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

Be Careful What You Wish For - Part 3 The Waitress

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“Hi Eira, how lovely to see you.” She sat and smiled at me, and I poured her a drink whilst we passed pleasantries. She was all smiles and I remembered that first time we had met, as it was her beautiful green eyes that had caught my attention, even though, at that time, I was trying to hide my embarrassment, my panties having been placed in the middle of the table by Emma.

“I must admit,” she said smiling, “it’s not something you often see on a table in the restaurant!” and we both laughed. “But,” she continued, “you were having lunch with Emma, so I shouldn’t have been that surprised.”

“Oh, you know Emma?” At first, I was taken aback, in fact, I was a little hurt. So, Emma had set it up?

“I’ve only met her once.” Becky was smiling, her head slightly bowed, and she shook her lovely head, just slightly and looked up and giggled. “I will never forget that, ever!”

“Tell me,” I said, my unease disappearing.

“Has she ever taken you shopping?” Over the next ten minutes, Becky told me how she had bumped into Emma, whilst out shopping. Emma had recognised her from the bar, here in Windsor, and they had popped into a bar for a drink and a chat.

“It was just crazy. I mean, whilst I had seen here before, in Henry’s where I work, within ten minutes of chatting with her, I found myself telling her things I would not dream of telling anyone!” Oh, I can believe it.

“So, anyway,” she continued, “next minute she has me in the lingerie section in a nearby ...

... store and makes me try on some lovely sets.” I knew there would be more, and Becky looked around as if checking no one was listening. “And she walks in, simply pulling the curtain open, and then tells me to try all of them, but to leave the curtain open! And she walks out!”

“And did you?”

“Yes, I just couldn’t believe I did it,” and Becky giggled and shook her head, “Loads of people walked past and saw me and, according to Emma, one bloke walked past several times!”

Now it was my turn, and I briefly explained how I had met Emma and told her about the party. Becky’s face was a picture, as I described being led away by Emma’s guests and being tied up and used.

“Oh my god, Eira!” she said, her eyes sparkling, “Do you have any idea what she has planned for us?”

“Hi, you two.” It was Emma.

Emma

I had watched them arrive and, though I say so myself, I was very pleased with my selection. Eira had passed her test with flying colours, in fact; there was a part of me that wanted to keep her to myself. The hour or so we had had when everyone had gone had been something special, but I had a feeling about Becky.

I gave them a short time to get to know each other, and when I joined them, they were chatting and giggling, and I ordered another bottle.

They both looked lovely and, as the weather was warm, like me, both were wearing summer dresses and soon the three of us were laughing, both girls sharing their experiences with me. But I thought it was time to have a bit ...