Recently checked out a new restaurant in my neighborhood. I work late, so it was just after nine when a cute blond waitress showed me to a table. It was quiet, only two other tables, but they had finished their meals and would be leaving soon.While I waited for my meal I checked out a list of ads I’d printed from this great site where adults can meet other adults for adult fun. Some of the ads had photos, and there was even one which looked a little like the waitress. When she returned I tried to get a really good look at her without staring, to see if it was her. There was something about her smile that I felt sure I would recognize anywhere. And she was friendly, flirting with me over my steak. She loved thick juicy meat, she said before turning to say good night to the last departing customers. Except for whoever was in the kitchen, we were alone in the restaurant.I ate my meal and studied the small photo. It had to be her. I watched her bend to wipe a table, her ass wiggling with every swoop of her arm. Good enough to eat, I thought as I bit into another hunk of rib-eye. Her ad, if it was her, said she loved dancing, flirting, spontaneous adult fun. That sounded very promising.When I finished my meal she was right there. As she removed the plates she saw a copy of the ad I thought might be hers on top of the pile I’d left on the table. She gasped. I asked her if that was her, and as friendly as her ad, she jumped into my lap and said yes. Then she began to show me all the things she liked to do. Her legs spread wide before me, offering me the sweetest dessert on the menu. I feasted on her clear juice, tonguing her clit until she was squealing, and squirming for more.With my face wet with pussy juice she said her turn, and quickly bent down to drool all over my cock. Her mouth was tight and suctioned me good, making my rod harder than any steel piston. I fucked her sweet snatch right there in the restaurant, determined to get it on quickly in case the chef come out from the back.To finish she begged for a facial, saying how much she loved the taste of the sweet cream. I left her a really big tip, which she lapped right up. Now I always dine late on Tuesdays, and I always serve desert.