Traffic was backed up on the highway, typical during a rain in the desert; No one here has any clue about driving in any sort of weather. We finally reached our exit, and I pulled onto the main road leading back to our neighborhood, as we began passing the shopping areas.
"I'm hungry," Ann stated flatly. "Let's get something to eat."
"Pick a place," I answered her.
"Here on the right, that steak place," she mentioned.
This family style steak place wasn't on my list of 'top favorites' and wasn't of 'birthday celebration' caliber, however by the way we were casually dressed, it was appropriate for tonight.
I parked and helped her out of the truck and escorted her inside through the driving rain. By the time we entered the restaurant, we were both soaked. Ann's white oxford clung to her breasts, had it not been for her red camisole underneath, she might as well have been naked. Her auburn hair was soaked; she gently shook it out, letting her natural dark curls take shape framing her face. We were seated at a booth in the corner of the restaurant, much quieter corner than the rest of the place.
The waitress was at our table a moment later, thoughtfully bringing a couple small towels for us to help dry ourselves off. She seemed to be about 18 or 19, closely cut blonde hair that was spiked on top. Her extremely petite figure, maybe a large A cup, tiny waist and small ass was obvious by her tight fitting clothing. She seemed to glance at me but took her time giving Ann the "once-over".
"I'm Alison!" her perky voice exclaimed, she glanced at me and back to Ann, "and I'm her to serve you....errr.....I'll be your server this evening." Ann chuckled, noticing the girls Freudian slip. Ann looked incredible, even if she was just in out of the rain. The waitress was gone in a flash and we quickly decided what to order.
"I'm still drenched," Ann mentioned. She removed her oxford, and was beginning to pat down her shoulders and arms to dry them, just as our cute little waitress returned. Ann's soaking wet camisole did nothing to hide her perfect C-cups, her iron hard nipples pushing through the thin fabric. Alison took notice as well, beginning to stammer through her next address.
"I thought you.....ah...might be....ready to...areola, I mean, order," she paused, blushing wildly, "I'll be right back!" she turned on her heel and was gone in a flash.
I laughed out loud. "Geez, baby, you think you could make the poor girl a little more nervous with those loaded weapons?"
Ann sneered back laughing "What do you mean, my Weapons of Mass Distraction?"
"Yeah!" I replied, "poor Alison is probably in the back trying to compose herself, I think she likes you!"
"Only one way to find out," Ann replied, and flashed me the devil's grin I've seen a couple times today. My cock throbbed in my jeans, just that look, with the rain glistening off her upper chest, and nipples staring straight at me, was enough to make me ready right here.
Moments later, Alison came back, she tried not to stare at Ann, but that only lasted a few seconds. Ann pretended not to notice.