Lunchtime Voyeur Orgies – 1
by Editor on July 12th, 2020
filed under Voyeur
Another busy lunch crowd in Naomi’s section today. She was working her ass off as usual, waiting tables and making sure her regulars were well taken care of. They always asked for her section, sometimes waiting even when there were open tables in other sections. She smiled in spite of her weariness. I am damn good, she said to herself.
Most of her usual customers were middle aged men from nearby office buildings. Most of them tried to flirt with her, and she was always cordial, but really wasn’t interested. It wasn’t that she didn’t like men at all. She was just choosy, and there was little about these well-worn good-providers that compelled her to consider choosing them.
She did, however, like to spend a little extra time with the professional women, especially when they came in wearing designer outfits. She harbored a secret longing to wear things like that at her own job, a deep-seated need to feel as sexy at work as she was sure they did. She especially envied those who wore personally-tailored designer dresses, clingy and revealing without being trashy. Naomi imagined she would wear a lacy garter and stockings underneath such a dress for an added boost of sensuality.
Jolene was one of the professional women in the restaurant today. She was always friendly to Naomi, but today she and her co-workers seemed to be in an extra good mood. Much younger than Naomi, Jolene was a glamorously pretty blonde whose blue, tear-drop eyes and full lips were a warm invitation for any eye to drift down and take in her large breasts and long legs. She was wearing a navy blue designer dress today, very tight-fitting over her young curves, and shorter than might have been strictly professional. When she sat down, it slid up her shapely thighs. Naomi had already seen the top of her black stockings. She knew there was a garter belt there, and took a vicarious thrill from the demonstration of bold sexiness.
Naomi herself was about forty-five, but looked ten or even fifteen years younger. Soft, light-brown hair and softer eyes which almost matched her hair in shade, she took good care of herself. Not like the designer women who had personal trainers and exclusive health clubs, she just worked hard and liked it. She liked the results of her hard work, too. Nor was her admiration limited to her well-defined lean musculature and toned waist. Sometimes, just after coming out of the shower, she would look at herself in the big mirror in her bathroom. And sometimes, her hands would drift to her breasts, and she would watch as she played with them. She had to say, they looked good.
As the lunch hour crush started to ebb off, the crowd thinned out and headed back to their offices. Naomi was starting to count out her tips when a young, dark-haired man came into the restaurant and stood at the hostess station. She looked up expectantly as he simply continued talking on his cell phone.
“Yeah, I’ll pick up some champagne for when you home, we can celebrate the promotion,” he was saying.
Naomi continued to watch as the manager seated him in a booth by the window. The young man was wearing a brown leather bomber jacket, blue jeans and a button down blue shirt. He opened the jacket and she noticed his slim waist. She couldn’t help but move her gaze even lower. She caught herself. “What the hell am I doing,” she muttered to herself. “I need to get laid. It’s been way to long. Now I’m looking at a kid not even half my age!” Then she smiled. Maybe that’s not all bad, she mused.
She brought the menu and coffee over to him, just as he closed his cell. He looked up.
“Hey there,” he beat her to the greeting. “What’s good?”
Naomi smiled. I am, she thought to herself. “Depends what you’re in the mood for.” She handed him the menu. “Coffee?”
He nodded and she poured a cupful. “I like to be surprised,” he said with another smile. Nice teeth and very nice lips.
Naomi caught herself licking her own lips. “Oh then, you should definitely try the meatloaf. It’s really a surprise meat.”
He laughed. “Actually, I think I’ll start with dessert. How’s the pie?”
“Apple is to die for,” Naomi said.
“Sold.”
Naomi laughed. “You’re easy.”
