Olive Garden…

"You cannot be serious, girl" I said to my BFF. You see, we have been friends for a long time. Ever since first grade, so whatever is going on in that crazy head of hers, Mmm Mmmm, the same thing is happening in mine. "Should I get his attention? You know what" I let my sexy whistle out right in the middle of Olive Garden. The entire restaurant froze, right there, and everybody stared at me. By the way, my name is Vanessa and my bestie here is Madison. I have the cushy job and she is the artist, so I can afford to be brash.

Clearing my throat so everyone can hear what I have to say. "Madison" pointing to my bestie who is in front of me. "She really wants to get to know that waiter. Maybe even take him home with the to-go box at the end of the meal." I could see the glow from behind her, her embarrassment. Well I pushed this one step further.

Taking her from behind, not like that... although we have, you know, played a little slap and tickle. Hooking my arms through hers so Maddie’s chest can be enlarged. I am sorry, that is what I call Madison from time to time. "Oh, come on. He should know that you would masturbate to him once you are back at your studio. From his looking at you, thinking that you must be bat shit crazy to even know me. You know?" I can tell when Maddie just wants to run and, well, do the twist on her clit or hide, whichever makes sense at the time. But somehow I am always there to give her new batteries and to push those triple E's forward.

Leaning in so my loud whisper can be heard by the surrounding tables. "Come on, he is likely to slip right into your greedy hole but only if you act." Marching her forward with my arms still squeezing Maddie’s arms behind her back. "You are not wearing a bra!" Maybe I said this in a little too loud of a whisper but seeing her nipples standing tall and proud beneath her shirt. "Damn you" I said feeling my own pussy getting so wet. There is just something about nipples that always triggers this reaction from me.

For the moment all of my energy is directed at my bestie. "Now to find the hostess who is seating us." Using her chest to point in every direction I could manage until I spotted that black clad lady. "Follow the green dot, that she has on her apron" steering Maddie through the restaurant with her tits leading the way. Following the hostess as she wined through the rooms of people who had heard my speech. And, yes, I can feel that disgusting hand tempting me to try the lesbian thing again. Who knows maybe the second time is the charm.

Getting to the table in the back of the restaurant. Some places where all my antics could be hidden at least for a little while. "Thank you" I said to the hostess as she seated us. My bestie and me. "What to talk about" I raised the question early while I looked into the doe like soft eyes of Madison. "Ooh, I know, how about sex. The one thing that we cannot live without." Introducing this subject over a glass of ice cold water. Tilting the glass just enough so I could fish out a cube of ice and hold it between my teeth. Wiggling my eyebrows at the girl who is struggling with two options. The first to flee this restaurant and never be seen again or... "Ohh, you are such a naughty girl" I said almost choking on that cube of ice. "You know what actually got me? After I had arrested your arms and I noticed that you did, not, have a bra on. Right there I just wanted to strip you down and go to town on your cunt!" Without missing a beat my conversation altered up to the same cute waiter that Maddie was blushing over right now over or should I say under. "I will have a blush, the Madison" stopping right there as her embarrassment was bordering on a complete route. "Special, do you know what, make that two for my bestie and I. Do not worry I will pick up the check" I said carefully reading over the menu, totally ignoring the colorless woman who sat across from me. "You know what always gets my buttons flared is a man who can find the clit without thinking about it" saying this with the waiter coming up to pour the blush in both of our wine flutes.

"Ladies" I said thinking about what the more appropriately dressed one said earlier in the restaurant. About Madison taking home more than her leftovers. "Ladies", trying again, "would you care for a taste before I pour." Shifting because I am getting a boner from just listening to Madison's friend talk dirty in such a clean restaurant, I mean come on at the Olive Garden, sex is left at the door. Clearing my throat as I poured just a hint of the fragrant liquid into Madison's friends glass. "How does it taste?" Only paying half attention to what she said.

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