Sexed up

My restaurant is a small family business located downtown with almost 20 years operating non-stop. We receive people from all over the world and I can say that I have met a lot of beautiful, interesting, and exciting women. Although I spend most of my time in the kitchen I do check on the tables and receive our customers from time to time.

We recently bought the place next door with the intention of expanding our kitchen and having more space for our clients. You can imagine what the re-inauguration was like. The place was packed with all sorts of people, but there was a woman in particular that I had seen several times and always ordered the same dinner: our vegan lasagna. That night, when we were closing she tipped the waiter and asked to talk to the owner (me), so I went up to her table and asked if everything was alright. She told me she enjoyed the dinner and that her sister was getting married in a few weeks and would like us to cater the wedding.

I politely invited her to pass by another day so that I could give her our prices, since it was well after 11 pm and I still I had to close-up and dispatch the workers. She agreed and gave me her number so that I could call her when it was ready.

A few days went by and I had forgotten about the catering service, I was all caught up with orders and training the new staff. Well, she walked into the restaurant and asked to talk to the owner, I quickly stepped out of the office and invited her in.

She smiled. She was wearing a flower patterned dress that fitted her very nicely I was glad she had come back, although I had nothing to show her for her sisters’ wedding reception.

I generously offered her a chair and asked if she wanted anything… water, coffee, wine? She sat very elegantly in the chair, crossing her legs at the ankles. I noticed her toenails were painted in a light pink color.

“Nice”, I thought to myself.

“I know we’re going to close on this deal and that is worth celebrating. I would like a glass of wine, please. Since you are inviting”.

She placed her purse on my desk as if waiting for me to attend her. I quickly picked up the phone and asked my nephew to bring us a bottle of red wine and two cups. I then sat in my chair and let her know I was still working on what she had asked me for.

She smirked, “Well, I was kindda expecting that”.

I hadn’t noticed before but she had a strange accent… german? dutch?

I wasn`t really sure.

“Where are you from? You have a lovely accent.”

I was use to women being automatically attracted to me, it must be my Italian heritage but she was different. She was out of my league. She made me nervous. I had no idea what she was still doing here, but I wasn’t willing to let her leave without drinking that wine with her.

“Haha, well yes. I am from Croatia. I thought maybe we could just talk over the prices, nothing to formal. It’s really going to be a small wedding and most of the guests are family”.

“Ok, well what would you like us to serve?”

I put my elbows over my desk to lean a bit closer to her, I wasn’t intending to seduce her when she walked in the restaurant but now I just had to. It was perfect and she was some sort of challenge. Just watching her in that tight dress, with her hands neatly folded over her lap made me wonder if she had anything underneath that clothes. I could detail a lace bra, her breasts were big and they looked perfectly tucked.

“I have always liked your vegan menu.”

There was a knock at the door, it was my nephew with the wine and the two glasses.

I wanted to figure out if there was anything else underneath that clothes, I had a plan and I knew it would work. I just needed her to get comfortable and break under my charm.

Wine is always handy for getting women loose, maybe she was open to that. I just had to find out.

“Yes, I have noticed that you order that here regularly”. I stood near her, my body very close to her folded legs with the wine bottle in my hands.

“Could you help me with these?” I handed her the glasses.

I uncorked the bottle and served for the both of us.

“I know this might be a strange request; do you usually get asked for vegan catering?”

I looked at her sitting at my side, her face only centimeters from my penis, looking up at me with her deep brown eyes waiting for my response.

“There´s always a first time for everything, right?”

I held my glass up to hers.

She stood up in front of me and clinked her glass against mine. She didn’t say a word, just made her way to my desk.

“You want to know whether or not my undies match my bra?”

She propped herself on my desk and before I knew it she had her legs wide open.

I couldn`t believe it! Was I her pray? At this point I couldn`t care less, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She had a sweet shaved cunt with bulging lips. I walked over to my desk, putting my body between her legs. I held her down by the neck as I put my fingers into her. Her breasts looked amazing from all the angles .

This had to be fast, my family was outside and anyone could come knocking at any moment.

She was moaning and grabbing at my shirt. I did my best to take off my belt and my pants without making much noise. I turned her over and pulled up her dress. I wanted to see her small round ass. With my large hands I grabbed at her butt cheeks as my penis found it’s way into her tight warm pussy.

I pushed myself into her, holding her by the hips I could see she had a tattoo near her ribs. That excited me more, this woman was a surprise.

“I want to get on top of you” She whispered between her contained moans.

Before I knew it she had taken off her dress and was riding me on my office chair. Her petite body looked even smaller with her huge breasts in my face, I couldn`t help squeezing them as he moved up and down on my penis.

“Make me cum” she said biting down on my ear lobe.

I took my penis out of her pussy, lifted her face down on my desk.

“I love a challenge”. I bent down and started eating out her asshole while fingering her pussy. When she was wet all over I put my dick back inside her and left my thumb deep up her asshole.

I fucked her hard for a few seconds and I felt her quenching her thighs which only excited me more. I pulled out of her just in time and I squirted my semen all over her butt cheeks.

“I don’t really need a catering service, I just wanted to get you alone” She said, still panting face down on my desk.

I saw her there naked, with cum all over her ass and her hair all messed up and realized it had all been planned.

I grabbed a tissue from the drawer of my desk and cleaned her up, then helped her back on her feet. She got dressed extremely fast. Her purse had fallen to the ground and all of her things had spilled out. She quickly gathered them, had a gulp of wine, gave me a spank on the cheek and left the office.

What an intriguing woman. I still don’t know what she wanted, but it doesn’t really matter. I never got her name and she never came back into the restaurant.