Fantasy Adventure of sam and neha

[Life_is_short]

The waiter was still standing—tray in hand, eyes on the phone.
He looked at Sandy—then Alok.
“Sir… special request… just once…”
Alok looked at the waiter, took another drag of his cigarette, exhaled smoke and said—in that controlled, owner-like tone.
“Okay… go ahead… but within limits.”
He paused, then laughed lightly,
David—“Motherfucker… only above… don’t even think about going below.”
The waiter’s eyes lit up.
“Yes sir!” he said happily—voice childlike with excitement.
He walked toward Sandy with the tray—last drink glass on it.
Sandy still stood pressed against the wall—holding the towel tightly with both hands, covering breasts and pussy.
She didn’t reach for the glass—afraid to let go of the towel.
The waiter was now so close that his breath fell on Sandy’s face.
His eyes fixed on her body—breasts, waist, the hidden pussy under the towel.
Tray still in hand, but full attention on Sandy.
Sandy stood like a statue—eyes down, gripping the towel tightly.
She wasn’t reaching for the glass—as if scared, or waiting for Alok’s word.
The waiter looked at Alok again—voice pleading, hunger clear.
“Sir… please… just once… I just want to see… how beautiful madam is… please…”
Sandy finally spoke—soft, but clear.
“All this…?”
She stopped, as if wanting to say—this is too much.
Then looked at Alok.
“Waiter… please… no…”
When Sandy said “Waiter… please… no…”, something changed on Alok’s face for a moment.
His eyes narrowed, the smile disappeared.
As if some old wound reopened.
For one second he went somewhere far—maybe back to the days when he was poor, when people called him “waiter” or “low-class” with contempt.
His breathing stopped for a moment.
Then suddenly he laughed loudly—a sharp, bitter laugh.
“Hahaha… waiter??”
He looked at Sandy—eyes shining again, but no softness now.
“Do you know who David and Vishal are?”
He paused, took a long drag of the cigarette.
Blew smoke toward Sandy’s face.
“I paid you double… because I don’t like hearing ‘no’.
And this guy… he just wants to see?
Just see?”
He pointed at David.
“Every mark on your body—bites, hickeys, red marks—David gave them.
And David… is my driver.”
Then looked at Vishal.
“And Vishal… is my bodyguard.”
Sandy picked up the glass from the tray—slowly, as if performing a ritual.
Her hands left the towel.
The towel now hung only on her nipples—like two tiny hooks holding it.
She brought the glass to her lips, took a sip.
Placed it down.
The waiter’s eyes were locked on her—hungry, waiting.
He had been dreaming of this moment since morning.
Now was his chance.
Sandy gave a light shrug of her shoulder.
The towel slipped.
Slowly.
First one breast fully exposed—round, heavy, nipple still slightly red, glistening with sweat.
Then the other.
The waiter’s breath caught.
His eyes widened.
He just stared—as if a dream was coming true.
“Madam… wow…”
The waiter was now so close his breath touched Sandy’s skin.
His eyes devoured every inch—like appraising something precious.
He moved slowly forward.
Sandy loosened the towel more.
It slipped further—down her waist, then fell completely to the floor.
The waiter’s breath stopped.
His head slowly lowered—from her neck, to breasts, then stomach.
His eyes fixed on her deep navel.
He just stared—the depth, the shine of skin around it, sweat drops still collected there.
His breathing quickened—hot air hitting her skin.
Sandy stood silent—eyes down, body trembling slightly.
The waiter slowly raised his hand—near her navel, but didn’t touch.
Just close enough to feel.
He came even closer—head slowly moving downward.
Sandy had crossed her legs—thighs pressed together, pussy completely hidden.
He couldn’t see much—just a faint glimpse deep inside.
He went down on his knees—almost on the floor, right in front of her feet.
His face was now directly in front of her thighs.
He looked from every angle—left, right, below.
His breathing was fast—hot air brushing her skin.
Then he looked up at her face.
His eyes were pleading—silent request.
“Just… a little more…”
Sandy looked into his eyes.
Paused for a moment.
Then smiled—a small, naughty smile.
She slowly parted her legs—deliberately, gradually.
Thighs opened more.
Her pussy now fully visible—wet, glistening
Clit slightly peeking out