Waiter Finger Curls Novels & Stories

He yelled, pointing a finger at my back. "Are you calling me?" I turned to face him with a neutral expression, carefully concealing any hint of excitement. "What did you put in my soup?" he asked. "How am I to know? I'm not a chef. I'm just a waiter who delivers." I answered nonchalantly. "Nonsense. I have been here often, so I know the chef is good. He will never mess up. It must be you!" he glared at me, his finger still pointing at me. "There is no way you leave this one untouched. Did you put something weird in it?"

the waiter said to me, smiled, did a small bow, and went back into the kitchen. "I told you I didn't want any more…" I protested. "Calm down. It's for me." "But you ordered two plates," I said, furrowing my brow and coming forward so has could hear my whisper. Smiling, he bent forward until his face was just inches away from mine. "And you're going to sit here and watch me eat them both." ***

The waitress asked, disappointment clouding her features. She was cute, with a small pout and light brown curls tied up in a messy bun. Her chocolate skin was peculiar, glowing. There was something endearing about her, and the look on her face tugged at my heart. Russo placed his hand on mine, and I felt the waitress's gaze drop to our intertwined fingers. "Yes." He lied without missing a beat, making me glare at him in surprise. "Oh, okay. Enjoy your meal." She said quietly before walking away.

Lisa motioned to the nearby waiter. The waiter dashed over to her table and poured her a another glass of wine. Lisa thanked the waiter, "Thank you." The waiter locked his gaze on Lisa before responding with his shit-eating grin. "Anytime." Ricardo coughed loudly to draw the waiter's attention. And when his eyes met Ricardo's icy blue eyes, the waiter's smile faded and he nearly dropped the tray in his hands. But, fortunately for him, he was able to control himsy and quickly scrambled away.

Icyln raised her finger and said pitifully, "Spencer, I just wanted to have this shrimp, but it hurt me." As she was speaking, tears welled up in her eyes. She seemed like a weeping beauty. A crossed look immediately formed on Lulu's face. She gritted her teeth in annoyance and her face turned red. Nicole narrowed her eyes. She had lost her appetite and was in no mood to continue eating. "Excuse me." Spencer raised his hand to signal for the waiter. "Sir, how may I help you?" The waiter came over and asked. "Please bring a pair of disposable gloves for this lady here." Spencer glanced at Icyln and spoke.

“Please, sir. Can we have some salt? There isn’t any on the table and the food needs a little seasoning for my taste.” The waiter nodded and headed off to the kitchen, but he returned with a worried look a minute later. “I’m so sorry, sir. The containers are out at the moment and the head chef is filled up. Can you borrow from a fellow customer? I apologize for the inconvenience.” The man nodded, acting nonchalant. “It’s okay. That’s fine.” The waiter smiled, like he had been given a good break, and left. Then it happened—the man turned to get salt from our table and he touched Shane.

All of her focus was on the hand between her legs, on the fingers that were now curling inside her, stroking that secret, sensitive spot deep within her. He added a second finger, stretching her, filling her. His thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it in slow, agonizing circles. The pleasure was building, a slow, steady wave that was threatening to crash over her. She could feel her muscles tensing, her breath catching in her throat. She took another bite of her salad, chewing mechanically, trying to act normal. “Is everything to your liking, miss?” the waiter asked, his gaze lingering on her a little too long.

T*ll leave the rest to you,' he said, meaning the relatively accessible area from strap to bikini bottoms, where his fingers had not strayed, dammit. Somehow she managed a nonchalant, ‘Thanks.* ‘No problem.* Oh, Lord, was there just a smidgeon of amusement in those two words? Did he sense my inner flutterings through his fingertips? Don't be ridiculous, Claudia. ‘That waiter’s taking his time,* he mused. ‘1*11 work up a thirst with a few more lengths.*

Just as everyone thought the matter was over, Iris hesitated before whispering to Lena, “I think there’s something off about this waiter.” Her voice was quiet, but Alaric caught it. He turned sharply. “What do you mean by ‘off’?” Before Iris could elaborate, the waiter, who had been bowing apologetically, suddenly tried to slip through the crowd. Zayn grabbed the back of his collar. “Where do you think you’re going? We’re not done here.”

Reiz chuckled because of this action as he then pushed Kate wheelchair towards the restaurant in front of them. The people inside the restaurant saw this dintingueshed guest doing such a thing. As their eyes widened in shock and disbeleif, they went outside and greeted the two of them. "Sir, leave this kind of thing to us" as the waiter smiled with professionalism, he stretched out his hands, intending to snatch the wheelchair. But Reiz cold glare made the waiter stop in his actions. As Reiz cold glare seemed to want to kill the waiter on the spot if the waiter ever really snatch ate wheelchair from his hands.