"You’re going to love this place!“ I exclaimed when we entered Bistro Sam, one of my favourite restaurants in Copenhagen.

Gabby and Theresa were visiting the city and me. We used to work together in London, but I had moved to Denmark a few years ago. Finally, we had a chance to sit down over a lovely meal and catch up.

"We trust you, Anne, don’t worry. You always knew the best places in London back in the day!“ replied Gabby.

"Welcome to Bistro Sam. May I take your coats?“ We were greeted by a host. I had chosen a causal-fancy restaurant with high-end Scandinavian food. It wasn’t Michelin-starred and thus didn’t break the bank, but it still served elevated dishes with extraordinary service.

After storing our coats away, the host showed us to our seats. Theresa and Gabby sat down on the wall bench, while I sat across the table from them. "Your waiter will be with you shortly.“

The restaurant was relatively quiet, despite almost all tables being filled with people. Soft music played in the background and — very unlike Nordic style — dark wood and moody wall colours were used throughout the space. Black and white photographs adorned the walls, and candles supplemented the indirect lighting coming from scones, making for an all-around intimate setting.

"Seriously, Anne, you know how to pick them?“ Theresa said, soaking in the atmosphere.

"And the food sounds great. How do we even choose?“ asked Gabby while she studied the menu.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, slightly squeezing it. I looked up and immediately recognized Adam.

"How are we doing tonight, ladies? You good?“ he asked, smooth as ever. His smile could win over armies, if you had asked me.

"What…"I started, while I continued to stare at him.

"We are great, thank you!“ Gabby replied with a grin to match Adam’s.

I gathered myself quickly by looking down into my menu and taking a few deep breaths. I didn’t realise Adam worked here — of all places! Sure, I knew he was in the hospitality industry and familiar with many a restaurant across the city but to work evening services? Here? Tonight?? What were the odds?

"Can I get you started on some water for the table? Still or sparkling?“ he asked the group.

"Still, please.“ I replied and added: "Are you working here now?“ I could have kicked myself for asking about such an obvious fact. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Gabby and Theresa studying our interaction as it dawned on them that I knew our waiter.

"Well, when I saw a familiar name had booked a table, I told Giulio, the manager and my friend, that I’d switch the back office for the front tonight.“ He winked at me.

I had gather my composure again: "It’s good to see you — even if unexpected!“ I got up to hug him. Always drawn to nice smells, I noticed that he still used his particular scent, and the hug felt familiar. A wave of electricity jolted through me, like it was trying to keep my close to him. Damn, that attraction was still strong.

"I know you hate surprises, which is why I didn’t say anything before.“ I smiled at him and sat back down. "Water is coming right up and if you would like a recommendation, tonight’s five-course menu really is a topper,“ he said and left us.

"Oh my god, you know our server! How handy! Maybe he will give us a discount,“ Gabby joked and looked for the specials’ menu. I was relieved that neither she nor Theresa seemed to have picked up on my awkwardness or attraction. Adam, on the other hand, was very attuned to people’s feelings and must’ve noticed my shock. I just hoped I didn’t noticeably shake when we hugged each other. Because I definitely still felt weak in my knees right now.

The last time I had seen Adam was at a party of a friend we had in common. There had been some friendly chats here and there but our relationship had evolved from a hot and casual summer fling to sporadic texts and the occasional hook-up. The sexual tension had never completely dissipated as I was made painfully aware tonight, with my weak knees not being the only body part feeling his impact. My pussy was tingling at the sheer sight of the man and the memory of his squeeze.

"Anne, what do you think?“

"Huh? Gosh, sorry, I was miles away there. Tell me again?“

"We are thinking of following your friend’s suggestion and going with the five-course menu. But it needs to be ordered by the whole table.“

"Oh, yes, sure, I am in for that! The more food, the better,“ I laughed. "I hear their wine pairings are outstanding, too.“

Adam came back with the water. He leaned over the table and poured it into our glasses, while he casually rested his hand on my back. The urge to feel more grew stronger — more of him and his touch. I sighed to myself… Is this all it takes for me to get horny?

"And how does Anne know such beautiful ladies?“ I heard Adam ask.

Gabby and Theresa, in their early 60s, weren’t used to a younger, handsome man complimenting them so blatantly anymore and clearly loved every bit of attention he was showing them. He always knew how to play this game. Treading the fine line between obvious flirting and genuine interest, he succeeds in making you feel special and connected with ease.

They told him our story, about London and the office there. He had created a wonderful distraction for them to not notice how he was touching me. How his hand had travelled slightly upwards and his thumb was now ever so slightly caressing the skin of the lower part of my neck. Involuntarily, I bit my lip and sighed. He shot me a quick glance. Of course, he’d noticed. I played it innocent but deep down I was excited for what this night had in store for us.

"Have you found something to eat already or do you need more time?“ he asked the three of us.

"We will all do the five-course menu, you suggested!“ Gabby winked.

"Great choice! And will you do the wine pairing as well?“ Theresa and Gabby nodded. "Non-alcoholic for you?“ he asked me.

"Yes, thank you.“ I smiled, appreciating that he remembered I didn’t drink.

"Oh my god, Anne! Do you have news for us?“ Gabby exclaimed, looking at my stomach.

"No, no, I just have never drink alcohol. Remember?“ I laughed.

"Then tell us, do you have anyone in your life right now?“ Theresa probed.

"Now that I would be interested in as well!“ Adam chimed in — just to tease me. "But I will leave you to your catching up,“ he said graciously and moved away.

I let my eyes follow Adam and said: "No one serious,“ when he was out of hearing reach, and quickly added a question about Theresa’s husband to change to subject.

Adam came back with the first round of drinks and some bread and butter. He also put a bowl of olives on the table: "Compliments of the chef for my favourite table tonight.“ Gosh, he was laying it on thick, I thought, but looking across the table, I saw nothing but happiness on their faces. They were glued to Adam.

"How do you know him, Anne? He is one fine specimen.“ Gabby asked after he had left again.

"Ah, he used to work in my office as their catering manager before.“ I said as nonchalantly as I could. They seemed happy enough with this answer and started talking about their plans for the next day.

I felt my phone vibrate in my bag. Taking it out, I saw Adam’s name pop up on the screen: You’re looking ravishing tonight!

Quickly followed by: And your butt in that dress… just wow.

Casually, I shot a glance to the bar. Adam was nowhere to be seen. What was he up to?

Before I could reply, he messaged again: Thinking about what I’d do to you…

But I didn’t want to be rude to Gabby and Theresa, so all I managed to type out was: Ok, tell me!

The conversation at the table continued, and before long, my phone lit up again: I want to squeeze those thighs. And your ass.

Only a few moments later, Adam appeared by our table with the first course. "Here, you have smoked scallops with cucumber and horseradish“, he explained, while he stood dangerously close next to me. In fact, I could just squeeze his butt now, it shot across my mind. Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I suddenly got a whiff of his horniness. Or did I imagine it?

"Enjoy!“ he exclaimed when he walked aaway,and I wondered if he meant just the food or how the energy between us had shifted to electric. Gabby, Theresa and I dug in and were quickly swept up by how delicious the food was.

I want to play with your nipples.

Again, I tried to spot Adam and this time saw him behind the bar. With his phone still in hand, he was looking over. What was he doing?

Hear your gorgeous moans.

His smirk told me everything I needed to know. He was trying to turn me on. To tease me and my imagination. And it was working: I got wetter with each message. I shuffled back and forth on my seat, trying to spread some of the heat, but it was not helping much.

The next course — lightly baked cod with green asparagus and trout roe — was another master class in Scandinavian cooking, which my visitors enjoyed greatly, and I would have too, if my mind wasn’t wandering to other naughty places.

Just before he served the third course, I received another text: I want to finger you. Edge you.

Touch the spot that makes you squirt all over my hand.

Oh, how much I wanted him doing all of those things to me!

Trying to concentrate on the conversation with Gabby and Theresa brought some distraction until the next time Adam came over to bring food or clear our plates. Each time, he would find a new way to touch me discretely, casually, rest his hand on my back, squeeze my shoulder or even play with mponytailil.

Between his dirty texts, his hot stares and cheeky touches, he was in control and I was melting. He held the power over my increasingly horny body right now, and I could tell that he enjoyed playing with me — his little toy. I had a hard time keeping my hands from touching myself. The shuffling back and forth on my chair only did so much, and my panties were soaked through already.

After the fourth course, he messaged: I want to make you cum so badly.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Prove it, I texted back.

Excusing myself to the Gabby and Theresa, I walked towards the restroom. Adam was drying some glasses, while his gaze followed me the whole time. After passing the bar, I turned right but stopped before going into the restroom. Directly facing Adam, I nodded ever so slightly, indicating to him that he should follow me. He immediately dropped the towel he was holding and started walking towards me.

Luckily, the unisex bathroom was empty. I entered, and before I could turn around. I felt Adam embrace me from behind. His strong arms wrapped around me, pressing his body into me. I knew he had been longing for this moment just as much as I had.

I melted in his arms. My knees were weak, my stomach full of butterflies, and my pussy drenched. Only his embrace kept me upright.

"Mhmm. I’ve been waiting all day to do this!“ he said, breathing in my scent deeply.

"I’ve missed this, too.“ I replied and let myself sink even deeper into his arms. My hips pushed back into his crotch, and I could feel his growing bulge, which only turned me on more.

I twisted around to kiss him and lock the door at the same time. Our kiss grew more and more passionate — as if we had been starved of one another and no time to lose whatsoever.

He pushed me towards the wall and slightly kicked open my feet, while he continued to kiss me. I started to pull up his shirt but he just took my wrists into one hand and held them above my head.

"Oh god…“ I moaned quietly.

"I love it when you call on god“, he smirked. His other hand caressed my face, my neck, my boobs, which he squeezed and kissed through the fabric of my dress.

"We have be quick,“ he said, looking me straight in the eyes. His hand moved further down across my stomach, hips and butt. Reaching underneath my dress, he expertly found the elastic of my panties. He pulled them down and I stepped out of one side, giving him all the access he needed.

"Yes,“ I agreed but I couldn’t think straight anymore anyway.

Cupping my vulva first, he slightly pressed his hand on it, as if to introduce himself. I loved that he did this every time. It made me feel safe in his hands — quite literally. He slowly started to move one finger up and down across my slit, while kissing my neck and still holding my hands above my head.

"Anne…“ he whispered, almost growled into my ear: "You are super wet already!“ In this voice, he could have read a pancake recipe and I would have melted. But hearing him talk dirty to me send me ever closer to the edge.

"It’s all your…“ I gasped as he finally slid his finger inside of me. I wanted… no… needed this for a long time. "…doing!“

"I see. And what should I do about it now?“ he asked, his finger slowly and gently curling up inside of me, touching my g-spot. My moans got louder, and my hips sank deeper onto his hand, wanting to take and feel more of this deliciousness.

"Hmm?“ He moved his finger quicker, demanding an answer.

I opened my eyes to look at him and saw his face close to mine. "Make me cum,“ I moaned. "Please!“

"Of course, I will,“ he said gently and gave me a passionate kiss, keeping his finger in a perfect rhythm. My hips buckled involuntarily and I knew I was close. So close.

Suddenly, he stopped, holding me on the edge. I opened my eyes and looked at him in shock. I thought we were done with the teasing!

His smile turned devilish: "I think you want another one, don’t you?“ All I could do was nod pleadingly and close my eyes again. Savouring every moment, he slid in a second finger, filling me up more, and finding the same spot. It felt delicious being stretched out like that by Adam again.

"Fuck, yes, I am so close“ I exclaimed. My hips started bucking forwards, without making Adam lose his rhythm. The pleasure rose inside of me, like a wave getting ready to break.

I couldn’t think straight anymore. All I wanted was Adam. His touch. His scent. His fingers inside of me, all of him making me feel amazing. I couldn’t hold it much longer.

Clenching around his fingers, he sensed how close I was and didn’t let up. He had me exactly where he want me. And where I wanted to be.

"Cum for me, baby“ is the last encouragement I needed before the wave broke and an earth-shuddering orgasm rippled through my body, spreading from my vagina into every last part of my body. To my fingertips, toes and even scalp. My whole body was filled by pure pleasure.

Panting, I collapsed into his arms, and he held me up between the wall and his body. We smiled at eachother,r and I had to giggle. "You still got it.“

"We still got it,“ he corrected me, and I kissed him.

When I eventually regained my breath and composure, I reached for his belt: "Do you want me to return the favour?“ He let me undo it a bit, before he stopped me and said: "Not right now, but maybe I can come over after my shift?“

I nodded. "I would like that.“ We kissed again.

"Time to clean up then,,,“ Looking at my drenched panties on the floor, I decided to go commando for the rest of the night and stuffed them into my purse. When he saw that, Adam noted: "This might just do it for me.“

"There is still time to change your mind…“ as I reached for his belt again. But looking at his watch, he said he really shouldn’t. I had no idea how long we’d been in here and thought of Gabby and Theresa waiting for me.

"I wonder what dessert will be,“ I said to Adam who had also ordered his disheveled self and turned back into the server.

"Chocolate parfait with a berry compote, served on…“ His voice trailed as he started kissing my collarbone again.

"I don’t think I will last long if you keep this up…“

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On my way home, I texted him: I want to suck your dick.

And 5 minutes later: I want to feel you grow harder and harder in my mouth.

While I lick it. Kiss it. Suck on it.

I want your cum all over me.

I wasn’t there to see his reaction, but imagining his growing discomfort gave me great satisfaction. Two could play this game, and he would be in as much agony as he put me through. And side benefit, he might punish me for it later.

Oh, I couldn’t wait for him to show up…