Wishful Thinking/Enjoying Your Meal
From Create Your Own Story
"I dunno," you say. "Diane's kinda cute too!"
"Hmmm, decisions, decisions," says Ginger with a smile. She then scans the restaurant and spies a man in his forties with a younger woman probably in her early twenties. They are both professionally dressed. "What's the deal with those two I wonder," says Ginger.
"I wish we knew," you say and in a flash you know the man owns his own trucking company a town over and the woman is his secretary and lover. The man is married, and his wife does not know of the affair.
"Hmph!" says Ginger. "The nerve. I wish his wife would catch them in the act the next time they have sex, and the two of them feel so guilty they agree to be her sex slaves if she does not want the secretary fired or file for divorce. I also wish the wife gets into bondage, spanking, domination, and humiliation!"
You nod and Amina nods with a smile.
At another table sit two women in their early forties finishing their meal. One is petite and slight with small but still firm breasts and eyes seeming to be permanently smiling. Her lunch companion is a little taller and curvier with full lips, probably with collagen. You smile. "I wish they order the messiest dessert on the menu and get it all over their lips and on their chins and cheeks then offer to lick the mess off each other's faces. I wish no one would do or say anything, and they would get turned on by licking each other and being licked. Then they leave here, go to a grocery store, and buy chocolate syrup, honey, whipped cream in a can, strawberry topping, and maple syrup, go somewhere private, strip, and cover each other in the toppings and syrup and lick each other's bodies clean even the pussies and assholes. It's their new fetish."
Amina nods, "done!"
"Wow, you are soooo kinky! I never knew!" says Ginger. She spies Diane returning. "I wish Diane found us very sexy and attractive."
You nod, Amina nods, and you see Diane smile at you and blush slightly. She brings your drinks.
"So what time do you get off?" asks Ginger.
Diane looks at her watch. It was 1:15. "Hour and a half. Why?"
"Oh, we were looking into getting jobs as waitresses and wanted to know the hours. So what are you doing after work?"
Diane blushed some more and demurred slightly. "Hanging out at home with my boyfriend before he goes to work. We share an apartment. He's in grad school and works nights here."
"Oh that's great!" says Ginger.
"Your orders will be right out," says Diane, taking the time to smile at each of you before leaving to check on another table.
"There you go!" says Ginger. "Diane, her boyfriend, the three of us..."
"Sounds good!" you say, "look!" you whisper and point to the two women. They had each ordered the double chocolate black forest cake with hot fudge topping and were digging in with abandon.
