Welcome to the Innocent World

"Hmmmm…" I mused to myself, chewing over her words as I stabbed another piece of chicken with my fork. *Depends on what I'm looking for?* Her little tease stuck with me, that sly edge in her voice hinting at something more, something tucked away beneath the surface of this polished hotel.

The food was good—juicy, warm, the herbs popping on my tongue—but my mind was already wandering, chasing that spark she'd dangled in front of me.

"Is there any problem, sir?" she asked, her voice cutting through my thoughts as she swung back by my table, her tray tucked under one arm. She tilted her head, that bright smile still playing on her lips, her apron swaying just enough to catch my eye again.

"Not exactly," I said, swallowing my bite as I waved her over with a smirk, my hand flicking in a lazy beckon. "But… come here for a second."

She stepped closer, her boots clicking soft against the marble, and I didn't hesitate—reaching out, I grabbed her hand, her skin warm and smooth under mine, and tugged her down onto my lap.

"Sir… eheh," she giggled, a little surprised but not resisting, her body settling against me, light. The apron shifted, barely covering her as she perched there, her bare thighs brushing my jeans, her curves pressing into me.

I leaned in, kissing her neck slow, my lips grazing the soft spot below her ear, breathing in the faint scent of her—something sweet, like vanilla, mixed with the heat of her skin.

"You smell good, girl," I murmured, my voice low as my hands started tracing her thighs, sliding over the silky expanse of her legs, feeling the way her muscles tensed under my touch.

"Ohh, thank you…" she said, her tone breathy, a little flustered, but she didn't pull away. "But sir, don't you wanna eat?" She glanced at my plate, then grabbed the spoon, scooping up a bit of rice and chicken and holding it to my mouth like she was feeding me, her fingers brushing my lips as I took the bite.

"I do…" I said, chewing quick before swallowing, my smirk widening as I kept my eyes locked on hers. "But I wanna know something else first."

My hand slipped under her skirt, bold and slow, fingers gliding up the inside of her thigh until they found her naked pussy again—no panties, just warm, slick pussy waiting for me. I rubbed between her legs, teasing along her folds, feeling her wetness coat my fingertips as I pressed against her.

"Ahh… special type of fun?" she asked, her face flushing red, a mix of blush and thrill lighting up her eyes as she squirmed on my lap.

Her voice hitched, caught between a gasp and a laugh, and I could feel her pulse quicken under my touch. People at the tables ahead glanced our way—some curious, some smirking, most pretending to ignore us—but the restaurant's low hum kept rolling, like this was just another day.

"Yeah… special type," I said, my tone dropping low and rough as I slid two fingers inside her hole, slow and deliberate, pressing against her tight, wet walls.

She was soft inside, clenching around me as I curled my fingers, stroking her deep, feeling her heat pulse against my hand.

"Something… different. You know any spots like that around here?" I kissed her neck again, my lips lingering, tasting the salt of her skin as I worked her slow, my thumb brushing her clit just to see her twitch.

"Ahm… maybe…" she breathed, her head tipping back a little, her hands gripping my shoulders for balance as she rocked against my fingers, subtle but needy. "There's… places… ahh… if you're into that kinda fun…" Her words came out choppy, her blush spreading down her chest, her apron slipping to expose more of her boobs as she moved.

"Tell me more," I teased, pushing my fingers deeper, feeling her walls flutter as I pressed harder, my other hand squeezing her thigh to keep her steady. "What kinda places?"

She giggled through a moan, biting her lip as she leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear. "Naughty ones… sir… but you gotta finish your food first… or I'll get in trouble." She squirmed again, half-protesting, half-playing, her pussy soaking my hand as the thrill of it all danced in her eyes.

The waitress squirmed on my lap, her body pressing down harder as she started getting wet, her slick heat seeping through my jeans. I didn't care—my pants could handle it; I was after something bigger now, information she was teasing out slow. Her hips moved, grinding against my dick, subtle little rolls that made it twitch under her, and I smirked, letting her play while I fished for what I wanted.

"Ahhhh…" she moaned soft, her voice catching in her throat, her hands tightening on my shoulders as she rocked against me, her apron shifting to expose more of her naked pussy that was being fingered by me.

"Special type…the hard one....which not everyone can handle...type of fun..." I said, my voice low and rough as I pinched her labia, grabbing the whole thing firm between my fingers, squeezing just enough to make her feel it. "The type of fun… you know, sometimes they call it forbidden fun." My grip tightened for a sec, teasing her with the pressure as I watched her reaction.

"Ahmm!!" she yelped, squirming hard, her thighs clamping around my hand as she gasped, her face flushing deeper, a mix of thrill and surprise lighting up her eyes.

"Ohh… that type…" she said, catching her breath, her giggle turning sly as she leaned closer, her lips brushing my jaw. "I think I know what you're looking for…"

"Ohhh, then tell me, girl," I urged, my smirk widening as I slid my fingers back along her pussy, rubbing slow circles over her wet folds, keeping her on edge. "Spill it."

She giggled again, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered, "Now I know why you mentioned the shore too." Her voice was low, conspiratorial, like she'd just pieced it all together, and she pulled back just enough to straddle me proper, her knees digging into the cushion on either side of my hips.

Her hands cupped my cheeks, her fingers soft but firm as she held my face, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Hehe… now you know," I said, leaning back into her touch, my hands sliding down to grip her ass as she moved against me, her grinding picking up a little, teasing my dick through my jeans. "So what's the deal?"

"Yes, such a place exists…" she said, her tone dropping serious for a sec, her lips hovering near mine as she kept her voice low. "But it's a sacred place… not just anyone can enter without a special pass." Her breath tickled my skin, her boobs pressing against my chest through the apron as she shifted, her wetness soaking into me more now.

"I'll figure that out… don't worry," I said, smirking as my hands roamed lower, groping her ass hard, squeezing the soft curves under my palms. "I'm good at getting into places I'm not supposed to."

"And you'll need a partner once you're in," she added.

"Sure thing," I replied, my grin sharp as I gave her ass another firm squeeze, feeling her shiver under my touch. "I've got that covered."

Her face turned serious then, her playful edge fading as she leaned in close again, her lips brushing my ear this time.

"The shore near the coconut trees has it," she whispered, her words slow and careful, a smile curling behind them. "You'll need to find a way to reach their basement, though—good luck with that." She pulled back quick, sliding off my lap with a little hop, her apron fluttering as she stood, leaving a damp spot on my jeans.

"Thank you," I said, smiling up at her as she smoothed her skirt down. She gave me a quick nod, her eyes twinkling.

I leaned back in my chair, relaxing into the cushion as I grabbed my fork again, my mind already spinning. "The shore near the coconut trees… hmmm…" I muttered to myself, dwelling on it as I stabbed a piece of chicken, the steam curling up around me.

Sacred place, special pass, a basement—sounded like a puzzle worth cracking.