She was waiting patiently, kneeling on the floor just as I had left her. Naked. Blindfolded. Hands tied behind her. Good posture. Back straight, shoulders back, her small perky breasts thrust out. Her nipples, as always, standing at attention in anticipation. Knees spread apart just right. It was a special occasion and she was being the perfect pet. It was to be our last time together. Well, maybe not 'the' last but the last of anything regular. There might be a time when she needed some 'kink' to spice up her life but it would be random and I think very very seldom. So she was being the best pet she could be tonight. For me. And I had a surprised planned for her. She would taste my cock. No surprise there, she knew that would happen. The surprise would be the second cock pressing its way between her lips. And a third. And a fourth. That was the plan. But as we all learn too soon in life things don't always go according to plan.
But let me back up and explain how all of this started. Back to the beginning of this little journey with Sam. Sam, short for Samantha, is less than half my age. She was twenty and I, well, I am old...older. She was a waitress, waiter, server, whatever the correct term is she worked at the restaurant/bar my buddies and I went to every Friday night. She was our favorite. Not because she was the best looking, close but not the best, but because she had the most personality. Smart, friendly, great sense of humor. We always competed to see who could get the most of her attention. Who could make her laugh. Who would be the lucky guy to get a hug or a back scratching. We all flirted with her but it was very mild, very PG. The most aggressive move would be a side hug. Above the waist.
I was surprised to learn later Sam had been overweight most of her life. In high school she was one of the smart kids. Active in a lot of extracurriculars but not active with the boys. Even if she had attracted their attention her parents were very strict and did not allowed her to date until her senior year. The few dates that took place always included her younger sister as a chaperone. They did pay her college tuition but she had to work for everything else she needed. Seems full time student and full time work helped Sam to shed some weight. She started getting attention from men but didn't seem to notice.
Occasionally I would eat there early in the week. The food was always good and on a Monday or Tuesday I would have the place almost to myself. I could eat in peace and read a book on my Kindle, maybe flirt with Sam if she was working. On this particular Tuesday I was upstairs in the bar area sitting at a back table. It was just me and a couple sitting over at the bar. Sam was wearing the standard uniform: black shirt and black skirt, short enough for the men to appreciate but not so short as to offend the women. Since it was slow Sam spent a lot time at my table. She had a tendency to stand very close. Since we usually sit at a high top table her shoulder will brush my shoulder. That night I was at a regular table so when she stood close I could feel her body against me. Now I don't know how everyone else is but I have a personal perimeter I expect people to stay out of. Anyone getting inside that zone evokes a reflex response. A response to aggression. If it is a man I automatically tense for a fight as if he intended to 'get in my face' so to speak. Most of the time all it takes is backing away a little to reestablish my comfort zone. If it is a woman I tense for a different kind of physical encounter and decide if I want to encourage or discourage but this time since I was sitting I couldn't back away from Sam. Not that I wanted to.
Sam leaned over and put her elbows and the table so she could see what I was reading. At first I think she was trying to disturb my concentration not realizing she had done that the moment she came over. She kept leaning in close to block my view but then I noticed she seemed to focus on the screen sort of like when a bird dog goes to point. The current passage was a woman giving a detailed description of her first anal experience. At this point I think I had an out of body experience. I became aware of my hand on Sam's calf. And it was moving up. I remember thinking she must have shaved her legs before coming to work. I remember wondering why my hand continued to go up. OK, I knew why but under what power. My brain was a spectator. A spectator about to panic. But onward my hand continued, past the inside of her knee, onto the soft skin of her thigh. Sam's eyes were glued to the screen. She should be at the part where the boyfriend's best friend walks in on them. You see, this woman liked to leave the front door open for the thrill of being seen while they had sex on the floor. In this case they are seen and more. She is on her hands and knees. The boyfriend behind her. Inside her. She looks at his best friend and does the only thing possible. Licks her lips. He steps forward, unzips, and offers her something to suck on. At this point I'm feeling skin getting warmer the higher I go and then....cloth touching the side of my finger. Her panties. What the hell am I doing? This is Sam. We are in the restaurant. Her panties are damp. So I do the only possible thing. I push my hand a little higher and begin a little back and forth motion. Suddenly she stands up. I drop my hand and she walks off.
Shit. Shit. Shit. I need to pay my tab and leave. Pay my tab, find her and apologize and leave. And never come back. What in the hell was I thinking. I closed the cover of the Kindle and had started to get up when I saw her coming back. She went right back to the same spot, the same position and said "I wasn't finished reading." I caught my jaw after it bounced off the table and opened the Kindle to the page she was reading. And found her leg again. Followed the same path. I was feeling lightheaded. Drunk? Drugged? Had I stepped into the Twilight Zone? My hand continuing upward....Son of a Bitch! She had taken her panties off! At this point I became aware of having split personalities. My civilized brain was trying to sort out the complexities of the situation. We were in a public business. The bartender merely nodded and smiled when he looked our way. She had taken off her panties and returned. Where would this go next? How would this effect Friday nights with the guys? Meanwhile my primal brain was tracing my fingertip around her pussy. Up the side, down just barely parting the lips, feeling the rough texture off her puckered ass and back up. Pushing into her this time. Feeling how wet she was. Sometime around here my civilized brain shorted out. Primal brain was in full control. He shocked both of us.
Sam stayed focused on the Kindle. On the woman who was now explaining her growing fascination with all things anal. Primal brain must have picked up on the vibrations. I was a mere observer as my finger moved south. I think I was as shocked as she was as I pushed my finger into her ass. A sharp intake of breath and she tensed up. I stopped and waited. Slowly twisting my finger a little each direction. She began to relax and I began to push. One knuckle. Two. All the way. Then I started slowly finger fucking her ass. It was one of those movie moments when everything seems to go into super slow motion so I am not sure how long it was but suddenly I felt her tense again. A combination of a sigh and moan came out of her and I felt the spasms roll though her. She stood up, when she looked at me her face was flushed, her expression truly deer-in-the-headlights. She turned without a word and left.
So there I was again not knowing what to do. Primal brain wanted to go the bathroom and jack off. Civilized brain was running in circles screaming "do something you idiot, do something." So I did. I finished my drink and waited to see what the fallout would be. After a few minutes Sam came back. Not a word was said. She would not make eye contact. She simply placed my bill on the table and left. 'At least now I know Friday night will be awkward' I thought and picked up the bill. But it wasn't my bill. It was a phone number.
And so began Sam's journey. And mine.