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“Here you go hun,” the waitress said with a wink as she returned to my table.
I could feel my cheeks burning as I tried to keep my eyes fixed on her face. That was proving to be a bit tricky. There was the way she “accidentally” brushed against my arm when she set my drink down. Oh yes and the fact that she was completely topless.
It would be disingenuous to say they were the best tits I’ve ever seen. They were the only tits I’d ever seen. I couldn’t tell you her cup size or anything like that, but “bigger than average” would be a good start.
She didn’t leave. Had I forgotten to pay? I had been distracted when I placed the order, pretending to read the board above her head to avoid the temptation to just take a quick peek.
She leaned forward slowly. From the corner of my eye I saw them swing gently as gravity did what it does. “You are allowed to look,” she whispered. “I don’t work here to not be looked at.”
I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead. My brain was too addled to cope with that double negative. My eyes shifted. Just a fraction, but it was enough. Two perfectly rounded globes of sun tanned skin separated by the dark valley of her cleavage, her creamy brown nipples hard despite the heat inside the beach bar.
“There, that wasn’t so bad now was it?” She was teasing me, I could hear it in her voice.
I knew I should say something back. Something cool, witty, a little flirtatious. “Ummm?”
OK, not my finest hour, but somehow it worked. She took the empty seat beside me. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing?”
This was my chance to redeem myself. “Umm, I’m Max.” I held out my hand for her to shake. Way to go me. I could feel the spirits of my ancestors shaking their heads in disbelief. I was going to pass on their genes?
She took my hand. Seriously, she put her hand in mine. “Steph”. Our hands dropped to the table top, but I noticed she didn’t let go.
“Forgive me for saying sweetheart, but you don’t seem like our usual sort of customer?”
I swallowed, determined to actually answer this time. “My friend… Dan… He gave me the address. Said to meet him here.”
A slight frown creased her brow. “This Dan. Does he like playing pranks by any chance?”
I nodded. “Do you know him?”
“No, but I know plenty like him. Imagine sending someone to a topless bar without warning them first! Can I ask you something? Something personal?”
“S-sure” I answered, with just the slightest stutter.
“Are you a virgin?”
It was so unexpected, I felt the laugh burst from me before I could reign it in. Steph wasn’t laughing though. She kept her eyes on me, waiting patiently for me to quiet down. I could have lied, done the usual male bravado thing, but what was the point? It’s not like I’d see her ever again, and she wouldn’t believe me if I did. I nodded sheepishly. “Yes.”
“Ha! I thought so!” Steph’s smile seemed triumphant, like she’d just win a bet. “Would you like to get revenge on Dan?” she asked.
She still hadn’t released my hand and her fingers squeezed a little tighter as I answered. “Well sure, but it’s not like he’s here, and he’ll be ready for anything I try later.”
Her look turned almost predatory. “I’ve got an idea. Something he can’t do anything about.”
She leant forward talking quietly. I, however, missed what she was saying. Her bare breast was resting against the back of my hand, my knuckles digging into her skin. I was surprised by her softness, not just her skin but the flesh beneath. I’d always imagined tits would feel firmer, like my own chest muscles but bigger.
“Sorry, could you… say that again?” I asked. I didn’t think my blush could get worse, but it felt like I’d managed it.
She giggled. An actual giggle. “I said ‘I’m about due a break, and it’s pretty quiet in here. Why don’t you meet me around the back in two minutes, and we can work on your revenge?”
I felt like I’d skipped half the conversation. Had we jumped past the part where she explained what her plan was? “Umm sure?”
She released my hand then and softly patted my cheek. “Good. I’ll be there in a tick. Don’t get lost.”
With that she stood up and as quickly as she had arrived Steph disappeared into the back room. I was a little slower to get moving, still befuddled about what was going on and the lingering warmth on the back of my hand where I’d touched her.
The back of the bar was far less glamorous than the front had been, just an unpainted wooden fence enclosing a small courtyard housing an industrial waste bin.
I was only waiting for 30 seconds or so before Steph opened the gate and beckoned me in. I was disappointed to notice that she had put more clothes on, even if it was only a black t-shirt advertising the bar.
I stepped through into that confined space, having to stand so close that our bodies almost touched. I don’t know why I whispered, but it seemed appropriate. “What are we doing exactly?”
“Getting revenge, obviously.” she answered.
“Yes, but how?”
Steph looked at me as if I should know , and maybe she was right. But naive 18 year old me didn’t have a clue. “He sent you here to be embarrassed so he could laugh at you, right?”
I nodded. I’d got that bit.
“So what if instead, you go back and thank him instead?”
“For what?”
“For introducing you to the bar maid who gave you the best blow job of your life?”
I opened and closed my mouth silently a few times. I nearly said something incredibly stupid, but my body took control from my floundering brain and no sound came out.
Steph took my silence to mean I approved of her plan and dropped to her knees. As she pulled my shorts down I was glad to see at least part of me was keeping up with events and was standing stiff and ready for action.
She spoke softly, as if to herself. “A cock like that and you’re a virgin? Such a waste.”
I didn’t get a chance to answer, assuming I could think of how you reply to something like that. Her mouth engulfed me. Warm, wet. It was like I felt when touching myself at night, but better in every way imaginable. Her lips and tongue were everywhere, sliding up and down my shaft, swirling under, over and around. And the suction – I’d never felt anything like it. I don’t know how I could describe it. It felt like a wonderful pressure, spreading from the head of my cock, down the shaft and collecting in my balls, pulling my entire being into that one focal point.
Steph’s hands slid around me, her nails clawing into my exposed ass. There was a rhythm to it which matched the motion of her lips as she slid up and down my length. Clench and release, clench and release. It almost felt like she wanted me to thrust myself deeper, but how could I risk that? If she couldn’t breathe or started to choke all those good feelings she was giving me might stop instantly. My knees trembled with the effort of holding myself still.
I wondered if this all was just an incredibly detailed dream. It might easily have been. In my admittedly limited experience, women didn’t just offer to suck your cock. Especially not when they were as attractive as Steph.
I remembered how amazing her tits had looked in the bar. How soft they had felt pressed against the back of my hand. Slowly I reached down, cupping her breast through the thin t-shirt, expecting at any second she would slap my hand away.
She didn’t. She rewarded me with a soft humming moan, the vibration sending fresh electric shocks of pleasure jolting through me. I squeezed gently, feeling the hard button of her nipple slip between my fingers.
Steph’s moans grew in both pitch and volume. I realised that I was also moaning, my vocalisation sounding timid compared to hers. I don’t know when I had started, but now I was aware of it I found I couldn’t stop. It was like it was an essential, uncontrollable part of the intimate act we shared.
Her head seemed to be moving faster and taking me deeper, until her nose was buried in my unruly tangle of pubic hair on each thrust. I was getting close, nearing the point of no return. I knew I should warn her, but if I did she might stop, and I didn’t want this feeling to end, ever.
I lasted two more seconds before I gasped out “I’m going to… to… cum!”
She didn’t lift herself from my cock for a moment, not even to acknowledge I’d spoken. Her only response was to redouble her efforts. Then it happened. Like a bolt of lightning, my orgasm struck. I could feel her swallowing around me as each shot landed in her throat. 5, 6, 7 ropes burst from me, each one an orgasm in miniature. Steph took them all.
She knelt back and let my softening cock fall from her mouth. “Wow. That was… a lot” she said.
“Sorry” I answered, although I wasn’t sure if it was something that needed an apology, or if she was happy about it.
“So, tell me the truth. Was that the best blow job you’ve ever had?”
I was too dazed and lost in a post-orgasmic glow to have any sort of filter and replied. “It’s the only blow job I’ve ever had. But the answer would still be yes.”
Honesty had seemingly worked for me so far, and it paid off again. Steph beamed up at me happily. “I tell you what. I’ve got 2 hours left on my shift. How about you hang around till then and we can do something that will make Dan’s head positively explode with envy?”
There wasn’t a chance that I would say no to that.
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