Educating Poppy – Part I

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The hotel’s dining room is one of its best features. It has big picture windows overlooking the rugged Devon coastline, and during the brief intervals when Poppy isn’t either taking someone’s order or clearing away the plates, she enjoys watching the sun slowly setting behind the rocky headland. There is a spot just beside one of the pot plants where she can keep an eye on the tables while at the same time enjoying the scenery, as well as not getting in the way of the other waitresses as they bustle past. This particular August evening there is an especially fine sunset, and most of the guests are lingering over their food to enjoy it.However, one couple, who she’s been serving that evening, seem rather more interested in each other. They’ve been flirting outrageously across the table all evening, and as Poppy brings them their dessert she can’t help thinking she’s interrupted them in the middle of a particularly dirty conversation. She’s sure she hears him say something like “…have you right here on this table”, but then the woman sees Poppy coming and shushes him urgently.Poppy serves the couple, then goes back to her post. Judging by the way they sheepishly look out of the window as she serves the desserts, they maybe realise that they’ve been getting a little carried away. She wonders exactly what they’ve been saying. She remembers how she noticed them both in the pool earlier that day, and how she hadn’t been able to help admiring the man’s firm muscular body. He looks as if he’s in his fifties, and his hair is just starting to go grey around the temples, but his body is firm and well-toned, with no obvious signs of middle-aged spread. Poppy blushes as she remembers this. She isn’t in the habit of admiring men’s bodies, let alone ones who are (a) obviously almanbahis şikayet attached, and (b) old enough to be her father, and she’s a little bit ashamed of herself for allowing a dirty thought about the contents of his trunks to cross her mind.Just then, Poppy notices something else. The couple have finished their desserts, and the woman has taken off her shoe and her bare foot is massaging the man’s crotch under the table. He is trying with difficulty to act as if nothing is happening, but the bulge in his trousers shows that he is anything but un-aroused.“Gosh, that’s a bit rude,” Poppy thinks. Rather against her will, she begins to feel a little bit tingly between her legs as she wonders what it would be like to rub her own hand over his crotch, feeling the outline of the huge hard erection through the cloth. Without thinking, her hand slips down and brushes over her pubic mound. “Behave, Poppy,” she tells herself firmly. “Stop acting like such a slut”.But, despite herself, she can’t seem to keep her eyes off what is going on under the table. She can see the woman’s toes rubbing harder over the man’s erection. It looks really hard. She begins to wonder what will happen if the woman keeps it up much longer. The man is going a bit red in the face.“Surely she’ll stop before he makes a mess?” wonders Poppy. She soon gets her answer. The woman is twisting her toes roughly against the man’s erection, concentrating on the sensitive area just at the bottom edge of the helmet. And then the inevitable happens: Poppy sees a dark stain spread across the front of his trousers as he ejaculates. He comes really hard, right against the inside of his thin trousers, forcing his stuff through the material, and the woman’s toes become covered in sticky ejaculate almanbahis canlı casino as she continues to rub at the spreading damp patch.Poppy knows she ought to be disgusted, but instead she feels herself incredibly turned on. “What’s the matter with me?” she thinks. “It’s like watching my mum and dad have sex.”And there’s another thing that’s starting to worry her. She knows she’s supposed to clear the plates as soon as possible after the guests have finished each course, but up until now she’s been too embarrassed to interrupt what is going on. Then suddenly she sees the manageress out of the corner of her eye, speaking to one of the other waitresses. Poppy knows she has to clear that table right now, or risk a real telling-off. So she takes a deep breath, and walks over to the table as calmly as she can. The man is obviously a bit embarrassed (as well he might be), and pretends to be very interested in his wine-glass. As Poppy bends over to pick up his plate, she can smell the musky scent of his fresh semen rising up from between his legs. Although she tries to remain calm, she knows that she’s flushing bright red with embarrassment – which just makes her feel worse, and blush even more.As she turns to collect the woman’s plate, Poppy can’t help catching her eye. The woman’s glance conveys so much: just a hint of embarrassment perhaps, but also a stronger sexual thrill. Poppy can tell that the woman knows that she has seen what has happened. The woman smiles at Poppy as she passes her plate across. Then, as the plate is almost in her hand, it tips sideways, just enough to let the spoon slide off, bounce once off the table, and onto the floor.“Oh, I’m so sorry – how very clumsy of me,” the woman stammers, and leans over as if to pick it up.“Don’t almanbahis casino worry, madam, I’ll get it,” Poppy says, just wanting to get away as quickly as possible. She dips down to where she can see the spoon under the table. But as she does so, she finds herself staring directly at the man’s crotch. All she can see is the enormous stain on his trousers, with a big creamy patch of semen that has been smeared around by the woman’s foot. Poppy breathes in deeply, and more scent of fresh semen fills her nostrils. The spoon lies on the floor right next to the woman’s foot, and as Poppy reaches to pick it up she can see the sticky goo on the woman’s toes where she has rubbed them into the man’s groin. For one giddy moment, Poppy wonders what would happen if she bent down to lick it off her foot, tasting the salty flavour on her tongue. The woman rotates her foot, as if to show off her trophy. “Oh crikey,” thinks Poppy, “she’s doing this on purpose.” To her shame, she feels a little tremor run through her body, a tremor not of shame, but of excitement. Down there, under the table, staring at the woman’s semen-coated toes, she almost feels herself come. Not quite an orgasm, but an unmistakable thrill of arousal, unlike anything she’s ever felt before.Trying to get her breathing under control, she picks up the spoon, and stands up, trembling slightly. The woman is still apologising, and Poppy throws her a quick smile as she hurries off, hoping to grab a quick minute or two to compose herself. As she pauses to catch her breath, the couple pass her on their way out of the dining room.“I think we’ll have our coffee in the lounge tonight,” the man says; he has removed his jacket, and is trying to hold it in a casual fashion over his sticky crotch.“I’ll be with you right away,” Poppy says; but she looks round to see if her friend Louise is free to take over. Unfortunately, Louise is busy taking the orders from another table, and the other waitresses are all either in the kitchen or gliding around between the tables.

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