Waiter Finger Curls Novels & Stories

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?

She needed. That’s where she saw him. Finn Murphy, one of the cater-waiters. Tall, at least six foot one with messy brown hair that looked like he’d run his hands through it five minutes ago, a charming grin, and currently juggling three champagne flutes while apologizing to a guest he’d just spilled on. “Sorry, sir! It’s my first day as a flamingo. I mean… a waiter.” The guest, a middle aged man in a bow tie burst laughing despite the wet spot on his pants, Finn winked, bowed dramatically, and somehow made the whole thing look intentional.

I washed my face, and sure that I looked good and not someone who had swallowed shit, I took a deep breath and then stepped out. But the cute waiter was waiting, his back against the wall, with his hands crossed over his broad chest. Seeing me, he dropped his hands. The first two of his buttons were open now and I could swear they weren't before. His movement showed how ripped he was. “That's quick. You didn't seem to like the curry so much.” His gaze was keen, as she looked at me, his height hovering over mine. “The food was good overall.” I gave him a little smile, but he moved closer to me instead as if wanting to corner me and I let him, by moving backward, hitting my back on the wall.

She offered a flirty smile of her own just to see Ciaran's reaction. From the corner of her eye she saw his fists clench and his knuckles turned white. She turned her widened smile towards him as the waiter left their table. Intertwining her fingers she propped her elbows the edge of the table and placed her chin over her interlaced fingers still grinning at him. Her eyes danced with laughter as she took in the full view of his expression. Hooded eyes, lips in a tight line. A nerve twitched against his jaw as he gritted his teeth.

I have to bite down on my lip to keep from moaning when he begins to rub his finger along the length of my folds. "All right, all right," I say as soon as the waiter leaves. "I forfeit. I lose." "If we were anywhere but Martin's restaurant, you'd be in deep, deep trouble." I don't doubt it. Calder removes his hand from between my legs, and as I watch he brings his wet finger up to his lips. Holy crap.

the waitress squealed. Alex smiled and glanced at Claire who was sitting next to him. “My wife is having cravings. Spaghetti carbonaranya two, yes.” Alex pleaded. But his waist again received a hard pinch from Claire's hand. “It hurts baby,” Alex winced with a protest tone that sounded spoiled to the ears. Instantly Claire released the pinch and lowered her face. She couldn't bring herself to look up to see the smiling people staring at them. Even the waiter smiled amusedly and shook his head.

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.

"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."""

he said with a quick, friendly nod, stepping back to give us space. I reached into my bag without thinking and pulled out my phone. “Hold on, one sec.” I opened the camera app, switched to video mode, and hit record. The little red dot blinked to life. The waiter caught on immediately, he’d probably seen this a hundred times from tourists. He leaned over my glass with a small flourish, picked up a thin cocktail stirrer from his apron pocket, and dipped it into the wine at just the right angle. A quick twist of his wrist, and a perfect, delicate heart appeared in the foam on top, simple, but charming, the kind of little show that made people smile and tip extra.