”Our waitress laughed and thanked us for making her job easier. She was cute. Her dark brown hair was curly, chin length, and was streaked with blon...e so she almost looked like a tiger. I couldn’t make out the exact shade of brown but with the pink restaurant lighting and dancing candlelight on our table, I knew exactly how I’d paint the highlights in her dark tresses. She wore a scoop neck top that hung open dangerously when she leaned over the table to explain the gnocchi, cuttlefish and bean. The first time I saw him we were reaching to squeeze the same orange. I hatebuying oranges that look so delicious and then taste like damp, bland fiberafter you've peeled them. Our eyes met. His were shining out of a dark, ruggedface and so damned blue, I could have drowned in them. I realized I was staringand made myself look down. "Excuse me." he said, "After you." That's all he said but it sounded like 'Take your clothes off. I want tofuck you'. I felt my neck grow hot as I went from orange. “Very nice,” I said.She stepped out from between my legs and sat down beside me.“Help me out of my boots,” she said as she sat back, still fondling her boobs.I didn’t need a second request. I silently and quickly took up a kneeling position in front of her, untying her bootlaces, as she continued to self-massage her tits. I quickly stripped her of her boots and her socks, as she unfastened the belt to her fatigue trousers. She arched her buttocks off the couch and I quickly helped her out of. He shook his head from side to side, releasing his pleasure.Dan smiled with pride at Wendy’s cock sucking abilities, seeing her cheeks caving in and the expressions of pleasure on Rob’s face. She kept sucking Rob’s cock until he finally had enough, and had to take his fingers out of her wet pussy to stop her, then let out a deep, long sigh of contentment.“Man I haven’t had a good cum like that in a long time, thank you!” He smiled.“I’m glad I was able to please you, Rob,” Wendy grinned, lightly.