Walter catches an erotic eyeful when a mouth-watering waitress is on the menu for him and his domme wife.

“You know what that girl needs?” my wife commented.

I turned to see which girl she was indicating. Simone had her eyes locked on our waitress, a blonde-haired fluffy thing, all curly locks and pursed lips. We were at a high-end restaurant, celebrating a bit of good news that had come our way. The waitress, like the rest of the wait staff, had on a crisp white shirt and neat black slacks. Her outfit was mildly androgynous, but the tousle of curls spilling free and the candy-pink lipstick made her seem luxuriously feminine.

“What does she need?” I asked, my voice hushed.

“Oh, you can guess, can’t you?” Simone leaned back in the sumptuous velvet... Read More