Waiter Finger Curls Novels & Stories

Euphoric shivers danced up my arm and filled the rest of my body. “Okay,” I exhaled. Leaving my hand, Andrew raised his arm to catch our waiter’s attention. “We have an emergency and need to take our food to go,” he explained, wearing a severe expression. I tried not to laugh. “As soon as possible,” Andrew added, pulling a bill from his wallet and discreetly slipping it into the waiter’s hand. “Yes, sir,” the man eagerly nodded before rushing off. “There.” Underneath the table, Andrew’s hand found my knee. The muscles between my thighs sharply contracted, and I arched my back to keep myself sitting up straight. One more forbidden touch and I would be a puddle on the floor.

They felt that the food on their table was all garbage. In a private room next door, the door was kicked open with a bang. The person inside shouted discontentedly, "Waiter, come here." "Sir, what can I do for you?" The waiter immediately ran over. "Why didn't you serve this delicacy to us when you had it? Are you afraid I don't have enough money?" The speaker was a young man dressed in luxurious clothes. There were three men and three women beside him. All of them looked extraordinary. The waiter could tell that these people were cultivation artists. In the Lingwu Continent, cultivation artists were the last ones to be provoked. He quickly said with a smile, "Young Master, I'm really sorry.

It was one hundred percent sure even if its host ate and ran, it wouldn't matter because many here would gladly pay for her bill. "Here's your Butternut Squash-Apricot Chicken Noodle Curry and Classic Milk Bubble Tea With Tapioca Pearls," politely delivered by the waiter despite being puzzled why the beautiful lady chose the noodle curry for breakfast. Later on though, he shrugged, thinking a reason must be behind this.Even if there's none, in the end, it wouldn't matter because a goddess is always right. She nodded, then smilingly looked at her two-seater table which was now no longer empty. When the waiter left, she picked the spoon up, only to play with it, rubbing its handle's slightly c

Thaddeus said, but Aiden could still feel the man's eyes on him, which creeped him out. “I'll take your menu,” The waiter said, and Thaddeus handed the waiter his menu. Aiden grabbed his menu and handed it to the waiter, but as the man grabbed it, he grabbed Aiden's hand along with the menu and held on. The waiter winked at Aiden, and the Omega froze. Fear washed over him, and he began to tremble. Aiden tried to pull his hand back, but the man tightened his grip, and the Omega's stomach dropped. The waiter loosened his grip, and his finger slid over Aiden's as his finger slid out of the man's hand. His touch felt disgusting and dirty. Aiden's heart beat erratically, and it became harder to b

Despite the attention, he remained composed and unruffled, his focus solely on me as we perused the menu, ready to enjoy a meal in the bustling restaurant. As the waiter approached our table, I couldn't resist flashing him a playful smile, feeling Alpha Alexander’s eyes boring into me. The waiter reciprocated my flirtatious demeanor, and I leaned in subtly as he took our orders, exchanging banter that danced on the edge of flirtation. When he handed me the bill, I noticed a phone number scribbled on a handkerchief, his parting gift hidden within the folds.

“Why were you rushing earlier? Are you stupid? And why were you holding a bowl of hot water in here—“ “Hey!” a drunk man shouted from afar. Victoria and Althea looked over only to see an old fat man with his face red, pointing his fatty finger towards the waiter, who was cowering in fear under the gazes of big people inside. “Where is my hot water?! Hurry!” The waiter almost shrunk down in his own body in fear. He cast his gaze down and his mouth was refusing to open. Even though it does, he will not, knowing that only sobs will come out.

'' Tina exclaimed. A sigh escaped from my lips as I reluctantly headed over to their table to get their orders. My palm started to sweat and shake badly at this time. My wobbly legs took me to them ''Good evening, I'll be your waitress for tonight. What can I get for you?'' I stated in my professional voice trying real hard not to stammer. I looked up and see him staring at me so intently. I feel my body starting to shake and my heart pounding out my chest. His stare is so intense that it can make anyone cower away.

They acted quickly. While Candace and I were at home eating her birthday cake, their post went viral. They must have spent serious money boosting its popularity. The hashtag 'Kept Man Insults Waiter In a Restaurant' left both of us stunned. They really knew how to bend the truth. The earliest and most viral video was posted by that waiter called Ethan Fawn. In the video, he portrayed himself as an underpaid employee being bullied by the rich. He looked exhausted and wronged as he accused me of mistreating him.

Adam holds out his hand and the waiter walks over while a hurricane is happening between my legs I cross my legs in search of more contact but all I wanted was Adam pushing in and out of me, hard, fast. I know it's rude to put your elbows on the table but I don't care when I put one of them on the table and my hand on my chin. I'm hot, really hot and after the waiter gives me a strange look he leaves. "You'll have to hold on a little longer, princess, he'll be right back. You don't want to orgasm in front of the waiter, and I doubt that once you get there you'll be able to control what your body does. "He teases.

There is plenty of legroom beneath the table, so- His free hand, not cradling his wine glass, disappears under the table. A few seconds later, a certain warmth slides between my legs, prying through the high-slit dress to rest on my centre. “You-” His finger presses exploringly against me, causing my words to cut short. “Is everything okay?” The very attentive waiter is quick to my side. “Huh, yes, ever- ah...” His fingers continue to seek more definition through the panties, despite my conversation with the waiter. “Everything is fine.” I utter, but his finger finds my nub, jolting me to sit more upright. As if my reactions please him, he begins to stroke the spot again, so I press my legs