instinct, slipped beneath the table. My fingers fumbling with the hem of my dress, then my panties, then my clit. I rubbed as fast as I could.
My eyes were locked on him as he stood there, waiting for me to review the bill. He was humming softly, maybe a song from the restaurant’s playlist. His focus was entirely on the transaction, on the job, utterly oblivious to the silent, secret dance unfolding just inches from his polished shoes. The exquisite friction, the building pressure, the illicit thrill of it all…right beneath the polite veneer of a Tuesday night dinner.
A small, involuntary gasp almost escaped me, but I swallowed it, turning it into a cough. I signed the credit card slip with a hand that trembled almost imperceptibly, my other hand still engaged in its frantic, hidden rhythm. He thanked me, that charming smile still in place, and turned to walk away.
As he disappeared into the kitchen, a wave of heat washed over me, leaving me with a sticky hand and my body tingling from head to toe.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
https://phonesexcandy.com/stella/