tagExhibitionist & VoyeurTaste Test (abridged)

Taste Test (abridged)

byRobbWarren©

She had graduated from college with a degree in business marketing. Having a college degree was supposed to be the ticket to a well paid job, but the economy didn't cooperate. Instead she found herself working as a waitress in an upscale restaurant in a downtown hotel. Instead of writing ad copy and coming up with marketing campaigns, she worked hard to move the drinks and food.

But marketing skills even in a waitress job should not be underrated. She was good at understanding a customer's desires and could quickly connect them to the drink or dinner specials being served.

Her assigned tables were towards the back of the restaurant, in a Japanese themed seating area. The tables were low, and customers sat on low couches. Each of the tables was surrounded by 4 foot high soji screen partitions, both to compliment the design and to afford a degree of privacy for the patrons. The hotel guests, who were usually there on business, liked this area for happy hour business meetings or for quiet dinners with clients.

Today she had an afternoon shift. Not a good assignment because business was usually slow until later in the evening. She hung out at the bar with the manager and bar tender and other waitress. Around 3:00 p.m. a convention must have finished, and a few people wandered into the bar or sat at the regular tables up near the windows. About 3:30 her first customer came in. A tall, well dressed man in a sharp business suit. He was alone, and stood for a minute surveying the restaurant's layout. When he saw the secluded Japanese area in the back, he smiled and made his way back there.

She found him in one of the screened off areas. He seemed a little surprised when she came into the room, as if he thought he could be alone in a public restaurant.

"Good afternoon, sir," she said, "I think I may have scared you! Is there something I can get for you?"

"Sure, sorry," he said. "I guess I was kind of sneaking off by myself. It's been a long day with too many people. A nice quiet glass of wine would be nice."

"Of course, sir. You're welcome to sit back here and I'll make sure it's very quiet for you. May I recommend a wine? We have an excellent selection."

"Yes please, I'd like a dry white. What do you recommend?"

She went through a short list of possibilities, and discussed the merits of each with him, and he settled on a white bordeaux. Although she was doing much of the talking, she was closely watching his eyes. Kind eyes. At first he had looked tired and maybe sad. But as they talked she saw him come alive, and saw his eyes had a little twinkle that matched his smile. She quickly realized that his eyes also had a tendency to roam, taking her in face and hair, then dropping to the floor, then sliding up her legs.

She did have nice legs, and she knew it. The mini skirt with the center slit had a tendency to draw men's eyes, which of course was one reason it was one of her standard work outfits. As she left to get the chosen wine, she knew his eyes were following her.

When she returned, he was relaxed, leaning back into the low couch. Serving drinks on low tables was a bit tricky, especially in a short skirt, but she had mastered the art of turning sideways to the customer, bending at the hips, and slowly lowering the glass to the table. Although his eyes were on her legs, he leaned forward to take the glass from her hand. She waited while he took the first sip, and pronounced the wine good.

Usually she would leave the customer at this point, but he engaged in small talk about the wine, and then the restaurant, and was finding ways to keep her attention.

"My my, what a flirt," she thought. But she also thought, "there aren't any other customers, and flirting with this guy isn't a bad way to kill a little time." So she lingered.

He finished his wine fairly quickly, which presented an awkward moment. She really should clear his glass, offer another, or something, but she can't keep standing there just to talk to him.

Her marketing skills quickly kicked in. "Sir, if you enjoyed that wine, perhaps you would enjoy our "Wine Tasters Selection." She went on to explain: "We bring you a selection of ten of our best wines for your tasting. Your only obligation is to buy a bottle of your favorite. These wines are rather expensive, but I have a feeling you'll like what you taste."

She could tell he liked that idea. Although he may have originally come to the restaurant for a quiet moment alone, the idea of having this pretty lady serve him a series of excellent wines was very appealing.

When she returned she had a tray full of glasses. Both of them were smiling as she set the tray down on the low table. She knew he was enjoying the view of her tight ass under that skirt, and she didn't mind him looking.

She started describing the first wine and handed him the glass. But as he reached to take it, his eyes were still on her legs and his hand slipped. Wine spilled onto her hand.

"I'm so sorry," he said, "I can't believe I was that clumsy."

"No problem," she said, "but I don't want you to miss your first tasting." She reached her hand out to him and he quickly understood. He licked her fingers where the wine had spilled.

"Now that was bad," she thought, "I've never pulled that stunt with a customer before." But as she looked at him, all she saw was smiles, and she knew she had to kiss him. "But you can't just go around kissing customers," she thought.

"Sir, there is some left in this glass, would you like another taste?"

"Yes, if I could," he replied.

She dipped a finger in the glass, then reached out and gently wet his lips. She dipped again, and wet her own lips. "Taste this," she said as she leaned in to kiss him.

Now this was nice. He was a good kisser. She giggled as they each took another sip of the wine, and kissed again, tasting each other.

This was also really crazy. By bending down to kiss him, she was below the 4 foot high soji screens, so no one could really see them. But still...

The first glass gone, she began to explain the origin and merits of the second glass of wine, a pinot noir. As she did so, he reached forward and gently took one of her ankles with both hands. As she talked, he felt his hands slowly moving up, caressing her calf, then her knee, and lower thigh.

"Please sir," she said, "would you like to taste your wine now?"

"Yes," he said, taking the glass, a sip, and then handing to her. She took a sip and handed it back. He wet his fingers in the wine and then touched the back of her thigh, spreading the cold liquid in small strokes. He took another sip then leaned forward and kissed her, just above the knee. She could feel the wine slipping out between his lips and dripping down her leg as he gently bit and sucked her leg.

This was really too much, she thought. She handed him the third glass of wine, forgetting to give the introductory lecture. She stood up straight, looking over the soji screen. She could see that the restaurant was still nearly empty, and the few customers were busy at the bar with their backs turned toward her.

He was busy below the screen. With the third glass he was now dribbling wine on her upper thigh and then licking it off. Looking down, she saw that since he was still sitting in the couch, his face was at her crotch level. And his licking and eyes were moving upwards.

"Oh oh, I think I know what's coming next," she thought as she reached for the fourth glass of wine and downed it herself without even offering it to him.

He took the fifth glass himself. This was a sparkling white. She shut her eyes as the tingling liquid was applied to her inner thigh, and then to the edge of her panty line.

She gasped when she felt a finger slip under her panties, then the cool liquid as poured the sixth glass of wine onto her panties, completely soaking them. He used his teeth to find and then gently bite her pussy lips through her panties.

"Stop," she said. He looked up in surprise. "Oh for God's sake, just please eat my pussy now," she moaned. She reached down and pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. He wasted no time. He was tonguing her slit as she reached out and took the seventh glass of wine and again swallowed it in one gulp. His mouth was full of pussy juice and he didn't need any more lubrication right now.

She was looking out over the soji screen. Although no one was paying them any attention, she knew she couldn't have an orgasm in plain view of other people. She had to stop. Her hands and legs were shaking as she pulled him away from her pussy and shoved him back into the couch.

"Please, sir," she said, "I have to sit down now."

"Ok," he said, looking at her quizzically.

"I mean sit down on your cock, for God's sake," she said. "Really, get it out now, I can't last longer."

His pants were down and his cock was out in a flash. She practically fell onto it, stopping for an instant to reach down and position it before impaling herself. That did it, she starting cumming almost immediately. She was in her favorite position, grinding down into a guy's lap while he thrust up into her. She was trembling uncontrollably, her pussy soaked with wine and her juices and now, she could feel him cumming within her, long spurts filling her up.

As her breathing slowed, she knew she had to move again. She rolled off him. They were both looking at the wet sloppy mess they'd made. "I'd better clean up fast," she thought, but first,

"Would you like another taste sir?" She smiled and handed him the eighth glass, while taking the ninth herself. They drank quietly, smiling at each other, then gathered all the napkins from the table to clean up with. She left him with a kiss and the tenth glass to enjoy in private.

It had felt like hours, but actually, she was only gone from the bar for 30 minutes, not an inappropriate time for a decent wine tasting. When she came back to the bar, the manager looked up and asked "So, did he like it? Which bottle does he want?"

"All ten of them. Put them in a box and deliver them to his room," she said, showing the manager the room key she had slipped from his pocket. "He said he's never had such great tasting wine in his life."

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