Erotic Story – ‘Waiter on Order’

This erotic story all starts relatively innocently in a little restaurant. Innocent doesn’t stay innocent for very long, however, when her eye falls on the waiter!

Waiter on order

While I am in full conversation with Suus, a waiter appears at our table. We are sitting in a little restaurant under the Dom in Utrecht. I look at him at his question of what I want to drink. It’s as if a lightning bolt strikes my head. His eyes are bright blue with a sparkle, his blond hair dancing on his round head. A beard of a few days gives him a tough, wild look. I feel my cheeks turn red, but don’t know why. I stutter. What I want to drink? I ask the question back. He nods and smiles. My eyes seem to be chained to his. As I fidget at my bra strap, I want to reply, “Just give me a juicy finger job, please,” but just in time I swallow my words.

My friend starts laughing, she sees how I am struggling with myself. “A cassis please,” I say quickly. As he types our order, he winks at me, and walks away. A warm wave of horniness makes its way through my body. I look at my friend questioningly. “What the fuck is this?” She starts laughing even harder. When the waiter returns with the order, I again feel that same flash enter my warm body. Now it also reaches my clean-shaven pussy. What is this guy doing to me? I’m bloody horny…suddenly…out of nowhere. My girlfriend is having the greatest fun but I am dead serious. I want him. I want to feel his naked body against mine. I want to feel his hard pole sliding smoothly into my tight hot pussy. I want to fuck him, hard and deep, fast and slow. I want to feel his fingers inside me, while I am on my knees, just until I feel the horn flowing down my legs. My friend pulls me out of my horny dream. “Come, drink your cassis, we’re moving on,” she says.

Without answering anything, I take out my business card from the case of my phone and hide it under the empty glass. My friend pays at the bar. I look back, straight into the waiter’s sparkling eyes. Am I seeing correctly or am I imagining him winking once more? With weak legs, I follow my friend. My heart beats in my throat. My dear friend grabs me by the arm, pulls me into the hustle and bustle of the city. Unannounced, she pushes me into a lingerie shop and says teasingly, “Come we are going to pick out a set for you, so you can have a wild adventure with Mr waiter one day.” She pushes a blood-red sexy set into my hand and guides me to the fitting room. I sigh and try on the soft lace bra.

Pulling up the thong, I touch my pussy with my index finger, which is soaking wet! “Grrr what is that fucking waiter doing to me… “I sigh. My phone rings. “You answer it,” I say to my friend, as I struggle with my red bra. A saleswoman has entered the fitting room. She touches my tits far too often. A hundred times she says that my cleavage looks soooooo wonderful in this set. And to top it off, she also touches my round buttocks with both hands, pushes them up and says, “Looks great on you!”

I hear my friend having a phone conversation in the shop. I can’t understand her. She enters the fitting room. “It was your mother, she asked if you would take some black shirts size M for her at Hema. Will you take this one?” she points to the red set. “Why don’t you just keep it on yo!” Ah what do I care I do as she says, pay and walk out of the shop. We chat and laugh. Suddenly she leads me into a porch. “What are you doing?” I ask slightly irritated. “We’re going to have a look here,” she says firmly. I don’t know where we are or what she is doing. She pulls me along and pushes a bell. I startle. “Suus what are you doing?” I hear a noise that means the door is coming off the unlock.

My friend pushes me inside. “Stairs up first door on the right. I’ll pick you up in an hour. Bye!” “Suus dammit, what are you doing,” I shout after her, but she’s already gone. I curse to myself. What am I doing here, what is this, this friend of mine is really retarded! I look up. I sigh. Why do I still do what she says? The door is ajar. I open it carefully. My heart is pounding in my throat. Looking down the corridor, I slap both hands in front of my mouth. Nonchalantly leaning against the doorframe, HE stands there. A white V-neck shirt clasps tightly around the muscles of his upper arms and chest. He wears blue jeans with a matching belt. Socks he is not wearing. It is the waiter at the pub we were at this morning. I stand rooted to the ground. Immediately he has the same effect on me again. I get really sick with horniness. He walks towards me, I try to say something, but he immediately presses his warm lips to mine. A thunder, lightning, sparks, fireworks, anything that can pop makes itself heard in my glowing head. Horniness sprints through my body. In record speed from my crown to my right big toe, from my swollen clit to my two rock-hard nipples. I am about to explode. When he – what’s his name? – touches my clit I cum, I am sure.

Deftly, he pulls off my shirt. He looks at my round breasts, encased in the softest blood-red lace there is. Judging by the look in his eyes, he likes what he sees. He presses me against the wall, freeing my breasts. He puts his lips on my nipple, sucks it in roughly. A moan escapes from my mouth. Two big hands clamp my breasts firmly, pressing against the wall, I can’t move, and it feels great. I feel one hand slide down, into my briefs. I feel him put a thumb on my clit and push two fingers deep inside me. My legs soften, I sink slightly through my knees so that his fingers dig just a little further into my pussy. I feel I’m going to come, already. “Go on, I’m going to come,” I whisper, only to let a bellowing scream spread through his house. He takes me into a bedroom and lays me on a big bed. He lies down next to me. I have an appetite to suck him off. I unbutton his jeans. His hard pole pops out of his fly invitingly.

He is huge! I look at him, try to see in his eyes what he wants. They look longing. I bend over his pole and suck it directly into my mouth. I taste him, I like his taste. With my right hand I jerk him, my left seeking his slippery balls. He is wonderfully clean-shaven, I love it. I stick my tongue far between my full lips. The tip curves around his moist glans. I push it into his hole, every millimetre of his divine pole I want to explore. I put my pursed lips on his head and suck. Pulsing, I suck some moisture from his hole as I continue to jerk and massage his balls. I lick it up and let my tongue slide down his pole to his balls.

Every piece I taste. It is warm, delicious, smooth and alternately soft and hard. I push my nose under his balls and push them up. He smells divine too. I lick his asshole. He moans, I look at him. His bright eyes roll and then sink shut. I jerk on and lick his tight hole until it is nice and wet. I put my finger on it, it slides in a little bit by itself. My lips land on his glans again. I suck, his divine pole disappearing into my mouth, cheek and throat. I pipe him deep, as deep as I can.

He presses my head over him just a little further, automatically causing my finger to slide a little further inside him. Saliva drips down his hard over his balls. Taking a breath, I see him looking at me longingly. He turns me onto my back, pushes aside my brand new panties and in one thrust pushes his cock into my tight cunt. It comes naturally, my cunt has become soaking wet from that finger, – and blowjob just now. He thrusts deep, I pull my knees up. I see beads of sweat appear on his sun-tanned tight body. Our gazes remain caught in each other until he lies down on top of me. He puts his mouth on my neck, I feel him trembling. Groaning, he squirts his hot seed inside me. All my horniness is mixed with his.

For a moment we remain lying down. The smell of his aftershave and sex lingers in the room. Suddenly, we are startled by the doorbell. ‘Fuck,’ he says. Put your clothes on, it must be your girlfriend. I do as he says. Give him a kiss and leave. At the door, Suus stands with a big smile. “So, you can take it again lady, this was your waiter to order,” and leads me by her arm Utrecht. And I… I am walking on clouds. With a wet cunt.