We took a break on the cushioned banquette in the cabana and sloppily kissed. My hand made its way naturally up Kat's thigh, pushing the short dress higher. Maybe we should have finished our earlier fuck to dial back some of the tension we were now feeling. As my hand moved to her cheek, stroking it, our blonde bottle service girl returned with an exotic, tattooed brunette who was carrying an ice bucket sporting two bottles of Dom. The waitress put down two flutes, bending over with a gratuitous amount of cleavage directly in front of me, her thighs almost brushing Kat's face.

"Just the two of you?" she asked....