'I don't know why you read the menu; you must know it off by heart by now.' She put the jug on the table and waited for his order.
'I do, but it gives me more time to spend with you, if I don't hurry my order too quick.' He teased.
Hannah could feel herself blush hotly. 'Don't tease me Pete.'
She looked at her deliciously handsome customer and wished for the hundredth time she know what he was thinking, how he felt about her. For weeks now he'd been coming into the diner and flirting and teasing with her, but she just didn't know if he was just being funny, or if he actually meant it.
With his wife working nights, Pete had decided rather than eat on his own at home; he would come to the diner, especially on nights that Hannah worked. He looked up at her and yet again was glad that the table hid the obvious tightening of his pants as his cock stiffened. He knew it was wrong to feel this way about Hannah but he couldn't help himself. He wanted her, he craved her, and there was nothing that would change that.
She was standing so close to him that he could smell her perfume, and he wanted desperately to reach out and touch her, but he didn't dare. He knew if he did, that would be it; there would be no stopping him.
He suddenly realised he was daydreaming and stopped pretending to read the menu.
'I'll have the house hamburger; fries and a salad please hun.' He smiled up at Hannah, watching her dainty hand as it quickly wrote his order on her pad. How he would love to feel her small fingers wrap round his cock, touching him, making him feel alive again.