I was waiting tables on Sunday morning, as usual, when I noticed a woman being seated with another girl and about five guys. I recognized two of the guys as regulars that always had Robert wait on them, so I wasn't surprised when they were seated in his section.
This was Sunday Brunch at "the Street", by the way... the "hip" Italian restaurant in the heart of the art district in Houston.
(If you were rich or gay, you were always up for brunch at 'the Street.') Bottomless Mimosa's with every meal meant 100 or so intoxicated gay men roaming the area every Sunday afternoon.
Needless to say, it was a hectic morning. That didn't stop me from pausing for just a moment to check out the eye-candy sitting down just three tables away.
I was enthralled, all while a prissy queen was at my table in front of me, saying words like "Hello?! Can I order please?" and "Waiter? Oh, you are NOT ignoring me... hello?!"
I just tuned him/her out and kept gazing at her... wild, curly brown hair pinned in a half-assed bun... a sleeveless, silken-white top that showed most of her back with a yellow summer skirt tied loosely about her hips. I guess she didn't want her bra strap showing in the back because she opted to go braless. Not like she needed a bra! I could make out the silhouette of her breasts, and they were amazing. Her legs were like Barbie legs... long and toned and stopped right into a tight little ass....
As I tore my eyes away from her legs and up past her breasts, I discovered that she had been staring at me, too. Embarrassed at first, I quickly glanced away... but when I brought my eyes to hers again, I was surprised to see a slightly mischievous smile surface.
I couldn't help but grin a bit myself, as this bombshell saw me practically drooling over her and liked it.
In the following 10 seconds of gazing at each other, it was like we knew each other's life story. I could tell she was a little younger than me, (maybe early 20's), that she was new to town (she was dressed way too vanilla for THIS crowd) and she was the only one in the building that looked like she had slept the night before. Then I realized the man she obviously came with was flamingly gay. He was stopping every gay waiter and patron that passed by, introducing himself with hugs and cheek-kisses, barely talking to her at all.
Still in our wordless, shameless stare, she saw that I noticed her neglect and gave me a look that said "Yup. In from out of town and stuck with a bunch of glamorous gay men."
So she was available, AND (possibly) a little desperate for a straight man? I was overwhelmed with desire and anticipation. I stared deeper into her and thought, "I am going to fuck the daylights out of you."
Her eyes widened up, a little shocked, and I thought "Uh, oh! Can she read my mind?"
She looked around a bit, saw that she was being ignored by everyone else, then fixed her eyes back on me. I locked eyes with her, smiled and let her watch as my eyes followed the line on her neck, past her cleavage and all the way down her legs. I slowly followed her tight curves back up to her face, where I was met with a wide-eyed glare. I was a little confused, but then noticed everyone at her table was staring at me as I stood in the middle of a full section of loud tables, unable to pull myself away from soaking in the sight of their out-of-town friend.
I caught my snap and tried to focus on my customer's in front of me, mentally catching up on the status of my other tables...
The once-noisy queen that had been trying to order had stopped yelling to get my attention. He/she was sitting there, mouth agape, staring at my crotch...
My apron was tenting just a bit! I was hard as a rock!
I wasn't about to ask this person what he wanted to eat... I just blushed a bit and said I'd be right back. I glanced over at the cause of my distress, and discovered she and her whole table were staring at my apron tent. All the men were not staring like straight men would be...all pissed off. No, no. I could tell by their "WOOOO's!" and statements like "Look out, girlfriend, that man just ordered YOU for lunch!", that they were hoping some straight man would step up to the plate. THEY sure as hell weren't going to do it.
As is my nature, I decided to make the best of this situation. I grabbed a water pitcher from the bus station and made my way to the nosey table, asking, "Anybody need any water?"
All the glasses were held up, so I started at the opposite end from my fantasy girl and leaned in. My apron-tent was right at face level between the two regulars. Their names were Nate and Mikey and they knew me too well. Nothing they could do could offend me. Every weekend these two would beg me to be gay for a day and I would lead them on until after they tipped me. It was a ritual that we all enjoyed and they were always good-natured. I figured they'd help me get into the blushing brunette at their table.
Mikey piped up first when I picked up his glass. "Hi, Lloyd! Thanks for bringing us water!" he said, as he casually rested his hand on my ass as he turned up to look at me.