appears on her heart-shaped face as she tucks a stray strand of long dark hair behind her ear, smoothing her hand back to try and slip the end into her ponytail.
I ease a hand out to cup Carla’s bottom. Taking advantage of the wetness stirred up before, I slick up my fingers and resume attention to her tight, little rosebud. I slip a finger in deep and she leans into me, silently craving more.
“Strip for us, Lisa.” Carla says, releasing the young woman’s hand. She rests her head back against my shoulder and I reach around with my free hand to caress and entice her exposed breast. “This is Johnny,” she adds, by way of introduction.
I nod to the waitress and make eye contact with her briefly before she pulls the tight, black t-shirt with the bar’s logo over her head. She stands before us in a white push-up bra, the contrast striking against her deeply tanned, olive-toned skin.
“Hi, Johnny.” She hooks her thumbs in the waistband of her denim skirt and skims it over her hips to fall at her feet. “Have you done this before?” She asks as she straightens to reveal skimpy white panties.
My cock lurches in Carla’s grip. God, this is so freakin’ hot. If I don’t calm down I’ll shoot before I get inside one of them. And that would be so un-cool. I don’t want to think about it. I pull back a bit with my hips, away from the older woman’s expert hand on my shaft, trying to remember last night’s ball game to distract myself.
“No,” I say, hoping I sound aloof and worldlier than I am, “but I’m a fast learner.” And with that I lower my mouth to nibble on the neck of the curvy blond, who’s shoving her ass deeper onto my thick forefinger.
“Oooh, Johnny. It feels good,” Carla says. “But your cock is thick. I don’t think I could take you in my ass without some prep.”
Lisa moves deeper into the room, taking a seat on the wooden ladder-back chair in front of Carla’s desk, to get a better view of her boss stroking my prick. “Do you mean like a toy?” Lisa asks as she leans back, scoots her ass to the edge, and starts to rub the front of her panties.
I pinch the bar owner’s nipple to bring her focus back to Lisa and her question. She takes a sharp breath before pushing away from me to remove her shirt. “Toys?” Carla tosses the garment in the direction of the couch. “Yes, we did have a bunch of giveaways leftover after Valentine’s, right?”
Lisa now has an un-obstructed view of me hanging out of my button-fly’s, the jeans sliding down my hips and my orange t-shirt riding up my stomach a bit. “Damn, you’re fine,” she says while teasing herself. “Are you the singer for tonight?”
I nod, unable to take my eyes from the sight of this glorious young woman touching herself over her underwear. Carla headed to the back of the room, to an old filing cabinet, and now rummages inside its contents. “Oh, this will come in handy,” she says while tossing a sample-size container of lube to me.
Her aim is good and I’m able to snag it out of the air one-handed. “Anything else in there that might come in handy?” I ask with a hope burning in my heart. She was right; her ass is way too tight for me to enter without warming her up right.
“How about this?” She turns with a glass butt-plug in her hand. “I never gave this away because we only got one and it was so pretty.” The swirl of colors within the clear item makes it look more like a piece of art than a sex toy.
“Oh... it’s gorgeous,” Lisa says, rising from her seat and moving for a closer look. “But I’ve never seen a short dildo with a flat end like that before.”
“It’s not a dildo, it’s a butt plug.” I answer. Her head whips back to me, hand frozen in mid-air as she was about to touch it. Color creeps into her cheeks, reminding us all of her level of experience.
“Oh.” The waitress’ shoulders tighten a bit and she appears self-conscious.
Carla lets out a sharp laugh, “Don’t worry. It’s not for you, darling.” The bar owner grins at me while sauntering back to my place by the desk. She hands me the glass plug with a saucy wink, “You think you can work this