Fiction Or Reality? - Part 1

Fiction or Reality? ? Part 1 of 2I am a writer ? an amateur writer ? of short stories that get published on a website for the shared enjoyment of a specific topic. The site I?m published on is dedicated to very graphic and lusty descriptions of various sexual activities, with categories for all sorts of unusual practices as well as what most people call normal sex. The category I submit to has stories about adult spanking.As with most writers, the idea for a story or scene ? the spark, if you will ? will sometimes, often, come from real-life experiences and situations. Meeting people, observing others going through life or attending events all have the potential to trigger an idea that adds to or becomes a story. Such is the case with mine, though given the nature of my stories I don?t use the actual people or even their names in my stories in deference to their privacy. It?s usually the situation that gives me an idea for the setting or plotline.This story and its spark came from a particular steakhouse that I frequent. It?s a national brand, but the food, service, atmosphere, and prices are all good, so being the carnivore I am, I go there often. Going to the same restaurant frequently, you get to recognize those that work there even if they aren?t the ones serving you and you therefore also notice a new person.Zoey was a fairly new hostess the first time I saw her. She struck me initially as cute but nerdy given the large black frame glasses she wore. I know little about current fashion, so the glasses may have been the latest craze, but when I was her age, ten, fifteen years ago, they were nerdy looking. She seated me quickly and was back at her podium moments later. Having seated me just a few tables away from her station, I would see her walking back and forth seating new guests.The glasses grew on me, and I started noticing other details of her appearance. The first thing one notices about Zoey is her size. She?s a very small girl, easily under five feet tall, but her body is perfectly proportioned. All of her sexy features as well as others are really quite hot. You?d think she had small breasts and a cute, little bottom but when you considered their size and shape in proportion to her overall size, she was almost voluptuous!I don?t know if her clothes were a uniform issued to her by the restaurant or just any old şişli escort black pants and white long sleeve shirt. The pants fit her beautifully showing off shapely thighs and a perfectly shaped bottom which, for obvious reasons is something I always notice. So perfectly round and firm, with the tight pants revealing only partly what I imagined was a deep cleft between those gorgeous cheeks. From the waist down, the only thing that would make her even sexier would be a tight, little cameltoe where her thighs came together.Her shirt was a different story. The white, long sleeve, collared shirt was very loose fitting, probably a size or two too large. It ballooned out of the waist of her tight pants revealing almost nothing about her upper body, though looking more closely the size of her tits was somewhat apparent, and again, I?d guess they were rather large in relation to her petite stature.Every time she walked by her smile made you take notice of her beautiful, China doll face. A small mouth and nose, but large brown eyes would entice anyone. Add in long, very dark brown hair in a rather messy, intentionally, I think, ponytail and she was really a very beautiful girl! Her ultra-cute face and petite body would probably fool most people into thinking she was still in high school, but something about the way she carried herself and spoke to people made me think she was probably in her low to mid-twenties.She?d so captivated me that I had to consciously avoid looking at her each time she passed so as not to look like I was leering. It was my good fortune to find her at the hostess station the next time I visited. She seated me in the same general location as before though I?m sure it wasn?t because of any recognition from my earlier visit. Again, I was treated to her parading that gorgeous body back and forth with the same friendly smile whenever I allowed myself to look.I later checked my calendar to determine that my two encounters with her were on different days of the week and made note of them so I could time my visits to her schedule. On my third visit, she welcomed me back as I walked in the door, as though she?d remembered me being there before, but I put it aside as a coincidence.The next time I got a ?So good to see you again? upon my arrival and I now believed she did recognize me. She seated şişli escort bayan me in the same area every time and this time she stopped by my table a couple of times to ask if everything was okay in a very friendly and genuine way.I usually go to dinner early in order to avoid crowds and waiting for service, but on one of my subsequent visits I was more than an hour later than usual, and they were very busy. Zoey told me I?d have to wait fifteen to twenty minutes, so she took my name, and I took a seat close to her podium in hopes of some conversation with her. I?d noticed that her shirt was properly fitting her body now and found I?d actually underestimated the size and beauty of her shapely tits.?I see they finally got you a blouse in the right size?? I commented as innocently as I could manage.?I know, right!? I felt like I was wearing my daddy?s shirt!? she replied with a giggle.It wasn?t long before I was the only one waiting for a table, and it seemed like there were tables available, but I was enjoying being closer to her, so I didn?t care. After seating the older couple before me, she came back to her station and practically growled!?I hate it when they do that!? she complained to no one in particular.?Were they rude to you,? I asked with genuine concern.?No, not rude, and not them ? HIM! They talk to me like I?m twelve or something! I mean, I know I?m smaller than average, but do I look like I?m still in school? How old do YOU think I am, Mark?? she asked in frustration, with her elbows on the podium, holding her beautiful face in her hands.?I?m not very good at guessing people?s age, but you?re clearly not in high school any longer and I would guess you?re twenty ? three ? maybe???Thank you! I?m actually twenty-four, but most guys just see me as a little girl and try to treat me like I?m a kid! There are times I don?t mind being a little girl,? she added with a cute smile, ?but those are times of my choosing!??If they took the time to really look at you, they?d see you aren?t,? I offered and got a sweet smile in return.?Hey, your table is ready!? she said and took me to the same general location. The rest of the visit went as usual with Zoey unfortunately too busy to stop by, but the idea for a story started building in my mind. As the outline formed, I took my iPad and began writing mecidiyeköy escort out the outline for a story about a waitress who gets a spanking from one of her favorite customers ? me! I had a rough outline by the time my food arrived and a fleshed-out version of the outline by the time I left.My writing method usually continues after the outline with my just thinking through the story, playing it out in my mind as other elements and plotlines come to mind. I often do this while luxuriating in my hot tub and don?t have anything to write down the ideas, but I?ve usually run through it enough times to remember the ideas and I add them to the outline right after.This story practically wrote itself ?*?Damn it!? Rachel said after I told her she?d brought the wrong wine. I wasn?t angry. Rachel is almost a friend whom I try to get as my waitress whenever I visit my favorite Italian restaurant. She returned within a few minutes with the correct wine apologizing profusely.?It?s okay! Don?t worry about it!? I offer, trying to make her feel better.?I am NOT having a good day!? she said as she returned to work. A statement like this would have probably been considered inappropriate to the average customer, but as I?ve known her here at Stephan?s for more than a year, she was safe with me, as long as her supervisor hadn?t heard her.She brought me my usual second glass of wine and took my order for one of the day?s specials. As she turned to go put my order in, she caught her foot on a chair and nearly fell over. Looking back at me mouthing ?See?? had me empathizing with her. We?ll have bad days where nothing seems to go right, and we all have our ways of dealing with them ? usually.It was early evening in the fall with the light gradually fading from the sky outside, a beautiful, cool but still balmy Florida day. The restaurant wasn?t very busy, which I took as unusual as there were quite a few servers who seemed to have little to do. In my section, there were only two other tables occupied, both by couples, and they were several tables away.Rachel came by several times just to check on me and exchange a few personal comments. At one point I saw her just standing by the waitress station, waiting for some food to come up I presume, and her mood and frustration showed in her face and body language. I thought I might try to help or cheer her up if I got the chance.Rachel, on first look, is a somewhat ordinary-looking girl. She had a pleasant, friendly, and sometimes pretty face ? if made up properly. Her shoulder-length hair was a beautiful shade of reddish brown that went with her light brown eyes perfectly.