Devil in a green dress

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Devil in a green dressThis happened last night, St. Patricks day…. I went to dinner with some friends and my g/f at a restaurant a couple towns over. We arrived first and took a table upstairs facing out the front of the building and with a view of the stairs and water station. Upon entering the place I immediately notice a lovely young girl about 21 in a snug black top and green leggings who I’ve seen before and was very professional, an older lady in black jeans and a loose green top and as we are being led up to the upper level and new girl. She couldn’t have been more than 19, long blonde hair, tan skin and she was wearing the tightest green shirt that showed every line and curve. But that was it, I think she turned a shirt into a skirt, it was just barely covering her perfect rounded bottom with slits up each side that must have paralleled the sweetest pussy in town.We took our table and were left with some water and just ourselves up top until another group of people got seated at the next table over. Our girl in the green leggings who is a very beautiful dark skinned brunette with wavy hair tied up served them their water and took drink orders. Soon after she returns with jugs and glasses of water and then up the stairs I see the top of a blonde head. Our girl in green comes up with a tray of drinks, her skirt rising quite high from all the stairs, and she knows it but with her hand full has to serve her tray of drinks and then covers herself with the tray quickly scooting past us and palming her skirt back down.Our friends arrive and we chat about this and that, while I eagerly anticipate the return of the girl in green. Sure enough canlı bahis she returns and seats a large group of people and then goes around to all the empty tables and puts out little tea lights, as she reaches across and table adjacent to me I wonder if that smooth silky skin is covered underneath or if she’s one of those daring girls who didn’t want any lines showing in her dress…? there was enough stretch in her skirt it didn’t rise quite high enough to see but was tight enough to make out the fine lines of a very high and thin thong.As more people came and went I got to see more of her, she just delivered drinks or cleared tables, I’m certain she knew everyone was looking at here at this point. I got caught watching her as she whirled around from an empty table hands full of plates as she headed right past us to the rear stairs into the kitchen. I must have blushed and looked away because she came up the front stairs and pulled her skirt back down before rounding the corner and looking towards our table. As she reset the now cleared table and walked past us again I watched her as she went by, those smooth silky legs, her hips swaying side to side and her beautiful firm tits that I’m sure would defy gravity when she took her bra off. As she went by she checked us over and asked if everything was ok, of course all of us nod and say yes, she looks right at me and winks. At the end of our evening who else but her comes to clear the table, she leans in far to take my plate her top just a bit too high for a great peak but I think it was to hike up that skirt. She removes some bread baskets from other tables and I puts them down on the table behind bahis siteleri us, one of the ones on the way to the kitchen. I excuse myself to visit the washroom and as I pass by I can’t help look, I wasn’t sure for certain but was that thong line gone? She bends over as I pass by, my goofy self sidesteps to avoid bumping her rear although that’s the complete opposite of what I wanted. I couldn’t go back, plus our friends were facing that direction, I’d be busted for sure, which made me wonder if that was her game now….As I came out of the washroom there was small table at the top of the stairs and here she was again waiting for nothing in particular, that dress so teasingly close to those beautifully round ass cheeks, I slowed down for one last peek and headed back before I was spotted. I didn’t really hear any more of the conversation as I sat down. My mind racing around thoughts that were probably unlikely and just fantasy but I’ve heard of crazier things happening. What if I was meant to touch her ass as I went by, maybe this is how she gets off, with teasing older guys in public. I replayed my steps over again, what if, what if, maybe if I had of gave her a gently brush as I passed by she may have bent down to pick up that napkin on the floor at the stair top table. Her dress was certainly high enough, she had quite constantly pulling it down and it was bunched up a bit around her toned stomach. What would I have done if she had bent over? What if that smooth white ass had peeked out? Smooth pussy lips just peeking out on display.I couldn’t whip my dick out at the top of the stairs, maybe just a gentle caress, then pop into the bahis şirketleri washroom? I couldn’t do that anyways, or could I? Maybe she would have slipped into the large washroom with me, I could have taken some pics to share, her sitting up on the sink counter, legs spread slightly revealing that sweet pink pussy, knowing my cock was growing harder by the second. Would she just hike up her skirt a bit more and let me taste that slit, sucking that clit out and making her wet right there?Or would she just pull the whole damned thing off, it was only three buttons at the top and then all her sexy tight body would be revealed. I could just imagine it being pulled up and off, rolling up as she pulled it up over her head, her ribs just showing through as she flexed, silky blonde hair raining down as the skirt slipped of her head. Those sexy eyes looking up as she shook her hair back into place.I’ve imagined fucking many women before but never have, would this be the opportunity that changes all that? Could I let some stranger pull out my hard cock? Would she just want me to slide right in her there,would she hop off the counter and bend over holding on to the counter or maybe jump down and get on her knees and take me up in her mouth. Those soft red lips working down my shaft, her tongue coming up from below, she has done this before, nothing new. Before I knew it we were up to leave, I looked around for that green dressed little vixen but couldn’t find her. We passed by the other two waitresses and headed for the door and on the landing was our girl in green, a little grin as we walked out the door into the night. Crazy part was, as much as I was hoping for a peek of that wonderful ass, my g/f pipes up out of nowhere soon after we left. “I didn’t really want it to happen, but I kinda hoped she had a wardrobe malfunction.” I damned near turned around and went back.

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