Connie promised a quick return with our drinks, and turned to look at me last before leaving the table. I stared right into her eyes as I stuck my wet thumb into my mouth and started sucking. When she almost stumbled as she tried to walk away, I knew I had finally got the upper hand.
When she had gone and I looked back at Bambi and the boys, they were all about to turn blue from stifling laughter. Apparently I had not been as covert as I thought while fooling around with our waitress.
Bambi leaned forward across the table and whispered, "You didn't do what I think you did, did you?"
Without taking the thumb out of my mouth, I nodded.
"Well I think someone has already earned a sizeable tip," Bambi said, shaking her head. "I trust our service will be considerably above average."
She was right about that part. Our waitress spent more time at our table than she did at any other in her section. By the time she cleared our salad plates, I had managed to get her wetter than I was. When she brought our entrees, I crooked a finger at her to get her to lean down. When she did. I put two fingers into her pussy up to the second knuckle and started twisting my hand.
"You know what?" I whispered into her ear, "Everyone at this table knows what I'm doing to you right now." As I said it, I pushed my fingers up all the way. She blinked several times before she looked around the table. All the eyes were on her. She turned bright red. "If you want a really big tip, before we finish dessert, you will cum for me standing right here at this table where we can all see you. Now give me a nice kiss if you like that idea."
Connie turned her head toward me and away from everyone at the table. She kissed me firmly on the lips and even slipped me a little tongue. I grinned back at her and said, "Lean on the table and rearrange the sugar packets." When she did she spread her legs wider than before and I fucked her pussy with my thumb while I rubbed her clit with my fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned softly for us. I kept going for almost a minute, until she was almost lying in the bread basket, before I pulled my hand out. She looked down at me and I told her, "Don't neglect your other customers." She nodded and walked unsteadily off to refill water glasses.
The butter had barely had time to melt on my potato before she was back. The eagerness in her eyes had little to do with the prospect of a big tip. She was almost panting as she sidled up to my chair and spread for me. I put two fingers into her and gave her another minute's worth before she had to run along to see to a couple at a table next to the window.
She almost came the next time, but I saw another patron signaling to her and let her attend to him. It was several minutes later when she arrived for another treatment and we had almost finished our steaks. This time she would not be denied, and I whipped my fingers in and out of her so quickly that she came after only a few seconds. We could all tell, because she let out a small squeal and gripped the tablecloth in her fists. Bud and Jim had to hold the table so she did not push it over.
She was still cumming when I said, "I think we're ready to order dessert now." Trooper that she was, she pulled out her pad and pencil and took our order while still breathing like a locomotive and barely able to stand. Something must have made the manager notice, because he arrived just as Mrs. Reynolds had asked for Crème Brule and I stated my preference for the carrot cake.
"Is everything all right?" he asked. "Are you enjoying your meal?"
"Oh, yes," Mrs. Reynolds answered, "We are having a wonderful time. Connie is taking excellent care of us. I'm sorry if we are monopolizing her, but she really is a most charming girl. She has made our meal the best I've had in months."
"Well, I am very glad to hear that." The manager said, proudly. "She has only been on the job a few days and I was concerned about how she would work out. I am proud to hear you compliment her so highly because she is my niece, you see."
Connie's blush nicely covered the sex flush that had spread over her face and throat. If she seemed unsettled, she now had a perfect cover for it.
The manager moved on to check on other tables and Connie went to put in our dessert order. I was sitting quietly, enjoying my buzz of arousal and wondering if I would get to play with Connie some more when suddenly I felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on me. I 'heard' someone scream "FEAR!" I sat bolt upright in my chair. My eyes snapped wide open and I looked around the restaurant for the source. It was so strong; it had to be very close. I saw nothing out of the ordinary. I 'listened' and got some additional impressions — "dark, husband, gravel, cars, KNIFE FEAR FEAR FEAR". Whatever was happening must be in the parking lot and I had to get there in one great tearing hurry.
I looked at Bambi, who had already noticed my wild-eyed expression. "Restroom!" I said in a hissed whisper and climbed off of my chair and jumped to the floor without waiting for Jim to pull it away from the table. I heard Bambi tell Jim and Bud, "Wait here!" before she chased me toward the back of the restaurant and the hallway leading to the Ladies room and the back exit. I wasn't concerned about attracting attention while racing through the restaurant. Mothers chasing unruly children might disrupt someone's meal, but shouldn't cause a general alarm, especially not if they were heading to the restroom.