If you read "MILF Fucks Young Waiter" this is the sequel. I couldn't help reliving that memory of Dee drunk at our favorite brewpub. I set it up so she fucked Jay the 26 year old small built waiter that she told me she thought was "cute." We would be having sex and I would start picturing that night scene every time we had sex. I would start banging so hard my abdominal muscles would ache the next morning. Of course she loved it and thought none the wiser, as she literally has drunk induced amnesia and recalls nothing when she's loaded. Let alone that she received two loads in her that night. Mine and young Jays.
We would still frequent that place and Jay never let on either. He and I would just exchange knowing grins when she wasn't looking from time to time. The other young male staff members, the bartenders and servers became extra attentive to us ever since that night. Obviously, Jay spread the experience he had with Dee to the other guys being young and male. I suppose they must've thought if they put their best foot forward to us, they would get a special "reward." I found it amusing actually. I doubt Dee even noticed the extra attention.
On the nights that I wanted to do something sexual with her at the pub? Sometimes I would get her a few drinks before we'd go to speed things up. She's also a light weight so two beers or two glasses of wine she's well on her way. On those nights? She'd be more open to dressing sexy through my asking. She normally wouldn't wear a skirt when we'd go out. BUT if a buzz was in place? She'd be happy to comply. She had a set of low buttoned tops that were fitted she liked to wear with a camisole under them and untucked. A few different colors, black, white, maroon, and white pin stripped. It was a great look for her, highlighting her shape and big tits to their best advantage. I would ask her to wear extra make up those nights to look sexier as well. My personal favorites were the white or the pinstriped top with a short black skirt. I would have her wear a camisole with no bra and black thigh high nylons. And the last thing for "easy entertaining" so to speak I would have her wear no panties either.
On one occasion, we finally lived out one of our of the fantasies of giving me a blow job in the downstairs antique phone booth. It is set up in the hallway on the way to the rest rooms where anyone who happened to walk by at that time could see us. (Not that being seen or caught was ever part of the fantasy!)
I have fucked her again on a few occasions by having her seated spread eagle on the Men's room counter where both Jay and I fucked her the first time. I have taken her in the Janitorial closet, bent her over and doggy fucked her. So much better and hotter being able to just flip up her skirt no undies and fuck her at will. Later in the night, when seated outside on the deck overlooking the river and lighting would be dim, we'd get a table near the wall. I would reach under the table and finger her. Then I'd play with her clit until make her cum right there at the table. Of course even drunk, she would restrain herself from crying out. But man was that a turn watching her silently shudder her orgasm right there at the table! In fact I'm getting stiff just recalling that image as I write this!
So on this particular night, we are both actually feeling the drinks. She has her white pinstriped top with the black skirt, black nylons, light blue camisole, and no bra or panties. She goes to the ladies room and I'm sitting at our table overlooking the river on a clear night. She returns a flustered.
"Wooh!" Dee says, "Life is full of surprises." And she gulps her beer.
"What happened?" I asked.
"I'm coming out of the Ladies room," Dee says, "and....you know there's a wedding going on in the function room right?"
I nod and sip my beer.
Dee continues, "so I'm coming out of the Ladies room, and Kevin (One of the Waiter/Bartenders) is off duty and got a tuxedo on minus the coat. I guess in the wedding party, is waiting outside the Men's room. He sees me and he whistles. I stop and chat for minute right? He puts his arm around me and says, whoah, you look pretty sexy tonight huh? How about you ditch your guy and come home with me?"
I react, "What? He said that? Is he still in the function room?"
"I guess so..." Dee shugs.
I get up and walk into the function and Kevin's on the dance floor. I described my appearance in the first story if you would like to get a physical description of me. If not, 5"9 210lbs mostly solid as I have worked out most of my life. I'm told I look like Bruce Willis with muscles. Kevin is in his late 20's, about 6 feet tall about 185 lbs. Brown hair blue, a thin face, and kind've bulging blue eyes. Honestly? Not attractive but not totally ugly either. He's dancing and apparently had a bit to drink, but not slurring or staggering. I walk up to him and grab his face on the dance floor firmly but not squeezing to hurt.
"Why do you want me to hurt you Kevin?" I state.
He seems unrattled because he has had a few and thinks I'm kidding . As we always had a good report.
Kevin answers, "go head, beat me like a dog!" still thinking I'm kidding.
I release my grip, and say, "if you hit on Dee again I may do that."
He studies my eyes for a second or two. Then a look of revelation appears, and he looks down and away awkwardly.
"Have a good night and behave," I say as I walk back to Dee.
I pull up my chair at the table and sit.
Dee says, "where did you go?"
"To have a word with Kevin," I said.
"You did?" Dee said looking surprised.
Calmly I look back at her sipping my beer, "yeah."
"What did you say?" Dee asks.
"I told him basically not to hit on you or I'd hurt him." I said matter of factly.
"What did he say?" Dee asked.
"Nothing really," I answered, "just felt uncomfortable.
Dee sips her drink processing it all, "well, it's never boring here honey."
"I guess not," I answer.
So now the night goes on and we both get more intoxicated. Dee is acting horny and getting a little physical as usual with me. Groping me under the table, sliding her hand down my pants feeling my ass at the juke box. I fingered her into an orgasm twice during the night under the table.
I go to the Men's room and I hear two servers walk by me talking about Kevin. One server says, "do you believe Kevin tonight? He is sloshed! He tried to reach down my shirt 3 times while I was bussing the tables!"
As they pass by I hear the toilet flush and the Men's room door open. It's Kevin, obviously drunk trying to get his fly unjammed.
"Son of bitch," he says to himself. He looks up and sees me and continues, "Fucking flies suck man!"
I nod as we've all been there at one time or another right? I sympathetically usher him back in the men's room.
"Kevin," I said, "get back in there till you get it under control, there's people out here."
He steps back in a little unsteady on his feet.
"Of course tonight I decide to go commando right? Shit!" he says in frustration through the open door.
So as I'm standing there Dee happens along on her way to the ladies room.
"What's going on?" Dee slurs.
I chuckle, "Kevin's having technical difficulties with his fly."
