Waiter Finger Curls Novels & Stories

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.

I tried to suppress a moan, and my toes curled from the tingling pleasure his touch was giving me. My lips parted slightly when he slid his fingers into my soaked core, moving in and out with quick, skilled motions. I looked at him and he gave me a teasing smile. My grip on his arm tightened and I buried my face into his neck. I bit his shoulder as pleasure overwhelmed me, and he hissed softly in response. Just as he pulled away, the waitress arrived and placed our food on the table. I quickly covered my face, sure that it was flushed red. I heard Crius thank her, and I smacked his arm playfully.

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.”

While Kate looked at the waiter with weird eyes. Reiz in turn looked at the waiter in cold gaze. "Are you blind? Can you see that she is pregnant?!" Reiz said, his cold gaze wishing to penetrate the waiter wholebody. The waiter trembled because of Reiz cold gaze. As that shiver spread down to his spine after taking a closer look at Kate belly, which in turn, he get a more cold and terrifying gaze landing on his body. "I apologize! I did not see the bulge earlier because of the countless blankets" the waiter said those words in a flustered tone as he then left in a hurry after wiping up the sweat that was formed in his forehead.

With a snap of the waiter’s fingers, the table disappeared and another reappeared with newly placed food. “Thank you,” I said, wiping my hands with the napkin. “Of course, sir,” said the waiter and snapped his finger again. The stickiness that was starting to dry between my fingers and on my suit was suddenly gone. Instead of repeating a thank you, I nodded a silent one. The waiter smiled and then disappeared to go and wait on everyone else in the restaurant. John grimaced, suddenly realizing that he had finally gone too far. With his head bowed in submission, he finally backed off. “I apologize for speaking out of turn, alpha,” he said.

Cafelle noticed the waitress unmoving presence while Eder was trying it's best to maintain a normal face, though that was impossible. The fork to Eder's grip tightened, Cafelle's hand under the table touched the hard thing, unable to come and suppressing its moan. Then the waitress felt something was wrong, especially Eder who's shaking with sweats around its forehead. “Sir? Are you ok?” She looked at the other person, who was Cafelle smiling watching Eder, and her eyes diverted to the other who's having a hard time breathing. “Three” Cafelle tapped the table in a monotone pattern, staring at Eder's patience body all red, he smirked wondering until when can Eder hold?

grunted Rajata, “OK, I'll shoot you now then!” Merina laughed. “It's late, Ta!” The waitress came with the order, their conversation stopped. “Let's just eat!” Merina said, “I'm hungry!” Rajata nodded in agreement. For a moment, neither of them spoke. “Mer,” said Rajata, reopening the conversation. “Hmm?” said Merina, still busy eating. “So it's too late, huh?” Merina's smile expanded while still chewing. Without speaking, she showed her ring finger. A yellow ring coiled there.

And I wondered what he was trying to do. But something else caught my attention as his arm revealed. I noticed a small tattoo on his left hand. My eyes moved to it without thinking, curiosity pulling me in. I wanted to see it clearly but didn’t want him to notice, so I ended up dropping my fork and leaning close as if I wanted to pick up something across the table. It looks like a name. Or was it a…? I can’t really see it well. I leaned in more to get a clearer view but before I could, a waiter stepped forward with a plate of crabs and handed him a pair of gloves. And just like that, it was gone.

"Sir, you are a VIP customer. The rule here is that every VIP customer must have a dedicated waiter to serve them 24/7 and I am your waiter. My name is..." "I told you to get out, didn't you hear me? Do you really want me to pick a fight with you? I just don't like being watched by others, and I don't give a sh*t about your rules. Do you have any problems? If yes, tell your boss to see me, and I will talk to him." Walter's voice suddenly rose a few decibels. "However, the waiter was not flustered at all and replied good-naturedly, ""Sir, my boss is not around, so you can tell me what you need and I will do whatever you want."""