Foreplay at Table 7

get a fucking room

get a room

Spring time made a brief appearance last week and it must have sent people’s hormones into a tizzy right up there with their allergies. The night at the restaurant started off normally with a couple who were happy to be with one another. There was sweet hand holding across the table and some goo-goo eyes going on, but nothing out of the ordinary. Then the next table that came in was the same way. And the next one and the next one after that. At one point, we counted five out of the six two-tops holding hands and it wasn’t even fucking Valentine’s Day. (Or if you’re my boss, Valentimes’s Day…). Spring is in the air.

Then came in the couple who sat at Table 7 and they made everyone else look like they were on their first date at the Sadie Hawkins dance in the sixth grade. These people looked like they were ready to slap on some lube and get busy in a booth. Of course they sat on the same side of the booth. I don’t get that. I want to be able to look at the person I am eating with without having to turn my neck 90º. I suppose same-side booth sitting is helpful for hand jobs, but not much else. This woman is a regular but she has been in with many different men over the months and years. “Whore” is such a strong word, but for the sake of this blog, let’s call her that. Whore is the touchy feely type with her dates and always insists that they be touching each other throughout dinner. She floats somewhere between smothering and controlling. The guy she is with this night seems just as into it as she is. Their hands are intertwined and he keeps brushing the hair out of her eyes. She, in return, brushes his hair out of his eyes. I hold back the voms.

I hate to interrupt their foreplay, but I do need to see what they want to order for dinner, so I wrap myself in a condom and approach the table. I don’t want to accidentally end up in an unprotected threesome. After reciting the specials, they quickly decide on an appetizer and entrees and go back to making sweet sweet love with their eyes. Her arm is constantly around her beau’s shoulders and she stares longingly into his beady little rat face. His hand are in her lap and I can’t be sure what was going on below the table, but I cannot rule anything out, because “horny” is an understatement for this pair.

When their zucchini pancakes are ready, I slide them onto the table managing to keep a safe distance of any errant bodily fluids that may be coming from them and then I retreat to the bar to continue watching the show. The zucchini pancakes come with a sour cream and chive dipping sauce. It is remotely disgusting to watch him dip his finger into the ramekin and then put that finger into her mouth as she sucks it clean. If this is any indication of what is to come, there is a very sloppy and very awkward blow job in their future and I can only pray that it happens after they leave my section.

Their food comes out of the kitchen; penne pasta with a mushroom cream sauce and the roasted chicken breast. In between bites, they give each other little kisses, his porcini-y, hers brussel sprouty. She goes to town on that chicken skin and I think that if this guy is not circumcised already, he most definitely will be by the end of the night. They eat their food quickly and as I clear the empty plates away, he releases a soft burp in her general direction. I imagine it to smell like mushroom, zucchini and uncertainty.

They ask for their check and she goes to the restroom to either wash her hands or insert some form of birth control. When she returns, she leans over the table while her boyfriend signs the credit card voucher. His hand is resting on her ass and my eyes are resting on his fingers as they slowly creep lower and lower towards her nether region. When his hand is just to that perfect point to cup her ass, his fingers then slowly slide into her taint area. The bartender and I watch with horror as she tosses her hair and giggles. These people need to go right now. I will clean up spilled soda, spilled water and spilled coffee, but I will not clean up spilled pre-ejaculate.

Spring is in the air.

18 thoughts on “Foreplay at Table 7

  1. Lisa

    Unfortunately I’ve had three experiences with “horny” couples.. Again, the side by side sitters started out innocent and later he had his jacket over his lap and she was giving him a hand job, pretty obvious when his head was going back and mouth open like he was trying to catch a popcorn kernel..

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  2. Jules

    Don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite this extreme, but I have seen some disturbing stuff in my 8 months of being a server. I once saw a really old couple (must have been in their 50s or 60s) sucking on each other’s necks as if they were leeches. And then just the other day, as I was walking to my car after work, I saw a couple (maybe in their 40s) making out, and the woman was unbuttoning his shirt. Barf. And when I was pulling out of the parking lot, they had settled on to his tailgate and they were making out, pretty much about to fuck.

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  3. Jennifer

    I used to work at bennigans & these 2 people went to their car & started getting it on right in front of huge front window!! The blinds were shut very quickly after that ha ha!!!

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  4. KB

    I believe this is THE MOST raunchy entry I’ve ever read from you, Bitchy. My jaw dropped like twice. Not because it’s so unbelievable, but because you presented it in such a way that I was like… “No. He. Didn’t.” But you did, so high five!! I cannot stand extreme PDA, totes voms bruh.

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    1. Stephanie

      Thank you! I was disappointed that a woman had to be titled whore in order for bitchy waiter to write this article. I did read through, I did so with sympathy for this woman which I wouldn’t have done had he not ashamed her for her many dates. Her behavior may not have been appropriate, but neither was calling her whore. Shame on you, bitchy waiter, for propelling slut shaming in a time when we need to do exactly the opposite of that!

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  5. ophela

    I’m a bartender/hostess and we had this one couple come in near the end of the night. They sat on the same side and sucked each others faces and the waitress totally didn’t want to interrupt but they did eventually. Everyone kept staring because they were practically ready to get it on. After taking the order they made out more. The waitress dropped off the food and they made out before and after eating again. Then, my ride came so I left and they mentioned seeing an absurd couple making out over the hood of a car. I thought I was on set of a low budget porn movie for 40 minutes.

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  6. Lisa

    Back in the dark days of being a restaurant manager I walked in on a couple getting it on on the floor of a server station. It wasn’t being used that nght-well not for its intended purpose but still..

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  7. Susan

    Fortunately, I haven’t had any of *those* same-side-sitting couples. The ones I’ve waited on seemed to be really sweet. And they were good tippers.

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  8. Suzie

    A few years back, I worked the night part of an all night diner type place. Small restaurant, but pretty busy all the time. One night, young couple comes in, sit at one of the booths by the window, opposite each other. As the time goes on, she slides lower and lower in her seat. His hand meets her under the table. I’m sure they don’t realize that from my position behind the counter, I can see all the way to the wall underneath every table. Classy!

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  9. kelly

    Yeah we had a guy get his girl to the end in a booth and in horror and not knowing what to do the server asked about desert and the lady stated I just had it.Mind you I work a very high end restaurant. .they where the last table of the night.

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  10. we$lie

    best line of this blog has to be “I think that if this guy is not circumcised already, he most definitely will be by the end of the night”

    I, too, don’t get people that sit on the same side of the booth… so awkward for everyone around

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  11. Amanda

    We had a guy finger slamming some girl at the bar once – I swear he was up to his elbow. It was disgusting but we couldn’t look away.

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  12. White Russian

    One day we had a guy fingering his lady like a wild raccoon at the same side of the booth. Whatcha gonna do with them horny bitches, huh…

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