Serving Waitress

This is the first “didi” story I ever wrote. It’s my deepest (and darkest?) fantasy. It probably needs to be rewritten at some stage because I think it’s been written too much by my male brain and not enough by my female side.

The story begins…..

My wife, Susan, one evening announced to me that we had been invited to a party at a new friend of hers. Victoria had inherited a fortune from her father and she lived in a mansion in the best part of town. It all sounded very exciting. Apparently she had these parties once a month. Susan said that we would go earlier as she had offered Victoria that she’d help her with any last minute arrangements.

The evening arrived and, dressed in our finest evening clothes, we left the house and traveled to Victoria’s by cab. I was rather boringly dressed in my usual tuxedo. But Susan looked fantastic. She had gone to a lot of trouble getting done up for the party and had spent two hours at a beauty salon that afternoon. She was wearing a long red dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up one side that came all the way to the top of her thigh. I walked behind her to the car and the absence of any panty-line on her sexy bottom indicated that she either wasn’t wearing any panties or she had the skimpiest g-string on. As I helped her into the rear seat of the car, her dress parted at the slit and I caught a glimpse of stocking tops and suspender straps. Mmmmm, I think I’m going to get lucky tonight. I almost couldn’t wait for the party to be over so that I could get her in my arms and get her dress off.

We arrived at Victoria’s house and it was really impressive. Victoria met us at the door and, wow, she was even more impressive. A tall athletic woman with red hair and a striking electric blue evening dress. “Hi Hon”, she greeted Susan, “and you must be David?” She leant forward and kissed me on the cheek. She was clearly used to being in control.