lechemoncul's Blog

This fantasy is for Shayla, sorry for the wait.

I texted her, “Shayla, where are you?” She was late for our usual Friday Happy Hour dinner. She responds that she’s on her way. Her creepy boss had her detained at work under the false pretenses about “misplaced files and job advancement” which really meant he was trying again to get in her panties; key words “trying again.” I knew she needed the job and the money he paid her was good. She decided early on that he was easy to handle and not a bad person except for his occasional horny gestures. Shayla knew he was married to a real bitch that hardly gave him any and who would leave him with barely a quarter of his assets if he messed up. So, Shayla, being the big flirty tease that she was would dress provocatively from time to time just to … the poor man. I didn’t blame him for his obsession. Shayla was gorgeous. I’ve always wanted Shayla myself and had a far better chance than him. He didn’t know Shayla only liked pussy. Finally, she arrives and she’s looking gorgeous in heels, short skirt and a tight lycra tank top. I can see, as does everybody else who is staring at this beauty, that her nipples are hard and by the jiggle of her bouncy breasts that she doesn’t have a bra on. We embrace with a light peck on the lips. She sits and squeals, “I got a raise!” She’s only been at the job for 6 weeks. I know she’s good at her job and works her pretty ass off despite her drooling boss but I’m curious to know how she pulled this off. She explains that she bought in some major accounts to the company recently and her boss thought it was time to move her up (already). I congratulate her with another light kiss and we order some drinks and shots to celebrate. After the shots she tells me there was a catch, “I knew it!” I thought to myself. She said he alluded that he wanted some type of “favor” from her. He told her he wanted to taste her pussy. She flatly told him no but felt sorry for him because of how many times she’s teased him by bending over him his desk so her breasts grazed his arms or the numerous times she’s “accidentally” flashed her panties at him in meetings. “He was so pathetic Petra. I had to do something for him.” So, she told him she’d let him smell her panties and look at her pussy from a distance but he’d have to jack off in front of her and let her take a picture as “safe-keeping evidence.” Goodness, I thought, here was this wealthy successful man putting his whole life in jeopardy for a piece of ass. But then again, Shayla’s is no ordinary piece of ass as I would soon find out. She showed me the video she took with her phone (she’s a sly little fox). There was this chubby little man with his pants down around his ankles jerking his tiny little cock while sniffing what appeared to be a pair of lace panties. “I let him keep the panties. Besides he cleaned himself with them after he was done so I saw no use for them ever again” As soon as she said that I immediately thought : Shayla’s pussy is exposed at this very moment. The thought made me wet instantly. She whispers in my ear to confirm my suspicions and then says, “Want to check for yourself?” And with that she discreetly pulls my hand under the table and under her skirt to let me feel her bald soft pussy. I feel it a little more to discover a swollen clit wet with moisture. She purrs her approval to my fondling, “I was so wet thinking about how exciting it is to have control over someone like that.” I try to remove my hand but she holds it there. “Believe it or not Petra, you have that kind of power over me” she says. I slip a finger in her and she moans. “Really?” I smile. Shayla says “I don’t know why we’ve never hooked up before but, right now, all I can think about is how much I want to taste you and you taste me, until we cum.” Wow! I think. This woman is on fire. She grinds on my hand a little more and pulls my finger to my mouth. I taste her and she is delicious. She slides closer and kisses me hard and passionately. Her hand is under my blouse kneading one of my nipples, sending shivers down to my pussy. After what seems like an eternity I hear “Ahem, would you like to order now ladies?” The pretty little cocktail waitress waits for us to compose ourselves and takes another drink order with a side of appetizers. “Wow, Shayla, you certainly aren’t shy.” I say. She giggles as we look around. The restaurant is packed but the booth where we are seated offers us a little seclusion. If the patio were open, people would definitely have gotten a show; as it stands only an occasional restroom venture or wait staff can really see us. “I’m not shy or ashamed of what I want. And right now what I want is you.” With that Shayla coxes her hand up my skirt and starts to rub my pussy through my soaked panties. I’m helpless as her assault is so expertly performed. Before I know it she has my panties off and my blouse open. Her middle finger is making my G-spot do flips while her mouth is devouring my nipple. I look through half open eyes to see a beautiful brunette casually staring at our scene as she walks slowly to the restroom. It looks as if she approves by the slight smile in the corner of her mouth. Our waitress suddenly comes up behind her with our drinks. I tap gently on Shyla’s head and she sits up leaving my breasts exposed and her fingers still inside me. The waitress cautions us to be careful while staring at my chest the whole time. Shayla says, “We will. Hey aren’t my friend’s tits amazing? I love her nipple ring too. Don’t you?” Shayla cups my pierced breast with one hand as to show it off and my pussy is on fire from being fingered by the other hand. “Yes, very pretty.” the waitress says admiringly. “Your appetizers will be out in about 10-12 minute. I’ll be back then unless you need something else.” “No, I’ve got everything I need right now in hand,” Shayla snickers. I can’t open my mouth for fear that it will all just be moans. The waitress leaves, Shayla drops to her knees and in between mine. She raises my skirt high and finds what she wants, my pussy. She scoots me to the edge of my seat and begins to eat me out like it was the last pussy on earth, sucking hard on my swollen clit and flicking my G-spot incessantly. I open my eyes momentarily to see bathroom girl come out. She just stops in her tracks, hand over her mouth but looking intently at the scene of our shameless abandon. I don’t care because the tension that Shayla has been building in my pussy is about to explode. I try to be quiet but I’m squirming and moaning too much. I grab ahold of Shayla’s head and start to squirt and as I do my orgasm hits me like an atomic bomb. Shayla is moaning and giggling as I continue to ride her face to oblivion. As things settle, I open my eyes and catch a glimpse of bathroom girl walking away. The thought of her having watched me cum excites me. Shayla is smiling up at me from between my legs with her face, some of her hair and her lycra top drenched in my juices. She giggles and says she didn't think rain was in the forcast that she should have brought an umbrella. Lol.