Your total is two hundred,” the indifferent feminine voice halted while she regained her composure. After a few seconds, she continued, “Never mind.” The momentary surprise on her face was nothing compared to the shame evident on mine. Guaranteed! To her credit, she handled the whole thing extremely well, really. Much better than I would have, had I been in her situation. With a smile suddenly appearing on her homely brown face, she leaned out the drive-through window. She looked across from me, nude. Now at a solid half mast and rising toward my companion who…ahem…had his hands over my thighs. I noticed, distractedly, that her name, ‘Tanya,’ was smudged on her name tag. I should explain how I ended up in a late-night fast-food restaurant at midnight bare-butt-assed naked. Good for me, there was no one out this time of night, 11 pm to be exact. You see, it all started with a game of truth and dare and a few cases of beer. Too many truths and truths. Ultimately it was pure boredom along with a healthy dose of male pride mixed with curiosity hearing the occasional, “You, bitch!” Soon we decided that we would play Daring Strip Poker. There is not one guy alive who will ever pass up a chance to play Strip with his girl. You see, Tommy and I love to be naked. Oh, there is a definite sex thing there. But we both rarely wear clothing around when we stay at hotels. As I said, male pride is a bitch, but not as bad a one as that of a hot KITTY sitting bare naked from below and driving. I was horny as hell. During the long drive I had already squirted once that day, Tommy made sure to collect all drops he could from mixing them in his coffee. He currently drinks it with great gusto. “Y’all want anything?” our attendant asked my passenger seatmate. All the while staring at my rapidly leaking clit, “A coke, burger. We are closing in a few minutes, and we got some stuff left.” Her pendulous breasts fell from the window she was leaning from to flop as if half deflated balloons. She appeared to be a 30-year-old woman with big bubble balloons. Those would stop every guy at the drive-through to order more and stay. We ordered then, “It’ll take about 15-20 minutes since we are running with lesser staff. You, too, could wait a few minutes.” I could swear I saw her lick her lips. But she met my eyes and continued, “If you all ain’t doin’ nothing but dicking around, come on in. I’ll turn off the lights. Nobody’s going to come in anyway.” Have you ever experienced a full-body blush? It was definitely not my idea to stop here, especially in my current condition. Going in was the last thing on my mind. Tom must have seen the look of terror crossing my face and apparently gave mercy on me. “We would love to, dear, but I’ll tell you what,” She: Well then, can I uh…?” Tanya began. To tell the truth, she wasn’t nervous or anything. After her initial shock, she picked up on our little game quickly, meeting each of our eyes briefly. “Of course, you can, dear,” Tom replied happily. She ordered and looked around to find no other customers. Within a minute came outside and stood on the window side. With that, the pie-faced drive-through attendant reached her left hand through the window. With the tip of her index finger, she lightly smeared the clear mass. It not only covered my breasts. But also got her finger stuck poking my nipples inside. I was in heaven. A woman playing with breasts, a complete stranger, was playing with me. Slowly she ran her fingers through my clit, my leaking clit, to be precise. Then, to our even greater surprise, she bought the fingertip to her mouth and stuck the whole thing in. She swirled her tongue around the fingertip, making a lewd spectacle of the act. I reacted by drooling more wet juices from my slit. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, savouring the taste of my juice. “I wish my man tasted this good. I’ll be right back with your food. Hold on one minute.” With that, she turned a pendulous ass away from the window. Call me fucked up if you want to, but I watched, mesmerized until I felt a tingle begin in the pit of my stomach. Tom, knowing how to get me off for years, sensed what was cumming. He stopped the urge with a quick pluck into my vagina. Needless to say, the pangs stopped as soon as they began. When he was satisfied that I was happy with the impending accident, he announced that he wanted to trade places. “I already got mine today,” he said, turning toward the gate, got out, and circled. He came back to the driving seat. “It’s my turn now.” With that, we traded places. Within minutes, Tanya returned with the order only to find Tom in the driving seat. I did my bit by making his cock stand straight, no pants below. He knew from the moment he first saw her that she could give a damn mean tug-job. Boy, was I not disappointed. She has the softest hands of anyone I have ever met. Her hands did wander down to him. First, she started at the base, rubbing in a twisting motion till the tip, then repeating the process the other way on the down stroke. When more pre-cum began to seep copiously from his tip, she would look back for me. The feeling of a strange hand that knows what it is doing to your partner will be missed. After only a few minutes, which seemed like seconds to me, he felt the slowly rising urge to release his seed. With that, our breathing began to quicken, from slow, deep breaths to shallow ones. Just then, Tanya told her to return as it was risky for her to be there, not at the window counter. Before getting back, she asked Tommy, “Are you ready?” I, too, teased, “Are you ready to give up that hot sauce for me, for my burger?” “Shoot it, baby,” she goaded. “Shoot that hot cum for us,” with those last words, she left. To get in touch and get to know me better, email me at [email protected].
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