Friends had told me that the restaurant near my office had tremendous food, but they said nothing about how busy it got during lunch. There was a line out the door the day I decided to check it out. It was hard to remain patient. I joined the chorus line of grumbling stomachs while I waited with my new undernourished comrades. I tolerated the corner booth at the far end of the restaurant once I finally made it to the front of the line. The place was packed. Not an empty seat could be found except for my hidden corner table. I followed the frazzled hostess through the maze of chairs and customers. Her shifting hips and firm ass lessened the frustration of my long wait. The noise of the restaurant strengthened my tension headache.
I managed to ignore much of the frenzy of the customers and staff near my area of the eatery while reading my newspaper. A woman’s laugh broke my concentration. The laugh was like music in the restaurant and cut through the chaotic noise of the place. The muscles in my shoulders and neck loosened at the sound and I felt a smile wrinkle my face. My eyes left my newspaper and searched the restaurant for the siren with the harmonious voice. The siren was a slender, petite woman with a light bronze tan on her skin. Fine, defined features showed off her goddess-like face. Her eyes sparkled when she laughed and a dimple shadowed parts of each cheek with her grin. My heart skipped. I was sure my mouth had gaped open. She sat with a young man with a stylish haircut and a hemp-rope necklace wrapped around his thick, tan neck. His physique was cut like a well-conditioned athlete. They were a head-turning couple, though neither seemed to notice the attention they had received from people in the area.
I pretended to read my newspaper while I ate, but my eyes continued to be drawn to the woman like metal to magnet. It was her laugh and her looks that first grabbed my interest, but it was the flash of white between her thighs that made me focus. Every time the woman shifted her legs, her short skirt hiked upward and revealed her white panties like a beacon under the table. The contrast between her dark skin and brilliance of the light-colored cloth gave me an easy target to steal some glances of her crotch. What an unintentional show she put on.
She slithered in her seat so often that each time my glance returned to her thighs; I could see more of her panties. My cock stiffened as I imagined how incredible it would be to wiggle around the white cloth and sink my cock into her. I could give her the thrill that only the experienced could provide. It would be a skill her boyfriend would not know for a few more years. How she teased me, enticed me to see more. I had gained a new appreciation for the somewhat hidden location of the booth that allowed me such a tremendous, secret view. At least I thought that my gazing was selfishly innocent enough and had gone unnoticed. I peeked at her thighs longer with each glance and my cock pushed against my slacks. I squirmed in my seat and crossed my legs trying to hide my stretching slacks. It might have been my fidgeting and long stares that eventually got me caught.
My eyes had just moved from her inner thighs to her face when her dark eyes locked on mine. My heart froze mid-pump. My breath failed to exhale or inhale. She stared straight at me. Her eyes told me that she knew what I was doing. All my self-aggrandized “skill” meant nothing. She was now in control. I had, indeed, been caught stealing glimpses of her. I realized that if she told her hulking boyfriend that my eyes had been loitering between her thighs, I’d be the main course in his fist-feast. I held my breath when she excused herself and walked towards me. Her eyes never left mine. Sweat dotted my forehead. Each step she took caused my heart to thunder blood through my veins. At the last second, she turned towards the bathroom near my table. Her eyes were heavy on me until she disappeared behind the bathroom door….
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