Thigh-high heaven pt. 3

Weak-kneed and still feeling the effects of their car adventure, Michael and Barbie waited in the restaurant to be seated. Neither said much, they just smiled at one another, basking in the afterglow of the first part of their wild night out. Even with her dark tan, Michael noticed how flushed Barbie's cheeks were. Her eyes were still very glassy looking as well. Someone who didn't know any better might assume that she had been drinking, but Michael knew her body's reaction to orgasms and drinking was not the cause of anything, at this point.

After several minutes, their waitress called their name and they were seated. Much to the delight of both of them, they got seated in the back of the restaurant, away from a lot of the hustle and bustle that would be going on. Michael saw the grin on his fiance's face and knew exactly what she was thinking. "I take it this secluded spot meets your approval, my dear?"

"You had better believe it, mister," Barbie replied, with a smile. "This way, anything that may go on between us, won't cause a scene." 
"Oh, so you're saying we're not done with the foreplay?" Michael asked, already knowing the answer.
Barbie made a "come closer" motion with her finger and leaned forward across the table. Michael did the same. Whispering, she said, "I told you I want fucked so hard that I won't be able to walk, right? Well, whatever I have to do to get what I want, I will do and then some. I want my pussy so raw that it will be unable to be fucked again... at least for a few hours." She smiled very big, then.

"Well baby, I could take you home right now and fuck you silly, but whatever game you want to play next, I'm willing to play." Michael could hardly wait for the next part of this vixen's nasty plan to take place.

Barbie grinned seductively, then said, "I need to use the restroom, so if our waitress comes, tell her I want a rum and coke and then whatever you want, okay?"
Michael nodded. "Do you want any appetizers, or anything to eat?"
As she slid from the booth she nodded her head back and forth. "Nope, I just want alcohol tonight. At least right now. If after we're done fucking, we have the strength to eat, maybe we'll run to Taco Bell or something. Sound cool?"

Michael again nodded and as Barbie walked towards the restrooms, he watched her fabulous ass move beneath the sexy, skimpy dress she wore. As she had predicted, their waitress came and he ordered the drinks. Hers a rum and coke and his a whiskey sour.

A couple minutes later, the drink orders arrived, as did Barbie. As soon as the waitress left, Barbie said, "Reach under the table. I have something for you."
Michael knew immediately what she had done, and quickly reached under their table. She placed something in his outstretched hand and he immediately recognized the material. She had went to the restroom to take off her panties. He sat back in his seat feeling her sexy panties and was amazed at how soaked they were. With the way she squirted when she came, as well as how often she came, he wasn't surprised at how soaked they were.

"You think I am a little bit horny?" she asked, her voice thick with passion.
"I'm sure you are. So what do you think we should do about it?"
"Hmmm... I don't know. Maybe you can think of something."

Michael thought for a minute, then a plan started to hatch. He saw their waitress and it all fell into place. It would take a lot of help on her part to make it happen though. It was Michael's turn to lean forward and whisper. "You ever been fucked in a restaurant before?"
Now Barbie was the one looking shocked. She sat in stunned silence for a few seconds, then a seductive grin came across her face. "No... are you saying we are going to fuck in this restaurant? And if so, how?"

Michael's mind was racing at this point and he was getting turned on all over again. "Let's drink up a bit and I'll tell you as we go. We need to get a good read on our waitress though to make this happen."

And so they drank. Michael discussed his plan with Barbie and as they ordered each round, they chatted with their waitress, getting a feel for her personality. Finally, five rounds later, Michael decided to start with his plan. This part, he hadn't told Barbie about. "I want you to spread your legs," he stated, very bluntly.
"Just trust me and do as I ask, okay?" Barbie nodded and Michael
leaned down and began taking off a shoe and one of his socks. "Now, one more question, before we go ahead with this risky plan. Are you feeling risque this evening?"
Again she smiled and she said, "You know I am. What haven't you told me?"
As he started to speak, Michael stretched his leg out until he felt the bench Barbie was sitting on. He moved his foot upward until he felt her skirt. "Have you ever had someone massage your pussy and clit with their foot?" 

Again, her face registered shock and before she could answer, he slid his foot under her skirt and made contact with her soaked pussy. She jumped in surprised at the touch, then said, "Oh my fucking God... No, no one as ever done this before. Holy shit!"
Michael laughed. "Well now you can say you've been given a foot job." With that, Michael began to trace his big toe along her pussy lips until he found her clit. Carefully, but with some pressure, he pushed down and began to rub her clit in a clockwise motion. Then, he reversed the motion. Barbie was already beginning to move in an aroused state.

"Oh my fucking God, Michael!" she exclaimed. "I am getting so turned on... again!" She was breathing heavily and Michael knew with all the action her sweet pussy had gotten already this evening, it wouldn't take long for her to come.
"I'm gonna call our waitress over now, and to make this work, you have to do exactly what I say, okay?" She nodded. And as he continued his footjob on Barbie, he watched for their waitress and when he saw her, called her over.
"Are you ready for another round, guys?" she asked. 

Michael had watched her since his plan had come to mind and he noticed that their waitress seemed very friendly and fun-loving. He hoped she was very open-minded as well. "Well Rachell," he said, as he glanced at her name badge, "we don't need another round right now, but we do have a favor to ask of you."
"Sure. What do you need?" Rachell asked.
"Well, I was wondering if, not counting your tip, you would like to earn fifty extra dollars from us tonight?"
Rachell looked surprised, but quickly hid it. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her. "Sounds great, what do I have to do?"
"Well first, let me ask you a question. If anything I say, sounds bad or something you'd rather not deal with, we'll be off for the night, and you'll at least get twenty dollars for putting up with us. You game?"
Rachell nodded. "Well, if anything, you have my curiosity piqued!"
"Good," Michael said. "Now, my question is, how good of a sport are you? Are you willing to help two customers have a great time and plus, earn fifty bucks for your trouble?" Barbie had stopped moving since Rachell's arrival, so Michael pressed harder on her clit and continued the toe job. Barbie outwardly jerked and a moan escaped her.