Ok, this might be kind of tame, but just wanted some place to put my thoughts down
I had had a really great day on Saturday. I planted a garden and got help from almost the whole family. It was something I’ve wanted to do ever since I moved in several years ago and seeing everyone cooperate and work together made me a proud dad. My wife spent the day tending to her side business, like she’s been doing the last several months. She completely missed out on the family bonding time.
All the work in the garden left no time to prepare a dinner, so I took the family to a restaurant down the road. We sat outside to enjoy the sunny Spring evening. The place was busy, and it took a while for us to be served. Patience, however, had run out. My son and daughter, having worked in the garden all day were tired and hungry. My wife was droning on about the same business problems I’ve already heard about 50 times before. My good vibes were quickly disappearing.
And then she arrived. Menus in hand, she glided up to our table, looking right at me with a big smile. She had her straight black hair up in a bun, and her tight black shirt revealed a sliver of her tanned midriff. She spoke in a calm, quiet but confident voice that was so soothing for me in the moment. Her voice had a sweet quality that I immediately noticed. Did others pick up on that too? The background noise all seemed to fade for me as her voice found my ears. I didn’t care that she was describing dinner specials and taking drink orders, I was fixated on the delicious sound of her voice.
She left all too soon, and the table once again devolved into impatience and complaining. I found myself eagerly waiting for her to return with drinks or to check on us. Her presence, no matter the context, quickly eased my irritation with the company at my table.
Once, during the meal, she returned to the table and a bit more of her midriff was exposed, revealing a sparkling belly button piercing. I couldn’t help myself. I don’t know that I was caught looking, but I’m sure my wife noticed it too. The waitress was trim, toned, tanned. She had a flat stomach and nicely shaped hips indicative of someone who stayed active. She was undeniably attractive. And then she spoke.
My annoyance at my family’s deteriorating mood was suddenly turned around with the waitress’s sweet, calm voice. It occurred to me, in one of those fleeting and inappropriate-for-the-moment thoughts, that if I was talking to her at a bar one on one, she would have me completely wrapped around her finger. I imagined her in place of my wife telling me she wanted to show me her appreciation for my hard work today. My mind reeled with her imaginary voice whispering, “let me suck your cock daddy. Let me show you how much I appreciate your hard work for our family.”
I momentarily indulged the fantasy of her openly flirting with me in front of my wife. I made plans to come back to see her when she worked the next day. And we would head back to her place for some fun. All this said in front of my wife who surely understood what kind of fun we’d be having. That I’d be gripping her tiny waist as my hard cock pumped into her from behind. And the waitress’s soft moans further encouraging me each time I thrust into her. She’d give me all the adoration and appreciation I deserved. And I’d show her how much it meant to me by covering her flat, tanned tummy in ropes of cum, watching it pool in her cute pierced belly button.
Thanks to the sexy waitress for the fantasy. I needed it