Cyber Connection - Chapter 6: Restaurant Fantasy

 

Your morning goes okay. There are a few irate customers, but you do your best to smile and be cheerful to them. But it doesn’t help that you keep one eye on the clock. You so badly want to take your meal break and talk with Jen.

Just when you expect the breakfast shift to end, you see a large tour bus pull up in the parking lot and everyone getting off and heading for the restaurant. It’s not something that is too common, but it happens when tour groups of retirees or field trips of students are in town. You sigh and you feel your body sag as you see the elderly people approach the counter. You put on a fake smile and greet each one. You patiently listen as they ask questions about the breakfast sandwiches, the “big boy breakfast” platter, and of course “What time do you start serving lunch?”

Luckily the other cashier, Maria, helps out and it keeps the line moving a bit faster than if you had been by yourself. Both of you give fake smiles at each other when you hear the same question for the third time. You give Maria a knowing look as she calmly explains again, “No sir, Lunch doesn’t start until 10:30, and it is currently 10:06. Would you like something from our Breakfast menu?”

Once the last of the customers has their order, you give Maria a friendly squeeze on her shoulder. “Thanks for coming up. I know you normally do Drive Thru, but I appreciate the help.” She smiles. “You’re welcome. The morning commuters are all gone. When I saw the bus, I knew you needed a hand.”

“I’m going to take my meal break. Can I bring you back a coffee or something?” You ask as you grab your windbreaker, and nod to your manager as he comes up.

“Can you bring me back one of those large ‘Pumpkin Spice Lattes’?” She answers with a smile.

“Will do. Be back in a bit.”

Your phone dings, “Where are you? I’m at the Café” Jen texts.

“On my way. Old folks tour bus.” You respond.

Using the app, you place an order for a spiced coffee, and donut. Then you add another one for Maria’s Pumpkin Spice Latte but just keep it in the cart until you and Jen are done.

Grabbing your order, you sit down with Jen whose drink is half done, along with most of her cinnamon roll. “So, what sexy thing do you want to show me today?” she asks as she leans forward.  

You scroll to the beginning of last nights texting session, and hand it over to her.

After a moment she says, “Wait, What? You massaged his feet by sexting?”

You lean in and have her lower her voice, “Yeah, sort of. I got some foot lotion from that gift basket my aunt sent me, so I could describe the smell and feel of the lotion.”

She gives you a confused look. “Then I described how it would feel as I rubbed his feet.”

Jen sipped her drink. “And this worked?”

You nod “Keep reading.”

She comes to the part where she reads ‘I want to lick your pussy.’ “Whoa, so you turned him on by sexting about rubbing his feet?”

You give her a knowing smile “Apparently so.” You lean in even closer and quietly say “And the best part was I pulled off my pants and played with myself as he described licking me.”

Jen looks back down and continues reading until the end. At one point she shifts in her seat and adjusts her sport coat to more fully cover her chest.

“Are you getting excited, Miss Jen?” you playfully ask.

She hands your phone back. “The next time Roger goes on a business trip, I know what we’ll try.”

She takes a deep drink from her cup and waits for a moment. “Are you going to wait until later in the week and try something different with your NiceGuy?”

You lean back in your chair for moment, enjoying that you got Jen all hot and bothered.  “Yes. I’ll chat with Bobby a little during the week, but if I have either day of the weekend off, I’ll see if we can do a full sexting session.”

She nods and finishes her drink and roll. “I need to get back to the office. I’ll have to see if Roger and I can do something to turn you on at an inappropriate time.”

You smile at her as you place the order for Maria’s drink. “You do all the time. I just do a better job hiding it.”  You hug and she leaves.

Maria is back at the drive thru, so you hand her the cup. She places the other hand over the microphone “What do I owe you?”

You smile, “It’s on me. Why don’t you just get me something next time you go.” She nods and finishes taking an order.

The rest of your shift is relatively uneventful. Before you go, you ask the manager, “What is the chance that I can get the weekend off again?”

“I’ll do the schedule later on, but some of the newer kids really need more Saturday time. I’ll see what happens. Do you have a preference if I need you to work part of the weekend?”

 “Saturday. I don’t mind working Sunday if I have Saturday off.” You quickly respond, knowing that Bobby goes to church on Sundays.

Your manager writes a note on the corner of his clipboard. “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

At home, you do your normal routine; changing out of work clothes, making a quick dinner, checking through mail & emails, and then chatting with folks. A couple of random guys send you DMs, but they look fake so you block them, and wait for ‘NiceGuy63111’.

“How was your day?” Pops up on your screen.

You smile as you reply “It was good.” You tell him about your morning with the tour bus full of senior citizens.

“LOL. Of course. Was Jen angry that you were late?”  He types.

“No. She understands that those things happen when you work fast food. How was your day?”

He describes his day and tells you that things are busy but okay. Not as stressful as yesterday.

“Speaking of yesterday, I had an idea. I might have Saturday off, so would you be interested in doing a special sexting session Friday night?”

His cursor blinks on the screen for a few minutes and then you read “Ok. Do you have something in mind?”  

“You enjoyed the Fair, and my foot massage. I was thinking of creating a fantasy for you of us going out. A dinner or maybe a movie?” You think back to the fantasy of the two of you on the couch watching a video.

“Ok. If you create the fantasy of a restaurant date, I’ll come up with a good sexting session. Would you like it to be in my bedroom, yours, or maybe the car in the restaurant parking lot?”  He offers.

“I hadn’t thought about in the car. Maybe flirting in the restaurant, some teasing in the car, and then back to my place?” Already you have images filling your mind.

“Ok, your place, so that way, when you are tired of me you can kick me out and send me home.” He types followed by a winking emoji.

“LoL. Of course. I’m a ‘use ‘em and kick ‘em out’ kinda girl.” You respond with a laughing emoji.

You both agree to just do ‘quick friendly updates’ the rest of the week. The only time either of you will mention the plan for Friday is if you need details for the story.

“Rest well my lovely lady. I will log off and have a late supper. I hadn’t eaten yet and the idea of a restaurant meal with you has me hungry.”  

“TTYL” you type with a kissing emoji.

The rest of the week goes as usual. Work is typical. Some customers are friendly, some are irritated, and some just can make up their minds. You handle each of them as if they are special and important, which makes even the irritated ones, soften and smile.

For your meal breaks, you still meet up with Jen. She enjoys getting out of the office and she helps by giving you ideas for the restaurant fantasy.

Chatting with Bobby, you ask “Would you prefer a fancy restaurant, or just a nice restaurant?”

“A nice restaurant. Somewhere you can wear a dress that is comfortable, but you aren’t worried if you spill something on it. That way I can wear a shirt without a tie or coat.”

“Okay. Is there a type of food that you would like?” You respond.

“Maybe somewhere with seafood, or a steak house. But we could also do Chinese, Italian, or something else ethnic.”

“Near me there is a nice restaurant that has burgers, steaks, and a ‘catch of the day’. No shrimp or crabs, but fish, and I think fried oysters or clams.” Thinking of ‘Chez Earnie’ which was going to be a French restaurant before the owner changed chefs and made it a family restaurant but kept the name.

“That sounds nice. I’ll look forward to reading your description.” He types.

 After logging off, you work on the fantasy. Bobby picking you up at your apartment, and going to ‘Chez Earnie’. You go online and look at their menu. You type of couple of options for the story. Each night you work on it, adding details and ideas. Describing your dress, a mid-length summer dress with a floral pattern that you have in your closet. You are tempted to put it on and take a couple of selfies. “No. I want his imagination to fill in the gaps. That’s what he told me.”

You type up your description of the restaurant, your outfit, sitting close to him, and teasing him as you eat.

All week you write, read, edit, and reread it until you were happy with it. During your chats with Bobby, you don’t really let in on how it is going.

On Friday, during your meal break, you talk to Jen about “after dinner sex”. You describe the plan of going back to your place, but could you do something before that?

She smiles as she leans back in her chair for a moment, then moves nice and close. In an almost conspiratorial tone she asks “Have you ever given a ‘handy’ in public?” You feel your face get warm as you feel embarrassed by the question. “No. Have you?” But then you feel stupid asking. Of course she has. She did it on the Ferris wheel. “I mean, have you done that in a restaurant?” you correct yourself.

She leans closer “Roger fingered me in one once, and I did him in a movie theater.”

“Did anyone say anything?” You ask.

“No but we got a few strange looks both times.” She says and straightens up.

You think about it. It is all a fantasy, and you won’t be in a real restaurant. “Ok. I’ll think about it. You’ve given me a couple more ideas.”

That evening, you just eat a salad. You want to focus on the fantasy. In preparation you, set up your toy and lube next to your bed. Your phone is charged up, so even though you will start by using the computer, you can switch to your phone and more easily enjoy yourself, when it’s time.

Soon you read “How was your day?”
You feel butterflies of anticipation in your stomach as you type “It was okay. It’s Friday, are you ready for a sexting fantasy?”

There is a small delay before he responds. “It is Friday. Would you like to ‘go out for dinner’?”

You have your story open in another window. “Yes. I’m wearing a light summer dress. It goes down to my knees. It’s cotton and in a pretty floral pattern. I’m waiting outside of my apartment building for you to pick me up.”

“Because the weather is nice, you see me pull up in a Jeep with the top down.”  

You are a little surprised by this. “You have a Jeep?” you respond.

“Tonight I do. It’s dark green with gold and black trim. I pull up, get out and open the passenger door for you.”

“I walk up, and give you a kiss. What are you wearing?”

“A light blue button up short sleeve shirt, with dark blue slacks. After your kiss, I hold your hand as you step into the Jeep, then close the door.”

“I give you directions to ‘Chez Earnie’, which is a family restaurant. You mentioned fish, steaks, and seafood. They have a little bit of everything.”

“As I drive, I rest my hand on your knee.”

You smile at that, “I adjust the hem of my dress, your hand rests on my bare leg. I’m not wearing stockings or pantyhose.”

“I slowly move my hand up, but then pull my hand away, to better focus on driving.”

“With both your hands on the wheel, I rest my hand on your thigh, slowly moving it closer to your crotch. Teasing you as you drive.” You are glad you aren’t doing this in real life. You would hate to get in a traffic accident.

“I adjust myself in my seat at the traffic light. But don’t remove your hand. ‘How much farther to the restaurant’?”

You think about it. Realistically you would be there by now, so you type “Make that right turn and you’ll see the parking lot and the sign. The building is a small brick and stone building with a patio area for use during good weather.”

“I’ve never been here before. Should we eat out on the patio?”

You look over at your story. You wrote it thinking about the main dining room, but the idea of sitting outside in nice weather sounds so tempting. You shake your head. “Let’s eat inside. The weather is nice but I don’t to worry about bugs.”

“Very well my lovely lady. Whatever you want. I take your hand and escort you into the restaurant.” He types.

You copy and paste parts of your story. Describing the inside of the restaurant. The polite waiter, who waits patiently as you debate over your order. You describe how the tablecloth goes more than halfway to the floor, helping to hide the fact you raised your dress as you sat down. Slowly you rub your bare leg against his pant leg.

“As I take a sip of my water, I place my other hand on your thigh. This time, I’m not driving so I slowly move my hand up along your smooth thigh.”

That wasn’t of your original story, but it is definitely where you want the fantasy to go. You describe the feeling of his hand on your thigh as he moves closer to your crotch. The fabric of your panties is damp, (both in the story and in reality). You write that the waiter brings your food, but you want Bobby to keep his hand where it is. He responds by describing how he moves his fingertips along the wet fabric.

“That feels so good. I cut a piece of my steak, dip it in steak sauce and feed you. You taste the seasonings of their homemade sauce.” You can imagine him teasing you as you feed him. He keeps his hand busy with you as you alternate a forkful of fish with another cube of steak.

“I lean to you and kiss you, so you can taste the steak sauce on my mouth.”

“I kiss you deeper, tasting the sauce and you. I so badly want to finish the meal and go back to my apartment.”

“Waiter, can you give us a ‘doggie bag’ for everything? I think we are done here for the night.”

You quickly type the waiter’s responses and reactions. Bringing a couple of small boxes for the left over steak and fish.

You then describe getting back to the Jeep. Bobby types “As you walk next to me, I rest a hand on your firm ass. I want the waiter and the customers to see how sexy you are.”

He then writes “We climb into the Jeep and drive back to your apartment.”

“Once we are in my apartment, I need you to take the lead for the fantasy from here.”

“I will. I definitely will.”

(This took longer than I planned. I will stop this chapter here and pick up Chapter 7 with “Sexting in the Apartment”. I’m sorry that “Dinner Fantasy took longer than I thought. I could have cut it down, but I like the idea of teasing you and having you asking for more. I’m sorry this one was late, but Chapter 7 will be on time on Friday. I’ll be seeing you.)