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    The maître d’ seemed surprised when I requested my table by the name of the waiter. I stated it simply: “I don’t care where I sit, as long as Juan is my waiter,” I said, and I winked.
    I was trying to be sly or coy or something, but it went right over the guy’s head. Either that or he was so over the hill and undersexed that he couldn’t care less about whether I wanted to fuck Juan or not. He didn’t even look at my breasts, even though I was wearing a sheer white blouse that clearly emphasized the outline of my nipples. What a prude.
    But he escorted me to a table, and I felt my pulse start to rise. In a minute, I was going to meet the only man who had ever brought me to complete and utter ecstasy. This was the man who left me panting and satiated, and who made my body into a violin. Only he could play me. Finally, we would meet.
    Juan’s face was severe as he approached my table. He had thick black eyebrows, and they burrowed into the middle of his forehead. His hair was slicked back and shockingly long in the back, although tied neatly into a long pony tail. His lips were almost a candy-apple red, and I couldn’t help thinking he had been sucking on some sort of lollypop recently. He was around thirty-five, and a little pudgy around the middle. He was neither more nor less appealing than I had expected. I’m not sure I would have made much of him if I happened to run into him elsewhere. He was simply a guy – perhaps a little darker and a little older than I normally like them – but not half bad.
    Besides, this was the guy that fucked me right, wasn’t it? I was prepared for almost anything. I didn’t care. He was my magic. He was my instant turn-on. I wanted him, and I wanted him without the anonymity booth. I wanted to see him pull out his dick and whack himself on me. I wanted to see his face contort as he moaned in mounting tension. I had had enough of this hiding behind a partition.
    I couldn’t help smiling when he stood by the table. He had no idea who I was. He had fucked my cunt and my ass, fingered my clit, rested his head on my ass, and licked me all over, but he didn’t know it. It was a hoot.
    I pretended interest in the menu, but I’m not one for playing games for long, so I cut right to the performance. I knew that he had heard me moaning. I just knew he would recognize my voice, so I closed my eyes and imagined he was behind me fingering my ass. I imagined that he was licking my clit, like he had just the night before. I transported myself back to the booth. I felt my knees in the horse, and my legs spread apart, and I felt the liquid start to run down my inner thigh right there in the restaurant. And then I let out a long hard moan. I didn’t hold back. I just moaned and moaned, and arched my back in the seat, for all to hear.
    When I opened my eyes, Juan was gone. The other customers in the restaurant were staring at me, and the maître d’ was shuffling nervously in the corner with another waiter. He was whispering, and both were looking my way.
    I grabbed for my napkin to wipe my brow. I wasn’t sure how long I had been moaning there. I started to come to my senses. I was moaning in a public restaurant. This stuff was supposed to stay in the salons. Absolutely no sex that is not regulated by management. I had broken the rule.
    The whispering in the corner became more urgent. I looked around frantically for Juan. Surely, he had not deserted me in the midst of my ecstasy? Surely, he had recognized me for who I was and he would soon emerge from the kitchen to lead me from the restaurant? Surely, this man – who had opened my cunt in ways I had never dreamed of – had been dreaming of this moment as I had? Surely?
    When Juan didn’t appear, I grabbed for my purse and jumped to my feet. I was frantic now, humiliated and covered with a cold sweat.
    “Where is Juan?” I shouted at the maître d’. “You! Tell me! Where did he go?”
    I took a step towards