It was a beautiful day, so when we got to the restaurant the hostess started to seat us outside, on the patio. Lex insisted she’d rather sit inside though; she pointed to one of the darker booths in the back.
“It looks so cozy back there,” she said.
It did. The inside looked like an old British pub; all dark wood and dim lighting. The walls were lined with benches that had tables and stools across from them. In the very back was a section of six booths, with tall walls and plush seats. No one was sitting in any of them, as everyone was eating outside.
“Sure, just head on back. The bartender will serve you today. He’ll be back in a minute.” She took my hand again as we walked back. She sat with her back to the bar and I was facing it. Not that either of us could really see it over the walls dividing the booths.
The bartender made his way back to us quickly. He was attractive, but older, maybe in his late thirties. His hair was receding, but it was thick and didn’t show any signs of gray. He had his sleeves rolled up displaying forearms full of tattoos.
He walked us through the specials, and advised us on some drinks. Lex asked a lot of questions about the menu but I don’t think she really cared about the answers. She just wanted to keep his attention for a while. He seemed like he could tell, but didn’t mind.
After throwing herself at him for several minutes, she decided to place her order and release him. She stuck her head out of the booth and watched as he walked back to the bar.
“I wouldn’t mind taking him home with us,” she said when she finished ogling him.
“He’s got to be 35, that’s over a decade older than you.” The idea of hooking up with someone that much older than me seemed strange and unappealing to me. Lex didn’t seem to mind it at all. She looked backed to the bar before she answered.
“Nope, doesn’t matter.”
“If you say so.” Between the two of us, she was the undisputed sex expert. I guess I would have to defer to her opinions.
“So what are you looking for today?” The question startled me. I immediately panicked. My mind jumped beyond the question she had asked. I thought of what type of relationship she and I were having. Would she be offended if I was just in it for sex? Was she interested in more? Were we on a date? I had no idea where we stood or how to answer; full-blown panic.
“I…um…we…” I had to come up with something better than that. I answered quickly, and without thinking it through too well. “I mean, this isn’t serious, you said so, it's just casual, fooling around. I mean this isn’t, like…a date. It's just…”
She cut me off before I could embarrass myself further. “Honey, stop. You can relax, this isn’t a date. I mean, we’re having sex by the end of it. That’s a given, but that’s not what I was asking. At the sex shop, where we’re going after lunch, what are you looking for today?”
Context made all the difference. I wanted to die, I was so embarrassed. I cannot describe how many shades of red I flushed through or how low I sunk in my seat. If I could have run from the restaurant, I would have. She laughed.
“Come on, relax. It’s okay; kind of sweet actually. You were worried you were gonna hurt my feelings. We’re not dating. We’re not going to date. We’re friends, we’re roommates, and sometimes we’re going to eat each other out.” We were? I hadn’t thought about how far we would go. “But its just that. We can date other people, we can have one night stands, but at the end of the night, we can be there for each other. Thanks though; you’re sweet. You looked like you would have gone on a date if I said I wanted to.”
“Don’t answer that.” What a relief. “Anyway, what gave you that idea? Weren’t we just talking about fucking the bartender?” she said as he approached the table with our food. He paused for a minute; I knew he heard her. She just smiled at him, not saying a word.
She barely contained her laughter while he was there. The second he turned to leave the smile on her face turned to giggles, which grew to full blown laughter as her got further away.
“So…? What are you looking for? Do you want a dildo? A bullet, like mine? Shit, I really should have loaned you a couple of mine. Let you figure out what you liked. Maybe you want something sexy to wear? And keep in mind, I’m endorsing that last idea, I may even pick something out for you.”
“I don’t know; I hadn’t really thought about it.”
“I think you should look for a dildo. You already have a vibrator, and if you ever need a bullet you can just ask and I’ll loan you mine; but a dildo, that’s something more personal. You’re picking out a cock. I would let you borrow mine, from time to time, but a girl can get possessive about her cock.”
I was glad she was doing most of the talking. I was still regrouping before trying to jump back into the conversation.
“What do you like in a guy? And don’t give me some sappy, I like his personality crap.” She rephrased it. “What do you like in a dick?”
“I guess size is a good start. I don’t want anything too big, average is more than enough.”
“No, not average. You have to set the bar higher than that. It doesn’t have to be huge, but you should get something that would make an average man insecure if he saw it.”
“Okay, so a little larger than average; just a little.” I felt I should emphasize that. I had seen some of the ones she had in her box. I didn’t want to go home with a dick I couldn’t even use.
“Smooth or ridged?”
“Smooth or ridged? It’s a simple choice. Do you want something smooth that’ll slide right in? It’s not a bad choice, but they’ve got some great stuff out there: ridges, pleasure bumps, electric ones with little balls inside them that spin around.”
“Those sound complicated, let’s keep it simple.”
“Okay, but as your friend, I should advise you to at least get something with a veiny look to it. You’ve got a simple, smooth vibrator at home. Get something with some texture, something you can feel every inch of as it slides in. Color’s important too, what do you like?”
“Color? It doesn’t really matter.”
“Oh, but it does! Color can set the mood for the whole experience.” She could tell I was confused. “You could get a cute little pink one that makes you feel girly. There’s all different flesh tones, if you want something to remind you of that one guy that got away. Or you maybe a shade you’ve never had, to complete the fantasy of your ideal man. When I want to feel like a real slut, I’ve got a jet black one. Not a dark brown flesh tone, jet black, and shiny. It’s so wide I can barely fit it in, but like I said, that’s for when I want to feel really slutty.”
“I think I saw that one the other day. It was intimidating; nothing like that. Maybe I’ll go with something pink, purple would be okay.” She was putting a lot of thought into this. I felt a little overwhelmed, but I figured when I saw them in person it would be easier to decide. “You said something about sexy things to wear?”
“Oh yeah, they’ll have some of the tackiest lingerie. I shouldn’t even call it that, they’re like ‘Fuck-me underwear’. Not the cute black lacey things you wear on a date with your boyfriend; I mean crotch-less panties with rhinestones. Really tacky stuff; the more I think about it, I need to see you in something like that. I’m buying you something slutty today, and I’m picking it out. You don’t get a say in it.”
My imagination lit up when she said that. It was like when she whistled at me. No one had ever treated me like that before. I’d never been given lingerie by someone. Sure it was kind of like being treated like a sex object, but it was exciting. I had never felt like a sex object before, and I intended to enjoy it.
We had finished eating, and the bartender came to take our plates. He left the check and we both started digging into our purses to find our cash. I could see Lex out of the corner of my eye. It looked like she was squirming back and forth in her seat. I was about to ask her what was wrong, but then she stopped.
“I’ll be in the bathroom,” she said. She put a twenty on the table and stood up. I pulled out my wallet and picked up the check. She reached into my purse quickly and brushed past me, closer than she needed to be.
“Hey!” I called behind her. She turned and looked at me and just grinned. I reached into my purse to see what she had done. I felt something right on top; and it was damp. At first I though she had stolen a napkin. I didn’t understand why, but I didn’t understand a lot of what she did.
I pulled it out and quickly shoved it back in. I peeked around the booth to see if the bartender was looking my way. He wasn’t, so I pulled it back out. She had stuffed her panties into my purse. She must’ve been taking them off when I saw her squirming. I could smell her on them strongly and the crotch had gotten pretty wet. All that talk about rubber cocks must have wound her up.
I thought, ‘Two can play this game’, so I reached over and hung them from the straw in her drink. I couldn’t believe I had done something so bold. I looked back to see if she was coming back yet. No sign of her. I turned back around in my booth and saw the bartender coming towards me. He was just steps away.
Caught completely off guard, I fumbled for the check to give it to him before he saw. It didn’t matter. He took the check from me, tucked it in his back pocket and reached to take our drinks. We both froze.
“It looks like you two aren’t quite finished yet.” He smiled at me. He seemed a little embarrassed too; he knew he had interrupted something personal. “I’ll just get your change.” As soon as he left I thought about taking her panties down, but he had already seen them, the damage was done.
He came back quickly, set the change on the table and left. I counted out a generous tip for his politeness and shoved the rest back in my purse.
I sat and waited, and waited, and waited. It felt like forever, though it was really only a few minutes. I was starting to wonder what was taking her so long and then everything fell into place. She was horny, she left her panties here, she was gone for a while; was she masturbating in there?
That seemed kind of bold, but she had had sex in the parking lot, this wasn’t much different. It may actually be a little more private. No one could she was she was doing in the bathroom. I looked around, starting to get self conscious about how long I’d been sitting here alone.
My phone went off. I pulled it out of my purse and opened the text message. “What are you waiting for?” It was from Lex. I thought about it for a minute, craned my neck to look out the window for my car. Was she waiting outside? No. Did she expect me to follow her to the bathroom?
That was the last puzzle piece. I couldn’t believe I’d missed it. The panties were an invitation. She wanted to have sex with me, in the bathroom. I was instantly terrified and excited. I could feel my pussy start to dampen. I looked around, picked up my purse and moved toward the bathroom.
I wasn’t really sure what to expect when I walked in. Would she be hiding naked in a stall? Waiting naked just inside the door? I was wrong; she was leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. She looked a little annoyed, but when I opened the door she began to smile.
“Subtlety is really lost on you, isn’t it?” she greeted me.
I opened my mouth to explain and she seized her opportunity. Lunging forward she kissed me. Not a little peck on the lips or cheek; a deep, probing kiss. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth as though it was going to wrestle mine into submission. She pulled away just as quick, biting my lip and pulling it a little as she did.
She kept her eyes locked into mine. I gasped, I moaned and I may have even started to whimper for a second. I didn’t have time to finish. She pushed me up against the door as it closed and forced her way into my mouth again. I didn’t resist. I placed my hands on the back of her hips and pressed my tongue against hers.
She held my head, her fingers working their way into my hair. Every few seconds she would break away from the kiss to come up for air, then force herself back in. It was easily the most passionate kiss I’d ever had.
Then she stopped. She leaned toward me and let our foreheads rest against each other’s.
“Don’t move,” she whispered it through gritted teeth. Her fingers were trailing down my body now. I could feel them settle around my tits. I felt weak and could feel the humidity start to build between my legs. I went from damp, to sticky, to dripping in seconds.
I reached my hand toward the front of my skirt to rub my pussy. Slap! She smacked it away. She gripped my wrist and pressed it against the door.
“Go ahead,” she whispered, “try the other one.”
Slap! She held my other wrist now. Nectar was running down my legs now. My legs started to shake; I couldn’t control myself. I rubbed my thighs together to try and sooth my aching pussy. She just stared back into my eyes.
Then she started slide down. Slowly her head moved to my tits. She ran her tongue up and down my cleavage; I could feel her breath fill my shirt. Then she moved down further, stopping at my belly button.
Her tongue danced between my buttons and circled my navel. I was breathing heavy now. I couldn’t stop squirming and my panties were soaked. I may have to take them off after this; I couldn’t just walk around with them drenched in pussy juice.
She moved down again.
“Lex,” I breathed, “wait…”
She didn’t stop moving down; she just looked up at me. She kept our eyes locked as she settled just below the hem of my skirt.
“Why do you think I wanted you in a skirt today?” she asked.
She leaned her face between my legs and licked. Starting just above my right knee and moving up. Every few inches she would switch to the other leg and make sure to get the same spot.
The same hot breath I had felt on my tits a minute ago was starting to fill my skirt. The tension was getting unbearable. I needed her to move to my pussy, now.
“Please,” I pleaded with her.
“No,” was the response I got.
I didn’t understand. She had started this. Why would she stop so close? I could feel that she wasn’t moving any farther up though. She licked; one side, then the other.
“I don’t want you to come,” she explained from under my skirt, “yet.” Then her tongue darted up further than before. Her mouth followed right behind it. She closed her lips on one side of my pussy and suckled for a second.
This was it. I could feel my orgasm start to build. Just another minute would be all I needed. Her mouth jumped to the other side of my pussy and suckled again. I gasped, I struggled against her grip. I wanted to scream.
Then her mouth was gone; her head retreating from my skirt. Her grip relaxed and let my wrists go. She stood up and stared me in the eyes again.
My head spun. I didn’t understand. I was so close, why would she stop? I felt cheated; all the tension had built but no payoff. I needed to cum now. Every thought I had was sexual. I thought about her pussy, her lips, and her tongue. I imagined the bartender standing naked behind the bar. His hard cock in his hand, it was huge. All of it at once, I needed it now.
“I wanted to make sure you were in the right frame of mind,” she explained, “to pick out your dick.” She leaned in and kissed me, on the cheek this time, and whispered in my ear. “I want you to be desperate to be fucked.”
She pulled the door open and I stumbled forward a few steps. She took me by the hand and we walked through the restaurant and toward the car. I sat in the driver’s seat for a minute and let my head stop spinning before I cranked the car.
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