Forbidden Desires

Aiyana sat on a table leafing through the menu as if trying to decide, all the while eyeing the hot waiter, who carelessly ran his fingers through his brown hair while chatting up a customer.

Aiyana’s breath was short, and her green eyes were molten with ŀust. Her mind running into their salacious fantasies when a young girl interrupted her.

"Are you ready to order miss?"

Aiyana looked at the waitress in contempt. Scanning her entire appearance being repulsed by what she saw.

"Not by far. Would you mind giving me a moment?"

Aiyana waited, until finally he came. The reason why she entered this dump in the first place. The tag hanging on his left ċhėst pocket spelled Brian, a name that made her like him more.

"Are you ready to order miss?"

"Depends"

Aiyana bit at her lip for an entire second before she batted her huge eyelids at him. It was her signature more.

"On what ma'am?"

"Are you on the menu?"

Brian's eyebrows shot up in surprise, unaccustomed to such provocative and direct flirting by any woman, much less a woman so beautiful. Brian believed he had imagined it.

"I am sorry I did not catch your order. I am perhaps a little sleep deprived."

"No darling you're not. I just ordered you."

Brian swallowed heavily, aroused by the attention that Aiyana bestowed on him.

"I.."

"Am available?" Aiyana finished for him.

"How about this, Brian. Let the blonde over there take over your orders for the next 15 mins while you use the washroom? Doesn't that sound nice?"

Brian nodded. His gaze following the swift movement of her tight ȧss as she walked to the bathroom.

Aiyana took off her pȧntɨės and unzipped the front of her dress, offering Brian a better view of her full brėȧsts, a sight he had not taken his eyes off since he walked into the men's washroom. Brian watched the pȧntɨės that lay beside her spread legs as she perched herself on the basin. Standing between her legs he let one hand rest on her thɨġh just under the hem of her dress while the other slid two fingers into her wet ċunt.

Aiyana made a wild sound as Brian's thick fingers entered her. Her head fell back in a kind of pŀėȧsurė.

Until a loud thud jolted them back to their surroundings. Aiyana did not know who it was but she was not about to find out. She pushed Brian away from her body and ran out of the café.

"I won't tell if you don't.." And with that he walked away.