Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress - Sex Stories

Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress

Emma

I was in the kitchen when I heard the doorbell, and it was just a few seconds later when I opened the door. Fortunately, I was able to hide most of my naked body behind the door when I opened it.

“Thank you, my lovely,” and the young delivery man turned and smiled as he trotted down the steps and I quickly grabbed the parcel from the step, making sure he got a brief glance at my bottom. One day, I thought, one day, I will let him see the full picture.

I ran back downstairs to the kitchen and quickly opened the parcel. Oh yes, I thought, just what I hoped it was, but I would need Eddie to help me set them up.

“Hi, Eira. Have you phoned her yet?” I waited a few minutes.

“Eira, phone her now!”

“OK.”

Whilst I was waiting, I opened one of the boxes and had a better look. It looked lovely and had that fresh plastic smell and a soft, smooth texture. I carefully placed it where, I would assume, it is worn. I had a look at the instruction leaflet and then put it all to one side, for Eddie. My phone went ping.

“I’ve spoken to her!”

“And?”

“She said she’d love to.”

“Eira, please just tell me. Everything.”

“Sorry. Lunch tomorrow, 2 o’clock, at Barny’s.”

“And she knows I will be there?”

“Yes.”

“OK, Eira, good girl. Please wear something pretty but sexy. Make sure you have panties on. Meet you there.”

“Yes, Emma, I will.”

Eira

I cannot believe how nervous I had been making that phone call. I had kept putting it off until I got ...

... Emma’s message, but when I got off the phone, I was so excited. And now, a day later, my nerves had returned. I dressed as Emma had told me to, and then changed, and changed again.

“Oliver, what do you think?” He smiled, and I quickly kissed him. “You sure you don’t mind, my darling?” He kissed me this time, a lovely, deep passionate kiss.

“And if I did mind?”

“Then I wouldn’t go.” He knew that was true, but he smiled and kissed me softly on my forehead.

“As long as you come home as horny as last weekend, I don’t mind!” I blushed, just slightly, as I remembered last weekend. When I got home, I was in such a horny state that I had almost completely lost control, and I had ravished him, several times.

I finally settled for a lovely dress, with my hold-ups and, as instructed, a nice pair of panties, and with Oliver’s reassurances in my ear and a mixture of excitement and nerves, off I set.

I got there first and ordered a bottle of Prosecco, as I knew it was Emma’s chosen drink, and sat, looking at the doors, my nerves increasing steadily. And then I saw her.

I know it had only been a week since I had first seen her, and whilst I did recognise her, she looked so different than I remembered. She spotted me and waved and, as she walked across the bar towards me, I could not help examining her more closely. And the nearer she got to me, the more I realised just how lovely she was and how much younger than me she was. Oh, I hope she will not be disappointed, I ...