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I am a waiter at a local restaurant. It is quite upmarket and the food is excellent. Most of the people who come are there to enjoy the experience, talk with their dinner companions and take their time over dinner. It makes for a great place to work as over the course of an evening you have sufficient time to get to know your customers should they be friendly enough to engage you. It is also the kind of place a friendly middle-aged man like myself can enjoy working. The cafe or diner is a young man's game and not the place to practice the skills I have developed over many years as a waiter. I love my food and enjoy cooking. I would have been a chef except that I never had the chance when I was younger to learn. So I chose to be around food as a waiter, learning how things are cooked, matching wine to foods, helping people to enjoy the whole experience rather than just filling the gap. This was the perfect place for me to work and my boss wanted the same things as I did. It was a happy fit and I was there to stay. I didn't want a promotion and didn't want to be a manager of other waiters. I was also allowed to eat my dinner there each night and the chef usually allowed me to take home food which meant my living expenses were very few. Most often the customers to our restaurant matched what we were providing: young couples who had saved money for a romantic night out, business people taking their time over a meal to close a deal, customers who came regularly for the great food and service, and some regulars, both single almanbahis and in pairs whom I got to know over the years. The clientele changed every night just like the daily specials and it served to make it a vibrant place to work. This particular evening a couple walked into the restaurant and for some reason my attention was drawn to them. Actually, my attention was drawn to her as I barely noticed the man she was with. Somehow this woman lit up the darkened room with her presence. Her immaculate, straight red hair shone and glistened as she moved. But then I saw her smile. She seemed to smile with her whole body. It was radiant and sexy. Her perfect teeth were framed by lips painted in lipstick to match her hair. Her eyes were mysterious and seemed to take in all the attention she received when she made her entrance. She knew the effect she had on her audience and without even a hint of arrogance, her eyes seemed to say,?Thank you for noticing me?. Her way of thanking us was via the clothes she was wearing. Her top was red. It could hardly be any other colour. It fell off her shoulders exposing ivory white skin. The front of the shirt caved in, inviting the eyes to a secretive cleavage that was present but hidden beneath the folds of red. There was little evidence of subtlety though about the black miniskirt and heels she was wearing. Although she was not very tall, her legs were made to look very long through impossible black heels which crafted the most delightful shape into her calves. As my eyes looked further almanbahis yeni giriş north I could take in all of her ladylike, yet muscled thighs, the tops of which were only just hidden by her skirt. The skirt did two things perfectly. It left you aching to see the tops of thighs and that special place where legs became very personal, and it framed her arse magnificently. Somehow her whole body was perfectly packaged to maximise her beauty and maintain her dignity and status as a classy lady. The gentleman at the table where I was serving had to repeat his order twice as I was distracted for what felt like minutes. I apologised and went to the kitchen hoping and praying that the woman in red would be in my area of the restaurant and I could become more acquainted with that pure white skin. I walked to their table with menus and water in hand trying as hard as I could to focus on her partner rather than her radiant smile. I introduced myself to him and welcomed him to the establishment. ?Is this your first time here, sir?? ?Yes it is. We were looking for somewhere special for one of our date nights. A friend is looking after the children and we have a rare night out together.? ?Well, I will be looking after you this evening and if there is anything I can do to make your night more special then please ask.? ?Why thank you, Andrew. I'm sure we will call on you for something,? she said. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as she spoke and she laughed with her husband. I am not sure how I remained standing as my almanbahis giriş legs were like jelly. Her accent was slow and southern but very, very sexy. I averted my eyes, excused myself and left to the safety of the kitchen to wipe my brow. I looked after my other customers on this busy evening and tried to leave the lady in red in peace, as much for her benefit as for mine. They were in no hurry and spent time holding hands, leaning over the table to kiss and at times his hands disappeared from the table, no doubt to take in some of the exposed skin from ankle to hem line. She called me over with a subtle wave of her hand. For the first time I went to her side of the table where she was sitting back a little. I noticed two things immediately as if I were meant to notice them. Firstly the skirt had inched its way up her thighs. Although her legs were held together, there must have been a hint of panties showing if there was enough light. Her carefully shaved and oiled skin made me want to hold and caress her thighs. The second thing to notice was that her top had now bunched forward and low enough to see a deep cleavage shaped by a very sexy bra. She held the menu right in front of her top giving me the opportunity to stare shamelessly at the collection of freckles all around her lacy bra, whilst she pointed to items on the menu. She looked up at me and caught me staring but carried on with her questions and comments. It was obvious that she didn't mind being admired. Perhaps it would be different if she knew that I wasn't just admiring but rather devouring her breasts much as would the half dozen oysters with lime juice on the menu.The evening wore on without any further opportunity to dwell on the beauty sitting in the corner with her husband.