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Unforgettable Breakfast

We were headed out of Florida. our V-twins were purring fine
It was early in the morning looking for a place to dine
That's when I saw a billboard that my brain could not perceive.
Get off at the next exit, for breakfast, you will not believe
Eggs any way you want them, poached, scrambled, dippy fried,
Served by a naked waitress, over easy, sunny-side.

Since I was the captain, and as such was in the lead,
Led us off at the next exit; although, a biker, I could read
We could see the country diner, just a small roadside cafe,
Looked really nothing special, but I won't forget that day

We walked into the front door, found an entry chamber there.
The host said, there's a cover charge, if you would like to try our fare.
I think it was five dollars. may have even been a ten
Didn't matter much to us, we paid and went right in.

Were taken to a table, and after being seated there,
Our waitress brought the menus and she stood beside my chair.
She wasn't wearing anything, but a pair of tall high heels.
I watched her anabashedly, what I saw gave me the chills.

She was tall and quite a beauty, nipples standing in the air
Down below was a small landing strip, all the rest was shaven bare
You could tell that she'd been working out, her muscles firm and lean
Her naked ass was fine as wine, one of the best I'd ever seen.

To say I was distracted , would have been to understate.
My hunger had me drooling, I knew the breakfast would be great.
She said, if you'll excuse me, the next table's food is up,
Her breasts swayed, as she walked away, she was a natural “D” cup

Wasn't but a minute, she was serving them their food
I could not help my staring, even though I knew 'twas rude
Her back was facing toward me, as she leaned to set the plate
I do not exagerate, when I say the view was great.
Her cheeks and thighs were framing, the object of a man's desire,
I could feel some movement in my jeans, the view had lit my fire.

Then we ordered breakfast., as I remember, it was good.
Somehow I found composure, talked myself out of my wood
Left her a large substantial tip, she did not serve for free
It was in the form of money, not in the form of me
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
Believe it, or not, this is a true accounting of part of motorcycle trip many years ago. It's hard to believe, we never went there again.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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