The waitress

She stands there in nothing but a thin black bra that barely holds her tits. Lace panties sit low on her hips, straps cutting into soft skin. Blonde hair spills over her shoulders while her fingers slip beneath the fabric and find her wet slit. She spreads her legs wider, rubs slow circles over her swollen clit, and lets out a small gasp as her fingers slide inside. Her free hand pushes the bra down, letting heavy tits bounce free. Nipples stiffen in the cool air. She pinches one between thumb and finger while her other hand works faster between her legs, hips rolling, breath quickening. The table stays empty. She is the only thing on the menu.