Page 25 of Drill Session

“Hey, welcome to Lovers 69, what can I get you to drink?”

“Um,” I looked down at the menu. There were so many options I didn’t know what to choose. “How ‘bout the panty wetter?”

“Coming right up.” The bartender smiled and walked off to make my fruity drink. Judging by the picture and the list of ingredients inside, it looked like a fruity drink, and I love a good fruity drink.

I slid on the cool stool and placed my small Neiman Marcus bamboo handle bag on the counter. The thump from the music playing vibrated under my fingertips as I watched her prepare my drink. I looked down to pull my crème maxi dress up so my boobs wouldn’t spill out. This dress left nothing for anyone to imagine, so if you looked hard enough you could see my nude thong and areolas through the thin material.

“Good choice,” I heard someone whisper in my ear. The heat from their breath made me shiver, the feeling wafted against my skin. Looking over my shoulder, I saw it was Saira, standing behind me with a grin washed on her pretty face. Under the sun, she was utterly breathtaking. Her butterscotch skin complexion was shimmery and glowing, and she smelled so good. I wanted to hint at the fragrance, but I could tell it was layered with something sweet, more like a gourmand. Gloss coated those pretty pussy sucking lips and when she smiled, her pink tongue escaped to lick them as if she knew I was staring vividly imaging her sucking on my clit like a vacuum. The crème tube dress looked stunning on her and the gold jewelry was the prefect accessory to set the tone.

“W-what,” I stammered and blinked myself back to life. For a second, my mind drifted off into what happened in the room between us. I desperately wanted to believe that what happened was a figment of my imagination or a nasty ass dream, but the pool in my pussy from that day was proving me wrong. If it were a dream, I’d kill myself for not being able to withstand the urge to feel the real thing.

She chuckled, showcasing those pretty, porcelain white teeth that God gifted her. When the bartender placed my drink on a heart shaped coaster, Saira nodded her head at it. “The 69, it’s the perfect drink for you. It makes your pussy taste sweet,” she leaned in to whisper the last part making me blush.

To cool myself down, I took a sip of the drink and scrunched up my face in great delight at the bartender, signaling that the drink was delicious, then gave Saira my undivided attention. Her ring finger was no longer empty. The rock was big enough to weigh her small hand down, so if that was her sole purpose for not wearing it last night then I don’t blame her.

“I don’t need anything to make my pussy taste sweet. Some women were born that way.” I flirted back, and I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I gulped the fruity drink down quick, and Saira signaled the bartender to make me another.

“Blessed,” she retorted.

“Huh?”

“Some women are blessed that way,” she corrected me. “I’ve been thinking about you since the other day. I woke up with the taste of your pussy on my tongue. Would you call me nasty if I told you I didn’t want to brush my teeth the morning after? Akira, I kept sniffing my upper lip, the after smell of your juices lingered on my tongue,” she muttered in a hushed tone.

Taking a deep breath, I took two big gulps of my drink. Batting my eye lashes at her, I glanced over my shoulder and nodded my head to the gentlemen she was seated with. They paid us no mind, as if we were strangers, just like most of us were to each other, however, I knew they were well acquainted, unless she got some hot potato ass pussy, but who I am to judge.

“Those men, are they with you?” I probed.

She gave me a sly grin and nodded her head. “Yeah, they’re father and son.”

My mouth gaped open in shock, then I got a good glimpse at them, noticing the similar features. Question swindled around my head. There were so many at a time that I knew if I spoke, I’d stutter my words, and the drink wasn’t the one to blame.

“Wait,” I chucked. “Father and son… so the three of y’all are together… like a polyamorous relationship?”

“Not quite… I fuck them from time to time… only when I come here though.”

“B-but you’re married,” I mentioned making her frown.

“Girl, I’m on the verge of a divorce. My husband is such an asshole to me, so I often come out here to let my hair down when I need a vacation. Deziel and Dezi take my mind off the hell I have to face when I go home back to my husband.”

“So, I take it that you’ve been married for a while, you look so young though, so youthful.”

“I’m thirty-three and I was forced into my marriage. I never wanted to marry him, but it was convenient, according to my father. Six years of my life wasted down the fucking drain,” she mentioned.

“I’ll drink to that,” we shared a laughed, then she grew quiet, like she was holding back on telling me something.

“I um… I wanted to say something without sounding creepy.”

“You sucked my nut out of my pussy,” I giggled. “We’re past the stage, don’t ya think.”

“Maybe you’re right.” She tilted her head and placed her hand on the cusp of my chin and bore her eyes into mine. I couldn’t withstand heat brewing between us, so I playfully slapped her hand away.

“Last night, I saw you and Drill on the beach. I was going for a walk, and I saw him fucking you.”

“Did you like what you saw,” I tittered.

“Akira,” she shook her head and looked off into space, before looking back at me. “The way that man loves your body is different.”

Taking another sip of my breath, the heat settled, and my curiosity took the stand. “What do you mean?”

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