Exhibitionism

First day fun

Henry gets hired to work at his local stables. However he soon finds out he is in for more than he bargind for when he catches his employer masturbating.

Naked Girl: Part 2

It is still summer and Gabby is home alone. She wants to go out and play with her neighbors but after what happened last time she is apprehensive.

A long Layover at the Airport

‘Passengers of Flight 23Z heading to LA, your flight has been temporarily delayed until 11:00 AM tomorrow, Friday the 25th, due to weather complications in the area. We apologize for any inconvenience and will be offering a free alcohol voucher to anyone over the age of 18 flying with us as compensation.’

The Island, Chapter 40

Author’s Note: This is a serial novel. It mixes actual experiences, fantasies, and outright lunacy. It is not a quick lurk-and-jerk. I believe in a slow build, in order to have a better payoff at the end. (Like Sting, I’m Tantric…). I plan to release a new chapter every week. Hopefully the response will be good! Enjoy.

My Niece Mary Jane -Part 3 Sunday afternoon

When we reached the car, Mary Jane was told to unbutton her blouse once more, and take her place in the back seat. My wife suggested that since our bellies were full, and the afternoon so pleasant we should go for a long walk somewhere to allow our body’s system to digest the noontime activities. I trusted my wife was not going to ask me to drive to far, with Mary Jane sitting there in the back seat, her blouse wide open. All I could see in the rear view mirror was pure unadulterated flesh, two beautiful tits, two elongated pink nipples, staring back at me. Mind you it did not help that I had re-adjusted the mirror once I heard my wife tell Mary Jane to undo her blouse, a totally unthinkable thing for a good uncle to do.
My wife was kind however, telling me that the place we had played at so long ago was not too far off, and that we could most likely make it there in twenty to thirty minutes if the traffic allowed. Yes I thought , I remembered that place, very well actually. It had been a very long time since we had been there, we had found the spot when we had first started dating. It was there that my wife lost her virginity as I plowed my young viral cock into her as she lay spread out on a picnic table. It had been a good thing we had found the place in the late afternoon, and even better that by the time we got around to do the thing, not many if any picnickers were around. I had never heard a girl scream so loud; it had scared the living day lights out of me. So much so that I pulled my cock out her, allowing it coated with blood to pop upwards and shoot my stuff all over her belly, right up to her neck, covering most of her lovely heaving breasts.
I had never had a virgin before, and I do not think she had expected things to happen that way, so we were both more than astonished as a result of our antics. Once the hurt dissipated, my wife stopped crying, telling me that she was so sorry for acting that way. She wanted to make sure that she had not turned me off, that I would continue to have feelings for her and not dump her for her short comings. It was that particular afternoon that I decided she had been my girlfriend long enough, and it would be much better if she were my wife and that is exactly what I told her. With her sorrowful babbling she continued on that day offering to do my bidding, to do anything I desired anything I wanted no matter what. She did not want to loose me, she loved me to no end and I would be hers to command if I would stay with her.
Well that day was perhaps the beginning of many good things that came to be. I cleaned up my cock and her cunt , holding her close to me for a long time while we sat there bare naked on that picnic bench. Before we left , we made love three times , well I fucked her three times, each and every time, being better than the time before. Unfortunately we had to remain girlfriend and boyfriend for several years longer as we both attended different colleges. Every opportunity that arose, had us fucking as hard as we could, and several times we had been able to return to that picnic bench, but the years had taken their toll and we found ourselves occupied with other things. With my wife suggesting that we stop at this particular spot, my cock surged in its confines, so much so that I had to rearrange my sitting position and in doing so caught my wife’s eye. I was sure she knew I had rekindled those memories of so long ago.
When we turned off the main road, to run the few miles up the secondary road leading us to the spot, my wife began fidgeting with her own blouse. I watched her in my peripheral vision as she unbuttoned and opened the blouse, undoing her brassiere, she pulled it from her body and set it on the consol of the car in plain site, of both Mary Jane and myself. There was no mistaking it , she was or had been planning some wicked little thing, I could hardly wait to park the car. I started to ease the car into a spot near the pathway, when my wife poked my arm and pointed to a open slot much further away.
Again fond memories flooded my thoughts, back to that night I had reminded my wife of her statement about complying to my desires. It had been after a good evening of love making my wife had reached orgasm several times , she was in a mellow mood. That particular day we had arrived a bit late and found the only parking spot was almost at the entrance of the parking lot, far from the beginning of the winding pathway. I asked, well sort of informed perhaps insisted that my wife walk back to the car with out her clothes to cover her exquisite gleaming body. At first she tried to beg off but in the end, she did me proud and marched back perhaps a bit quicker than I would have liked, but she took things in stride crossing directly over the parking lot and complied with my request. There were only three cars left in the parking lot, so the prospect of getting caught was not that great, but it did provide us with a charge, and we made out once again in the car before leaving that evening.
Once parked, my wife told Mary Jane get out , go to the front of the car, take her Bermuda shorts off and place them on the hood of the car and face the windshield. I watched as Mary Jane complied without hesitation. She was just beautiful standing there her sleeveless blouse hanging open, her little pink panties covering very little , the sun shining down upon her body. My wife got out telling me to sit still then retrieved a small bag from the back seat and moved in behind Mary Jane. I had to catch my breath as I watched my wife go to work. She first placed a blindfold over Mary Jane’s eyes, then she placed some sort of collar around Mary Jane’s neck . Looking around I guess to see if there were any voyeurs or obstinate other people, my wife then stripped the blouse from Mary Jane, exposing her in her naked form. The tale tell signs that all this was having a positive effect, was in evidence as Mary Jane’s nipples were popped right out from her areolas.
My wife seemed in no particular rush, she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, I know I was certainly enjoying the show, I had to adjust my swollen rod down the leg of my pants to lessen the pain of the pressure it had been making against the material of my pants. I continued to watch as my wife pulled Mary Jane’s arms behind her back and tied them as I found out later with some silk rope she had taken for m the little bag of items she had brought. Once fixed firmly, my wife, reached for Mary Jane’s nipples and one at a time fixed a tassel to this elongated body part. Signaling me to follow, I got out of the car and was told to put the shorts and the blouse on the inside front dash board so that they would be very visible to any one passing by. My wife then attached a leash to Mary Jane’s collar and jerked it sharply telling Mary Jane to walk carefully.
While we walked very close to several couples, there was enough foliage to obstruct a direct view of my wife parading her almost naked charge on the winding path to where ever she was leading us. As we were able to hear their conversations, well a mumble jumble of words, nothing clear and sharp , it was certain that they were able to tell that others were walking up the path near by. If any of them had decided to be friendly , move towards the sounds and pop out somewhere they would have been treated to a bizarre scene for sure . Mary Jane knowing her body was exposed, but being unable to see that the others could not really see her was very very uncomfortable as we found out when we arrived at the location my wife had chosen. It was the place at which she had lost her virginity so many years ago.
My wife guided Mary Jane to the end of the picnic table that had been set out for the park visitors and told to stay. She then walked around the little area into which she had directed us, inspecting what mother nature had chosen to let surround the area. I did not know if she was interested in how we were covered or how we , well, Mary Jane was exposed . I did not ask as I was busy wondering just what was planned for Mary Jane. After all this was perhaps the most excluded area of them all, there was a good covering of thicker bushes on the sides and at the back except for the little winding entrance. At what could be called the front there were bushes of a lower height providing a good view out over the side of the mountain, you could even recognize figures seated or standing in some of the other picnic areas, mind you , you could not really tell much about them, but if they were naked I believe it would be discernable. As to them looking back up at us , well if one was standing upright on the picnic table perhaps they might be noticeable, I doubted if any one would be able to tell if you were dressed or not.
My wife having finished her round came back to I thought help Mary Jane get her body up onto the table top, when suddenly my wife cried out calling Mary Jane a wanton bitch, telling her she couldn’t believe what ever she had done my wife called it disgusting , then I heard her telling Mary Jane she was going to pay dearly for her lack of control. With all that said I watched in amazement as Mary Jane was turned around and pushed face forward on to the picnic table top. She was calling out telling my wife that she was sorry, so sorry but could not help it, she did not want to be punished, she would be a good girl, she would do what ever it took to amend the situation, but she did not what to be punished.
My wife grabbed hold of her still bound arms with one hand , pushed her down hard on to the table, crushing those beautiful soft tits of her. Then with her other hand she ripped Mary Jane’s pink panties from her body, baring her perky little bottom . Throwing the material off to the side, my wife began berating Mary Jane telling her that she was going to be spanked and spanked hard for peeing in her panties. Hell I thought all this was because Mary Jane’s excitement had gotten to her and she had cum while she was being led up the winding path not knowing if she had been seen. It never occurred to me that fear had gotten the better of her and she had wet herself. Just that thought caused my cock to harden to push against my slacks creating a huge uncomfortable bulge . I kicked myself for having missed seeing her piss herself, that would have been awesome.
My mind was busy trying to watch my wife , while trying to visualize Mary Jane letting a stream of hot yellow piss flow from her innards, through her panties and down her legs, was causing me difficulties. Finally I decided to concentrate on my wife and what she was putting Mary Jane through at that moment. She was bringing the flat of her hand down hard on Mary Jane’s prime round ass, the sound at the contact of the two body parts was sharp and loud, it was as though it echoed in the little secluded area we were in. Mary Jane cried out each and every time my wife’s hand made contact causing even me to flinch. My curiosity however got the better of me , so I moved closer to the action, where it became evident that my wife was not being gently with her spanks. Mary Jane’s little bottom jiggled each time her hand made contact, you could see the red marks of her hand, her fingers as they were spread over the two bare cheeks.
While I was not really counting the number of slaps that Mary Jane had taken, I lost count at twenty five and my wife was still going at it . I did notice, thinking it was very strange that the sounds Mary Jane was emitting were no longer screams of pain, but rather moans and groans more familiar to me as sounds of sexual intrigue. I could not believe it Mary Jane was now getting off from being spanked out here in the open picnic area she was actually mewing, or grunting. It looked to me like she was moving her own lower body, almost as though she was humping the picnic table. My wife also noticed this change in her behaviour, so she stopped her spanking , pulled Mary Jane off the table to a straight standing position and told her that she had better not cum or she would be sorry.
Leaving Mary Jane, my wife came over to me looking at my problem and commenting to the fact that perhaps something should be done about my seemingly uncomfortable situation. Now I had several ideas of how this could be done and who would be best suited to resolve the problem, but I said nothing , not wanting to upset my wife, if my choice was not quite what she had in mind. I really did not mind who or how my problem was going to be fixed, as long as some one was going to take care of it. After all I had been stimulated to such a point since we had arrived at the restaurant, and had no chance to do any thing about it since then, any solution was welcome as far as I was concerned.
To my delight my wife returned to Mary Jane and untied her arms, I figured that my wife had read my mind especially when she instructed her to go and undress her uncle. As Mary Jane walked I watched the tassels attached to her lovely nipples swing from side to side, it was certainly very erotic, I had not really seen anything like that before, not even my wife had worn tassels to excite me. Mary Jane unbuttoned my shirt, letting her hands travel over my chest, over my now hard erect nipples as she pushed at my shirt. She moved in closer, pressed her tasseled nipples against my chest as she eased the shirt up and off my shoulders. The afternoon still fairly warm, I could feel her cool breath as she blew it across my now naked skin. Once she had placed my shirt on the bench of the picnic table, she squatted down in front of me and attacked the task of undoing and slipping my shoes and socks from my body. It was quite evident she knew she was supposed to put on a show, as she arranged her body so that I could look down, down, past her firm breasts, past the tasseled nipples, down past her cute little belly button, down between her legs providing me with just the slightest glimpse of the beginning of her lovely crack.
Everything appeared to be building to a crescendo, I know I was having a difficult time controlling my own hormones, my cock was about to burst, not only on the scene out in the open, but burst it’s seed as well. Mary Jane perhaps knowing this all too well, moved herself around behind me , then reached around front and began undoing my belt and unzipping my slacks. Carefully, slowly, sexually she slipped the material of my slacks over my hips, past my rump and down my legs. Prodding me to lift one leg at a time Mary Jane left me standing there in my under-shorts ,my cock tenting the material straight out from my body as though it was going to punch through at any moment . The pressure on the head of my cock to say the least was irritating.
Just as Mary Jane was going to complete my wish, and pull my under-shorts down , releasing my tool, my wife stopped her. She was, to my great disappointment , told to come and undress her mistress. Need I relate how much pain I felt, standing there ready to explode at the slightest touch, watching Mary Jane sensuously . carefully, lovingly and slowly strip my wife as bare as she was. There were two lovely naked girls standing not five feet from me, making out none the less, kissing passionately, hugging, feeling grasping at one another. Their love making sounds finally got me to cry out asking about my relief. My wife called a halt to things , brought Mary Jane over to me , immediately she began to relate to me how after Mary Jane had watched us out on the porch, she had asked to be taught how to suck a man’s cock properly. My wife went on to tell me that while Mary Jane had participated in a bit of oral sex with several of her boyfriends, she had not felt she had gotten a good sense of how it should be done.
My wife said that now was the time she was going to show Mary Jane just how it should be done. With that said, she told Mary Jane to get down on her knees in front of me while she took a position behind me. My wife whispered in my ear telling me I was to be passive in my actions, to let my arms drop to my sides and she would take care of the rest, indicating that I would best do as she said if I wanted to reap all the benefits. Hey what was I going to do, I wanted to get off, sucked off, fucked off, or masturbated, I did not care at that point , I wanted to shoot my stuff anywhere, my ball sac was as tight as it had every been, my cock pulsating like never before.
My wife then instructed Mary Jane to slip her fingers in the elastic of my shorts , and ease them, not tug them downward . As a precaution so that the head of my cock would not get caught up in the material, Mary Jane was to bring her hands around and flatten them against the side of my cock with her thumbs held upwards, then she was to move the elastic with her thumbs, allowing the palms of her hand to rub along the shaft of my cock, until it allowed the head of my cock to become uncovered. Once Mary Jane placed the palms of her hands on my cock I thought I was going to loose it, but at that exact moment my wife reached around and pinched both my nipples , creating such a sharp pain that I forgot all about my cock for a moment.
When Mary Jane had the material of the shorts over my cock it became very loose and was easily let down my legs and off my feet. Now there we were, three bare naked people standing out in this public area, the heat of the sun’s rays still engulfing us in a solid warmth. I wanted to poke forward and set my cock into Mary Jane’s mouth, but any movement I attempted was halted immediately by my wife , telling me to be patient.
Then the lesson began, my wife instructing , not quite showing, Mary Jane on how to proceed . It was perhaps a big more exciting this way , because I could hear exactly what was going to be done , then I was able to feel it being done. Mary Jane had a beautiful long slender tongue. She was first told too hold my cock firmly , but delicately, and extend her tongue to the little piss hole in front. To ease the tip of her tongue in that opening and flick it . Then she was told to lick the bulging pick head, like a popsicle, to lick all around, concentrating on the underside. Following this she took the head into her mouth clamping her lips around it and rubbing them back and forth over the soft stretched skin.
Man did I want to push forward when the head passed her lips, I wanted to push right in through to the back of her head . I was more than ready to blow, but each time I forgot my place and started to move on my own , my nipples were pinched by my wife. Mary Jane proceeded to lick my whole cock, to reach out and take my ball sac, inserting one ball and a time in her mouth and wiggling it around . She played special attention to the underside of my cock, to the manly hairs of my pubic area , stroking her little fingers gently through them . My wife then had her take my cock into her mouth, a bit at a time, each time easing her mouth further along it’s length. Now I am not equipped like some of you readers, but I am equipped with a nice clean cut rod, perhaps six or six and a half inches long,. A working piece that can be engulfed without too much difficulty, but the first time requires a bit of practice. This of course was what Mary Jane was getting, practice, and she was doing very well I must say, she had me very close to cutting loose several times, and I most likely would have, had my wife not circumvented the feeling with her pinching my nipples.
How long did this practice run on , I cannot remember, but it was certainly an enjoyable time that was spent. As Mary Jane appeared to get the hang of things, I watched my wife reach around and place her hands on Mary Jane’s head I had seen her do this before , she was using me again as a phallus. She bumped and ground her cunt into my back side as she pulled Mary Jane’s head along my cock with an increased tempo, just like any man would do had he been given the opportunity, My wife was busy fucking Mary Jane’s mouth with my cock oblivious to my needs or pleasure. It was her and Mary Jane completely enveloped in their own little program, both of them grunting and groaning, rocking to their own rhythm. Suddenly I heard my wife call out telling Mary Jane to stick a finger up my ass and push it in as far as she could. Well that did it . gobs and gobs of my seed shot out of my rod and down into Mary Jane’s throat, filling her mouth full . A release that I had being waiting for quite a while, a release that I had needed now for some time, a release like no other I had had in a long time. It was my turn to shake, rattle and roll, and I did, my wife allowing me all the freedom to hang on to Mary Jane’s beautiful head of locks and pump the seed from my body.
Once I stopped shaking Mary Jane was told to keep my cock in her mouth , to continue sucking, and massaging it with her tongue, until it shrunk to a size where it would simply slip from her mouth. That accomplished she was told to bathe it with her tongue making certain that no residue what so every remained . I do not know to this day if my wife realized the situation she was placing Mary Jane in when she instructed her to complete this task. Having Mary Jane continue to work my cock, her delicate fingers moving it up, down all around, licking at it with her wonderful tongue, caused an enormous pressure to build with in my bladder. I began to speak, I wanted to say something, to warn of a potential problem, but my wife told me to be quiet, to allow Mary Jane the privilege of learning the lessons she need to know. I began to wonder if indeed my wife knew what I was talking about , so I began once again to protest, I even tried to move Mary Jane out of the way. When my wife saw that, she punched my arm telling me to behave myself and let the natural flow of things work themselves out. Mary Jane was surprised when my cock swelled in her hands, growing to the length that she had first taken in her mouth . As she began to back off a bit my wife told her to sit on the ground in front of me, spread her legs wide and lean back supporting her body with her arms.
No sooner than Mary Jane had placed her two hands on the ground to support her upper body, and looked back up at me, I let loose with a stream of hot golden piss. Mary Jane certainly did not know what had hit her, she opened her mouth to scream I would imagine and got it filled with my piss. I covered her body soaking her tassels, hitting her breasts, her belly, her cunt which was spread wide. Mary Jane froze like a deer caught in the head light of a car coming head on not able to move out of the way of the deluge.

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Hell House-Chapter 3

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Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris part 3

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Bar Snack

When I was 35, I lived right on Venice Beach in Los Angeles, overlooking Muscle Beach and the White Men Can’t Jump basketball courts. My neighborhood was a frequent location for movies, and for television shows like Baywatch. Despite the frenetic and bizarre activity going on all along the tourist-filled boardwalk, depression and social withdrawal had made me very reclusive. When the money ran low and I had to get out of my cave to find a job, I found one at a small bar in a hotel just a few blocks away in Marina del Rey, the legendary singles locale in LA ever since it was created from wetlands a generation earlier. The “World’s Largest Man-made Yacht Marina” boasted 10,000 boats, thousands of inexpensively-made but expensively-priced apartments, dozens of restaurants and countless bars that all served as meeting places for horny singles, and more than a few horny marrieds.
Bartending might seem an unlikely occupation for a reclusive, withdrawn depression-sufferer. But the clarity of the roles made it easier for me: I pour/you drink, I flirt/you tip. The difficult interactions with complete strangers were made easier by the presence of the long mahogany barrier that existed between me and the customers. The customers came and went at fairly predictable intervals, none lingering too long, and I could keep up with the best of them in repartee, banter and travel experience. And a big factor in choosing a singles bar in which to work was that I was horny, very horny. It had been months since anything but my own hands and a favorite toy had touched me anywhere interesting. My mouth was so hungry for cock or pussy that I started salivating every time I thought about what I would desperately like it to be doing later.
On this Friday night the hotel in which the bar was located was filled with a small convention of retail store managers, and many of them drifted in before or after dinner with their colleagues. Now all that remained were a half dozen “locals” who were trying to figure out the new bartender—a fairly attractive blonde in a red faux-leather mini-skirt and a long-sleeved white blouse that was so sheer that her prominent nipples poked through with nearly every move I made. What was not obvious was that I was wearing nothing at all under the miniskirt, something that one would only discover by groping me inappropriately—and I was hoping desperately to be groped inappropriately.
One of the locals, a cute, little dirty-blonde named Debbie, was perplexed. She proudly announced that she had blown every bartender who’d ever worked at the bar—right there behind the bar. Her companion for the evening, a charming but hard-drinking pilot named Al, who made one want to avoid his airline, was egging her on, saying she had to do it. And I was offering neither resistance nor encouragement to help her dilemma, an expressionless half-smile that added to her confusion. Four other locals were weighing in on the topic: out of work actor Tony, who seemed to be attached to the lovely, young, redheaded sometime-hooker Katie; and boat builder Darren, who was hovering around the buxom, brunette Sandy, who seemed to be the most reserved of the group.
I was pretty sure that I would have sex with any one of them—hell, maybe with all of them at once—if they’d approached me in the right way, but I was less than a week into the new job and didn’t want to jeopardize it by hooking up with anyone too obviously or too soon. I was horny, but I was also trying to be a little bit practical.
I was at the other end of the bar, near the wide entrance from the hotel lobby, when my attention was first diverted, then riveted, by the sight of a tall brunette walking toward the bar, backlit so that the only view was of long legs, and long, dark hair gone slightly wild. The woman stopped at the entrance and turned around as though looking for companions in the lobby. My jaw dropped and I stopped working as I saw that the woman was not only tall and slim, but also wore exceptionally tight designer jeans wrapped snugly around a magnificently shaped ass that made the curve from thighs to hip to waist a downright erotic experience.My God, she just has to come in here. What can I do?
“Um, excuse me, Miss, can I help you?” I called to her. She turned toward the bar again and suddenly materialized in front of me. I have no memory of how she got there. All I knew was that I was facing a beautiful, wild, green-eyed sexual animal who was making me warm and wet and nervous and excited. As usual, the most obvious reactions came from my now-extremely-erect nipples, whose full shape could be seen through the translucent material of my blouse. I had to say something. What?
“Hi, I’m Gay,” I said as I held out my right hand. She took it, shook it and held it gently for a moment too long, sending electric charges up my arm and into all the parts of me that were already racing in fifth gear.
“You’re gay?” she asked as she cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
That I was bisexual was not in doubt, but it was always a spur of the moment thing usually fueled by a few too many drinks and a proposition I couldn’t refuse. I didn’t have enough confidence in my gaydar to ever initiate an encounter, just to make myself very, very available. I wanted to scream, I’m queer as a three-dollar bill and I want to you to fuck me right here, right now! Instead, I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and said with what I hoped was a warm, inviting smile:
“My name is Gay, and you are?”
“Sonia. I’m Sonia.” She drew out the first syllable and her pursed lips looked invitingly kissable.
“Well, Sonia-with-a-long-sexy-O, what can I get you?” I wanted to tell her that I was the best thing on the menu, that she could get a to-go order.
“Coke would be nice.”
“I don’t think that’s been on the menu here since the ‘80s,” I replied, hoping I could coax a smile from that beautiful, intense face.
“Coca-Cola will be fine,” she said, smiling broadly with the mouth I wanted to kiss me, her green eyes twinkling with delight.
“Nothing stronger?” I wanted her drunk so that maybe she would think me worthy of her obvious sexual energy.
“No, afraid not. That’s off-limits for me.”
“Good that you know that. The only difficult part of this job is dealing with people who shouldn’t be drinking. It makes me sad.” I drew her Coke into the finest tall crystal glass I could find, added a splash of Rose’s Lime Juice and garnished it with a section of lime. I wanted to dip a nipple into it, offer her a taste and ask her if I could pour—pour it all over me!
“That’s on the house.” And so am I!
“You treat all the hotel guests that way?” Oh my God she is staying here! I want desperately to be her midnight snack, her room service, her breakfast in bed.
“Only the special ones, and Sonia, you are one of the very special ones.” Oh shit, I hope I didn’t overdo it. I wish the hell I knew what I was doing. I’m a nervous wreck. I’ve got to do something. We’ve been staring into one another’s eyes for the seconds, minutes, hours or however long it had been since she sat down at my bar.
“I think I’ll put on some CDs and maybe those folks’ll start dancing, and maybe even leave.” I nodded toward the half-dozen people closely huddled at the other end of the bar.
The music came up and, sure enough, the three couples at the other end of the bar ambled out onto the dance floor.
“So, do those sell a lot of drinks?” What the hell was she saying? Oh, I see, she’s staring at my nipples. Oh god, they give me away very time. Maybe that’s good. Oh shit, maybe it isn’t.
“I don’t know about selling drinks, but they seem to attract tips pretty well.” I wanted to raise my hand high and jump up and down like a school kid with the answer, to yell, Choose me, choose me!
“Are they always that long?” Oh God, she’s talking about my nipples, my best feature, my best friends!
“Um, well, they’re always kinda poky, but they’re appear to have some extra incentive just now.” She smiled again! A beautiful smile that lit up her face and mischievous green eyes, a face framed by that long brown hair. A few strands, wildly out of place, ran across her forehead and down her smooth cheeks before settling into a contrast with the denim off-white shirt that was unbuttoned halfway down her chest. Because the fabric was so thick, very little showed, but it was obvious that her breasts were large and low slung—which meant they were real—I love real boobs!
“Can I see them?” She wants to see them! See them? Hell, she can suck on them until sunrise! But I can’t just take off my blouse with other customers here, even if they are sexually liberated. What to do?
“Why don’t we dance?” My suggestion took me by surprise, and her, too, but she broke into a grin and stood. I came out from behind the bar undoing buttons and when we met to figure out who would lead, I pulled my blouse open and fell against her chest. Until this point I didn’t know she was wearing cowboy boots—hell, I didn’t even know she had feet; she just moved from the entrance to my bar as an apparition, an animal on the prowl. Oh, I hope so much she’s an animal on the prowl for me. With me in cute little sport-shoe sandals, she was at least four inches taller and her large, low slung breasts met my little nipple holders as we embraced.
“Now, open your blouse, too.” My voice was noticeably husky even to me as I stared into her eyes and dared her to reciprocate.
“In public, right here? They’re a little floppy, ya know. If you spin me, someone could get hurt.” I laughed and our eyes met again and I did it, I actually did it. I started to unbutton her blouse as we swayed to the sweet, soft music, hardly dancing, just bringing our bodies together.
“Well, if they look like they’re getting out of control, I’ll just have to grab ‘em.” She laughed at that, tossing her head back, her wild brown hair flying. She’s playing with me; oh my God, I want her to play with me in so many ways.
When I had her shirt unbuttoned, I pulled it open and held her close, and we both looked down to check one another out. My little 34Bs with the pencil-eraser nipples, her large 34Cs with big, smooth areolas that I wanted to touch and kiss and lick, succulent little buttons at the center of each that made my mouth water.
I have no idea whatsoever how long we clung to one another, but I do know that our hands explored as much as they could reach while we embraced breast to breast, our open blouses keeping our nakedness at least somewhat private between us. I do know that she wore no panties at all and I know she now knew that I wore none under my mini skirt. The music ended and we each buttoned one strategic button mid-torso and returned to our places—me behind the bar, she in her seat in front of me. I buttoned a few more buttons and went to the other end of the bar to refresh the drink of the half-dozen remaining customers.
When I returned to Sonia, she asked:
“Got any bar snacks?”
“Oh, sure, Sonia. Sorry.” Filling a clean bowl with the dry, salty snacks, I put it in front of her. I loved saying her name, a name I now associated with wild animal sexuality.
“I was thinking something less dry, maybe even wet.” She arched an eyebrow impishly. I blushed. I flushed. I gushed. I was completely kerfluffled.
“Hop up on the bar and sit facing me,” she said, not asking but not exactly commanding either, just stating the obvious. Oh my god, she wants me! Without giving it a second thought, I jumped up on the bar and slid forward, my legs dangling over her side of the bar. I spread my legs and presented her with a full view of a naked dripping-wet pink pussy. I was so glad I had shaved before coming to work. I braced myself with one hand on the bar, and used the other to play with her long, wild, brown hair, to touch her neck, her cheek, her chin, her lips. She moved slowly, tantalizingly forward, planting random kisses on either of my inner thighs. She was an inch from my wet sex and I knew that at any moment her tongue would find my slit.
Instead she moved her head up my body and boldly suckled on my erect nipples, sending jolts of electricity to my already wet pussy. How could she possibly know that my nipples are my best features, my best friends; that they are so sensitive that I can sometimes come when they are licked and sucked? She licked and sucked and nibbled my sensitive buds to a rosy redness, and finally I managed to huskily whisper:
“I’ll give you a half-hour to cut that out.”
She had another idea, and it wasn’t a bad one at all. Her mouth dove back down toward my dripping pussy and hovered in front of it as though waiting a tantalizing moment before attacking.
But she teased me again, using a hand to move lightly just across the tips of my inflamed outer lips and using her breath to stimulate my hypersensitive sex. I bucked up against her, but she eluded my thrusts, until finally she touched me with her tongue, lightly, just tickling me. Fingers found my lips and gently began to pry them apart, then her tongue began to lap up the juices I was secreting as she swirled her tongue all around my clit, time after time. I was on fire. I was wet; no, I was literally dripping wet, sitting in a pool of my own juices. With those first few touches I was already near orgasm, so excited was I by this woman who had so completely overwhelmed me. I was completely, but delightfully, out of control.
“Fuck me, Sonia,” I pleaded, unnecessarily, for she had just thrust two fingers into me and was further energizing me by moving them in and out rhythmically. Her thumb circled the o-ring of my anus teasingly and her tongue eagerly lapped up every bit of juice I produced. She traced lines on either side of my swollen clit, daring it to grow more, to emerge from its hooded hiding place. She sucked on my pussy lips and pulled them apart.
My free hand found one of my nipples, and twisted it and pulled it and pinched it to the limits of its tolerance. Miraculously, Sonia used her free hand to treat the other nipple identically. How could she know so much about my body? In one sense there was a mind-boggling jumble of activity all aimed at producing a giant orgasm that I could already feel beginning in my extremities and moving toward my center. In another sense I could feel every single thing that was happening to me, and I wanted to scream…or laugh…or cry…or erupt in the most amazing orgasm of my life.
Sensing how close I was, Sonia accelerated her manual fucking, and thrust her face against my sex; her face must be covered with my juice. At last her tongue made direct contact with my clit and my climax burst forth from deep within, convulsion after convulsion completely absorbing my every nerve ending. I put a hand in my mouth and bit it to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. My body had turned dark pink in one giant blush, or flush. And my sex creamed Sonia’s face with a gushing of my love juices. The waves continued and she seemed determined that her tongue feel every undulation. Thoroughly sated at last, I fell back onto the top of the bar.
As I began to regain my bearings and opened one eye to try to recall where I was, Sonia grabbed my face and pulled me back up to her. We exchanged a long, slow, wet kiss. When I tasted myself on her mouth, I expanded my licks and kisses to the rest of her come-covered face. At last, fully realizing where I was, I looked around, and the six patrons of the bar broke into applause. And I broke into an even darker blush.
“Oh, shit,” was my eloquent response. Then, I thought, the hell with them and I looked into Sonia’s eyes and said, “Thank you, Sonia. Thank you so much.” And gave her a tongue kiss that pleaded for more.
“Thank you, Gay, for the nice bar snack,” Sonia replied. “You’re so sweet I could just eat you up.”
“I think you just did,” I smiled.
The first of the spectators to speak was Debbie. “I’m glad I didn’t try it. I never, ever could have done that as well as Sonia did.” She looked a little disappointed, so I winked at her to let her know that I might let her try.
“Oh my God, it must be closing time,” I said as reality began to intrude on my reverie.
“Well past,” Debbie told me. “We’ve closed up the bar; you just need to drop your money. We’ve done this before for bartenders whose minds—and, um, other things—were elsewhere.”
I turned to Sonia with a boldness I rarely felt and said, “I’m hungry.”
“For what?” she asked coyly, batting her long eyelashes.
“For you! Your place or mine?”
“My place is right around the corner—103.”
I grabbed the money in the till, put it in a bag and dropped it into the safe without counting it. I came around the bar, grabbed Sonia by the hand and we strode out of the bar, destination very clear in both our minds. Within a half-dozen steps, we’d released hands and each fondled the other’s closest butt cheek as we continued our short walk to what we knew would be even greater sexual adventures.
Even through my lust-stoked sexual haze, I realized that I was going to love this bartending gig.
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