As I walked into the bustling restaurant, I couldn't help but notice the beautiful and bubbly waitress with her big fat ass. Her name was Alison, and she had an infectious smile that lit up the room. I quickly snagged a seat by the window, eagerly anticipating her arrival.
Alison finally approached my table, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. She placed the menu in front of me and asked if I needed anything to drink. I couldn't resist the opportunity she presented, so I ordered a beer. Alison returned with my drink, and as she set it down, she let out a loud burp that smelled of old eggs and rotten cheese. The smell was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but lean in closer to catch a whiff.
"Oh, umm, I don't know," she timidly replied, wringing her hands. "There's still a lot of people here and I don't think my manager would like me flashing the restaurant with my ass." Her words were laced with nervousness, but there was also an undercurrent of excitement. I could tell she was intrigued by the idea.
Seeing her reluctance, I decided to up the ante. I pulled out my wallet and placed a wad of cash on the table. "How about this - if you fart more for me, I'll double whatever you make in tips today. Deal?" I said, grinning from ear to ear.
Alison's eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't hide the desire in her gaze. She glanced around the restaurant before slowly nodding her head. "Well," she whispered, "I guess my manager is on break, so now is as good a time as any." Slowly, she inched her way back to the table and slid her jeans down to right underneath her butt cheeks. The sight of her full booty cotton panties and the intoxicating scent that emanated from them was enough to make my cock hard as a rock.
As she leaned forward to deliver a few wet-sounding bubblers directly onto my face, I couldn't help but feel like I was in heaven. The taste of her gas was unparalleled, and the feeling of her warm breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine.
For the next few minutes, Alison cycled through leaning back and bending forward, releasing gassy mayhem with each movement. She looked down at my crotch, where she noticed just how much I was enjoying what she was doing. This only seemed to fuel her desire, and she began to talk dirty to me, egging herself on.
"You really like these big fat farts from this big fat ass, don't you?" she murmured, grabbing her asscheek and giving it a solid jiggle. The look of pure pleasure on her face was enough to make me want to come right there.
Feeling emboldened by my response, Alison turned to face her big butt towards me again. "I have a nice big fat one lined up just for you!" she said before propping her cheeks back up on the table and releasing another bassy ass-blast. The sound was music to my ears.
For the rest of the meal, Alison and I engaged in a dirty, secret dance. She farted for me, talked dirty to me, and even grabbed her ass to give it a solid jiggle every now and then. We were lost in each other's gaze, both of us fixated on the pleasure we were experiencing.
Finally, our meal came to an end. As Alison returned with the check, I couldn't help but wonder if this was really happening. She placed the bill in front of me with a coy smile, and I couldn't help but stare at the astronomical amount on the bill. It was more than double what I had originally planned to spend on dinner.
"Alright, let's do this," I said, pulling out my credit card. Alison's eyes widened in surprise as she saw the amount I was leaving as a tip. When the waitress came by to drop off the change, Alison quickly snatched up the coins and shoved them into her apron pocket.
As I watched her walk away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Not only had I enjoyed one of the most amazing meals of my life, but I had also made a beautiful woman happy in the process. And that, my friends, is what dining out is all about.
