1. Beach pt2


    Date: 5/7/2017, Categories: Fetish, Taboo, Author: malesub01, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    wanting into their carnal mix. Time and Mollie would tell. For now, it was time to shower and put myself together for the afternoon’s shift, a shift which tended to be a quieter one. It would be the perfect setting for this little tete-a-tete. The Arrival There was only one table of folks left by 2PM, a few older ladies giggling and gabbing away in the far corner of the room, when Mollie arrived. I reminded myself not to assume that it was her. In fact, it could have been someone I’d been with the last season who I’d forgotten in a d***ken stupor. But from her arched eyebrow and her eye’s lock on me, I was pretty sure it was her. I peered over at the ladies to make sure they were taken care of, so I could concentrate on this lush vision who’d just sauntered in with a purpose. All was well in the gossip corner, so I smiled at the female approaching and welcomed her as I would anyone, again, trying not to assume, or mostly not to give too much away. She walked right to the bar’s far corner where I stood and I could feel her trying to peer inside of me. "Can I get you something?", I asked warmly. There was an endless pause as we cased each others’ forms. She was tall, lightly freckled, curvy but somewhat athletic looking, and surprisingly dark haired, like a ‘Black Irish’ girl. I had somehow in my head concocted an Gaelic redhead from her name, but I wasn’t far off. Her pale skin had that same translucence, and I loved her darker hair framing those sky blue eyes. My gaze ...
    dropped to her long lush legs before re-meeting her at eye level. She and Nick made quite the delectable couple was my last thought before the silence was broken. "You’re the singer?", was her leading question. "I am, when I do. Right now, I’m the bartender." There was another long silence as our eyes quietly recognized the dirty minds lurking behind them. "So, you’re the one who… met my boyfriend last night? On the beach?" I couldn’t stop the body-memory smile that leaked out when I said gently “Guilty.” I could see she was teetering on the edge of decision, but I had a feeling that her disapproving frown was more for show, or to avoid tipping her hand too soon. I offered her a stool and a drink of her choice so we could talk. She wasn’t going to drink, then said, “Fuck it. Do you have a decent cabernet?” "A great one. On the house, of course." I let her sip and simmer and breathe. I could tell she wasn’t sure where to start. "Does Nick do this kind of thing often?", I asked gently. "No" she said in a sweeter tone. "Once or twice. And I only ask him to be careful, and let me be a part of it if possible." "First", I assured her, "I’ve had all my shots." I grinned, she chuckled. "I promise you, I’m healthy as they cum. And honestly, it was just one of those things that happened in the moment. Thinking wasn’t really an option. He completely took me by surprise." "Hmmmmm" was her purred response. She looked like she was trying not to let on how much she wished she had been there to at ...
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