Waiter Finger Curls Novels & Stories

He clicks his fingers and in the next seconds, one of the waiters came rushing toward them. "Good day, Sir," The waiter greeted him. "Four plates of pasta with four chicken laps, four packs of orange juice, and two bottles of water," He ordered, and the waiter nodded and left to go get it. "I didn't need to ask if you'll like Orange juice. Of course, ladies love the juice, so you shouldn't be an exception," He said sarcastically, and she bit her lower lip. The waiter arrived with the ordered food. "Here, Sir," The waiter said, but he signaled him to give it to Lilly, who took it with a smile on his face.

Shrugging, I closed the door and turned around to leave but jumped as I came face to face with the same waiter from earlier. "What the heck!" My hand immediately shot up to my throbbing heart. "I'm so sorry, madame, I didn't mean scare you. I'm really sorry." He started curtsying repeatedly. I eyed the guy. He didn't look to be someone from this country. "It's alright," assuring, I walked around him to leave, but he was in front of me once again. My hands balled into fists in awareness for any unwanted incident, and brows furrowed. "Excuse me! Do you need som-"

She said excitedly and gestured at her assistant to set somethings up. A waiter came along “Would you like to have anything?” The young man asked and Rielle nodded “Spring water please.” She said and the man walked off. “Here, As you can see here the company doesn’t—“ she stopped on seeing the waiter come back with the water. Rielle smiled and raised a finger, indicating for her to stop of which she did.

"This way please." The waiter led Frost in the corner of the restaurant which made Frost nodded in approval. She likes this waiter's keen observation. This waiter has some skills. "Give me your specialty here. Also, bring a sour soup." Frost right away uttered when she sat down onto the wooden chair. "I will serve it in a minute, Boss." The waiter said before left. Frost then propped her face onto her palm. Her fingers gently tapping on the table. She looked around only to notice that there seems to be not many people eating here.

I huffed. He chuckled at this raising an eyebrow, “up for round two?” he asked. I glanced down at my clean plate, then at his, before giving him a nod. He chuckled raising a hand, “waiter!” he called out, “can we get some more fries here?” **************

She was panting. I slid my fingers underneath them finding her clit, and doing circles on it with some light pressure. She moaned out and covered her mouth. I placed my other hand on hers telling her to put her hands on the table. "Just you and me, remember." she nodded. I continued to touch her until she was moaning loudly, and freely, enjoying my touch. When she was about to explode, I stopped, pulling my hand away and placing my fingers in my mouth. "You are so sweet," I said finally getting to taste her. She looked at me frustrated. "Not yet, baby girl, not until I can feel it completely and join along with you." I watched as she sucked in air, "Breathe baby girl." We sat and talked lik

She was surprised when he returned with a styrofoam plate. “Oh, no! You are through,” the waiter remarked. She smiled softly and answered, “As you can see.” “My bad. Do you mind having some finger foods?” The waiter asked hoping to compensate her with his snacks. “Why not? That will make my day,” Barbara responded cheerfully. “I will be back,” the waiter said and walked away. “Don't take the whole day again,” one of them cautioned him. “Not at all,” he answered and walked on briskly.

His tone was so mean, the waiter froze, his eyes darting between us. Purposefully, Christopher picked up my right hand, intentionally flashing the waiter my wedding ring. He wrapped his other arm around me and then pressed his lips on mine. When he pull away and looked at the waiter, there was a satisfied smile on his face but the murderous look remained in his eyes. I turned to the waiter, "Thank you." "That will be all." I said quickly, trying to ease the tension. When the man left, I placed my hand on Christopher's thigh, "What was that for?"

The heat of the hundreds of bodies in the room made her vision swim slightly. A tall waiter stepped directly to her left. He kept his head respectfully bowed, his sharp features completely hidden in the shadow of the grand staircase. He held out a heavy silver tray bearing two crystal flutes of champagne. Zara reached out. Her manicured fingers wrapped securely around the delicate crystal stem. But the waiter didn't step back. Instead, he leaned in. He deliberately bumped his gloved hand against hers. He moved incredibly fast. Before she could even process the mistake, he shoved a small, completely solid object directly into her palm.

Shaking my head with my hair high in a tight, stylish bun, I crossed my arms on my chest. “Don’t play word games with me, waiter! I said ‘crap’!” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I want to see the cook. Go fetch him!” I made a hand gesture for him to make haste, dangling my fake diamond bracelet. Some people turned to check what was going on, but I didn’t care. This was part of my plan, anyway. The noisier, the better. The waiter, brushed his hand over his shortly-cut hair and confusion appeared on his sweet face. He was older than me, but being the customer, I was the one to give orders.