Red G String

"Thank you," Dawn said with a smile as the waitress, a young girl maybe just out of high school with long brown hair and a small, upturned nose sat a latte and croissant down on the table.

Dawn's smile faltered a little as the waitress turned away with barely a nod and hurried off to the next customer, the casual and polite indifference never ceasing to amaze or remind her of how lonely she felt surrounded by thousands of people in the 'big city' compared to her tiny little home town.

Dawn moved a lock of her sandy blond hair out of her eyes and turned back to her own latte. Just as she took a sip she caught a man sitting a few tables away staring at the waitresses' s back and glanced over to follow his intent gaze. Dawn gave her head a rueful shake when she saw the very tight off white cream yoga pants the waitress was wearing which just also happened to reveal the ghost of a red g string hidden beneath.

Dawn glanced back at the man who noticed her look and had the decency to at least look a little embarrassed before giving a shrug of his own as if to say 'I'm a guy, what do you expect?'. Dawn gave another rueful shake of her head and picked up her latte to take a tentative sip and just enjoyed the first really beautiful day that the Pacific Northwest had decided to give up. The weather had gone from gloomy and overcast with occasional light showers all spring to a perfect day of blue skies with the occasional brilliantly white cloud, and sunshine. Even the temp was a perfect mid to high 70's and the outdoor sidewalk café had seemed the perfect spot to enjoy it.

As Dawn sipped her latte she tried to unobtrusively glance up at the man across from her who was reading a book titled 'The Road to Serfdom' and wondered if it was something along the lines of the Game of Thrones series that had been so popular on HBO. The man wasn't bad looking with dark black curly hair, a five o'clock shadow that had more to do with style than scruffiness, and a form fitting UnderArmor shirt that really showed off his wide, muscular shoulders. Just then the waitress delivered a latte to a table a few feet away and Dawn glanced at her rather tight form fitting yoga pants. As the waitress bent over the cream yoga pants went from opaque to nearly translucent and Dawn couldn't help but stare at the very obvious lace pattern red g string the girl was wearing before it disappeared between her ass cheeks. Dawn heard a cough and glanced up to see the man across from her staring back with a broad grin on his face.

"You looked too!" the man mouthed plainly enough for Dawn to understand what he was saying.

Dawn felt her face blush in embarrassment even as she choked back a laugh before giving her own shrug. The man continued to stare at her with a smile on his face and his head cocked to the side and Dawn felt something besides embarrassment stir as she noticed his blue eyes.

"They're cute, maybe I should get a red g string," Dawn mouthed.

The man's grin turned into a broad smile and a deep laugh that sent butterflies fluttering through Dawn's stomach. Dawn smiled back and then took a sip of her latte to try to hide her own confusion. Dawn tore off small pieces of her bagel to eat while casting furtive glances at the man and managed to catch him sneaking his own furtive looks in her own direction from time to time as well. The thought of his blue eyes, his intent gaze as those blue eyes followed the waitress's bottom, even his smile and deep laugh kept flashing through her mind. She grinned mischievously and wondered if he'd stare just as intently at her if she bent over to show him what she was wearing beneath her denim skirt.

Or more precisely, not wearing.

Dawn chanced a glance over her coffee cup to see the man quickly look down to his book. Dawn tried to hide a smile as her pace picked up. She thought about all the people over the years who may have had a glimpse beneath one of her short denim skirts or even shorter summer dresses that she loved to wear when the weather was nice. Skirts that she loved to wear in a huge part because of the possibility of someone catching a passing half seen glimpse beneath them. Dawn felt her heart thundering in her chest as she eased her hips forward on the seat of her chair, the hem of her denim dress dutifully riding up just a little higher on her thighs.

If the man had noticed he gave no sign, the waitress coming by to hand him a fresh latte and walking away, but his attention definitely seemed to be focused more towards Dawn than on any half seen red g strings. Dawn always loved the thrill of someone possibly catching a glimpse beneath one of her skirts, but had never dared, never even dreamed of intentionally 'flashing' someone.

Dawn scooted forward on her chair just a little farther, her denim skirt again riding up her thighs just a little more. The hem of Dawn's skirt was now even with her smooth mound, a fact that she could see for herself with just a glance down. She chanced a look up and was surprised to see the man staring back at her with his book flat on the table and forgotten, his head tilted to the side and a half smile that sent more butterflies fluttering through Dawn's stomach. Dawn looked up to catch the man's eyes just as he looked pointedly below the table for a few lingering moments before back up to her face. She smiled back and then kicked off her flipflops and lifted her feet up onto just the tips of her toes and then slowly spread her legs apart while never breaking eye contact. It had been months, hell, almost an entire year since she had last had a lover and she could feel how moist she was as her inner lips parted. Dawn bit the edge of her lip at the feel of the cool air caressing her open sex, her clit throbbing in time with her pounding heartbeat and watched the man gaze beneath the table.

"Would you like another drink?" the waitress suddenly said from beside Dawn.

"Oh, ah..." Dawn stammered and quickly sat up, her face burning in embarrassment.

"If you'd like another latte it's on me," the man said with a broad smile.

The waitress glanced from Dawn to the man and back in obvious confusion while Dawn suddenly realized that she had been unable to see a thing from the angle she was standing at.

"I'd love another latte please," Dawn replied after a moment and then glanced at the man who was still grinning, "Especially if someone else is buying."

After scribbling on her notepad for a moment the waitress gave Dawn and the man a quizzical look and then hurried away. The man lifted his own drink in a kind of salute and glanced after the waitress before looking back at Dawn. Dawn glanced up at the man who was watching her intently with a broad smile on his face, a smile that still sent butterflies through Dawn's stomach.

"I think you look beautiful without any red g string by the way," the man said, "I'm Brad."

"Ummm, I don't know," Dawn said with her heart still racing, "You seemed a bit distracted by the waitress's."

"Maybe a bit," Brad replied, "But I'm a guy, I get easily distracted.

"Like by your beautiful pedicure and... other beautiful views."

Brad glanced pointedly below Dawn's table as she felt herself blush again just as the waitress hurried out with her latte.

"Here you go," the waitress said and again hurried off with barely a nod.

Both Dawn and Brad's eyes followed the waitress's butt and the faintly seen red g string for a moment before looking back at each other with a laugh. Dawn took a sip of her fresh latte and glanced down at her bare feet with the wonderful sensation of the rough sun warmed concrete against her soles and wondered if Brad had a bit of a foot fetish. She tilted her feet to the side to better show off her French nails and hoped he did, the idea of him giving her a long, slow foot rub sending a throbbing ache through her body. After a week her pedicure and the bright white edging along her toenails was bit chipped and worn in a few spots, but she had Brad's full attention as she held out one of her feet and rotated her ankle.

"I think I need to get it redone," Dawn confessed as she held out her foot with her toes pointed at Brad.

Dawn chanced a look around the outdoor café, the only other customers facing away from her on the patio and then slid her chair right up to the edge of the table. With another glance up to look into Brad's blue eyes she scooted forward in her chair and let her denim skirt slip all the way up until she could feel the leather of the seat against the skin of her butt. Dawn stared at Brad, his eyes flickering from her face to below the table and back and then slowly, deliberately, Dawn spread her legs with her feet up on the tips of her toes. She could feel how wet she was, the constant throbbing ache, the sensation of her inner lips parting and the sudden sensation of the cool air caressing her vulva and couldn't take her eyes away from Brad's face. Brad stared below Dawn's table, his hand straying beneath his own table to caress the fabric of his shorts. Dawn realized she was biting her lower lip hard enough to be painful as she watched Brad's hand squeeze the sudden bulge that she could see outlined against the dark gray fabric of his cargo shorts before he caught her eye.

"Maybe... uh, maybe you might need to have some things touched.... Just a bit," Brad said while staring into her eyes.

Dawn reached her hand down and began to pinch and roll her inner lip between her fingers while Brad watched.

"I'd like that," Dawn confessed.

Brad suddenly stood up, Dawn's eyes widening in surprise while hastily closing her legs and looking around expecting to see the waitress or some random person walking over only to find Brad suddenly standing beside her.

"My apartment is just across the street," Brad said and gestured towards a three story brick building with a music store on the ground floor, "Would you like..."

Brad trailed off as if unsure what to suggest but Dawn simply nodded while still biting her lower lip. It only took a second to slip her flipflops back on and then stand with Brad taking her hand. Brad seemed a little surprised at the difference in their height with Dawn only a few inches above five foot and Brad six one in his bare feet, but he only smiled down at her.

"You are so beautiful," Brad said breathlessly as he led Dawn away from the patio café.

Brad hesitated and looked both ways as the traffic on the downtown side street swept past, Dawn's heart threatening to slam out of her chest as she wondered if she was really doing this. It was as if she were suddenly a completely different person, one who wasn't shy and maybe a bit introverted, but beautiful and confident and...

'Hungry' Dawn thought to herself and the throbbing ache between her legs.

"Is your book about kings and knights and serfs?" Dawn asked inanely as Brad hastily led her across the street.

"Huh?" Brad said in confusion and then looked down at the book he had clutched in his other hand with a laugh, "Well, not exactly...

"There's definitely serfs, but no knights, and instead of Earls and Dukes and Kings there are GS13's 14's and 15's."

Dawn looked at Brad in confusion before he reached a small door next to the glass storefront window of the music store.

"It's just a book, but this is me," Brad said and indicated the plain door.

"Are you going to show me in?" Dawn asked breathlessly.

Brad suddenly leaned down and kissed Dawn, his hand pressing into the small of her back as he leaned into her. Dawn found herself on tiptoe with her eyes closed, her tongue gliding against Brad's with the taste of coffee and caramel filling her mouth and the bulge she had seen earlier pressed against her belly. Brad just as suddenly broke away and had to fumble his keys out of his pocket and take several stabs at the lock before finally managing to open the door. Inside was a narrow, cool stairway that led steeply up.

"I'm on the third floor," Brad said almost apologetically.

Dawn smiled and thought of how many times she had walked up stairs or ridden an escalator while wearing her skirts, of how many men may have chanced a glimpse beneath those skirts and smiled at Brad before starting up the steps ahead of him. After a few steps Dawn paused and glanced behind her to see Brad smiling up with his eyes riveted to the hem of her skirt... or maybe what was beneath her skirt.

"Are you sure a red g string wouldn't be better?" Dawn asked and lifted the back of her skirt up several inches.

"Oh, fuck no, you look gorgeous!" Brad instantly replied.

Dawn smiled and began to walk up the steps again, taking each one slowly while pulling the hem of her skirt even higher until it was bunched around her waist. Brad followed, his eyes never straying from Dawn's now bare ass and mound as they climbed, Dawn pausing at the second floor landing to slip a finger between her moist inner lips while Brad watched. After what seemed only a few more seconds Dawn suddenly stumbled having tried to take a step up that didn't exist after reaching the top of the stairs and laughed at how distracted she was. Brad followed right behind, his fingers running lightly up the inside of her thigh and grazing along the wet crease of her mound as he stepped up beside her and began to fumble with his keys again.

"Ummmm," Dawn sighed, her own hand reaching down to caress the bulge beneath Brad's shorts.

Dawn still couldn't quite believe this was really happening, that she had just followed a stranger up to his apartment, that she was going to make love to this gorgeous, handsome man, that she absolutely wanted to make love to him.

Brad managed to open the door at the top of the landing easier than the door from the street with only a few fumbles before finally managing the lock. As soon as he had shoved the door open with the flat of his hand he turned and embraced Dawn again, his face leaning down to press his lips against hers, his tongue pressing between her lips, his hand in the small of her back pulling her against him while his other reached down to pull her skirt up around her waist.

The sudden urgency, the instant escalation of force both frightened and aroused Dawn who melted against Brad's body. Brad spun her around and they stumbled into the apartment together with the feel of Brad's hand pressing between their bodies to unbuckle his shorts. Brad forced Dawn back up against a wall and she didn't even have a moment to glance around the apartment before she felt the press of his hard dick against her bare skin, her mouth never leaving his. Dawn felt herself lifted up as Brad grabbed her ass in both of his hands and gasped at the sensation of his glans pressed against her vulva before gliding effortlessly inside of her.

Dawn had no idea how big Brad was or what his dick even looked like, but could feel his length entering her, slipping deeper inside of her, stretching her open and pressing firmly against her cervix. She wrapped her legs around Brad's waist and moaned into his mouth, their tongues still gliding against each other as he began to thrust into her. Pictures began rattling against the wall with each of his wet slaps driving into her, her arms wrapped around his neck while her legs were wrapped around his waist. Dawn felt another moment of panic, an instant of fear mixed with passion when she felt the fingers from one of Brad's hands grab her by the throat and begin to squeeze. Dawn's eyes flew open to find Brad staring back at her, his face flushed a bright red and his curly black hair hallowed around his face.

"Fuck you feel so good!" Brad exclaimed, each thrust slamming Dawn back against the wall.

Dawn could only moan, the pressure of her orgasm already building even though it had only been a minute, maybe two since Brad had pushed her up against the wall. She was lightheaded and found that she could barely breath with his hand wrapped around her neck, his hand squeezing as he fucked her, and knew that she was about to cum.

"Ahhhhh, unh, unh, unh, unh," Dawn screamed as she felt her pussy begin to clamp down on Brad's length as he thrust into her body.

"Ohhh, fuck, are you cumming?" Brad asked while still thrusting into her, "Are you cumming for me?"

"Ohhhh, god.... yes, ohhhhh, fuck please, yes," Dawn gasped, her hips bucking up to meet each of Brad's thrusts.

"I want you to cum all over my dick!" Brad said, his hand squeezing even tighter around Dawn's neck, "I'm getting ready to cum!

"Can I cum inside of you, do you want me to fill your tight, wet little pussy?"

"Yes!" Dawn whimpered as one of the pictures leapt from the wall to shatter on the floor next to them.

Suddenly Brad pulled out of Dawn and sat her down, Dawn reeling dizzily as Brad forced her down onto her knees. Before she even had a moment to recover Brad forced his dick into her face and into her gasping mouth.

"Suck it!" Brad demanded as Dawn opened her mouth to take his length down her throat.

Dawn was relieved to find that Brad wasn't as large as she had at first thought, but still tried not to gag after suddenly having a dick shoved down her throat. Brad took Dawn's head in his hands and began to thrust into her mouth, Dawn only managing a muffled 'ungh, ungh, ungh,' as she smelled the musky smell of her pussy mixed with the more pungent smell of Brad's crotch on the dark mass of curly hair that kept being shoved in her face. She had always hated pubic hair when going down on a guy, but the suddenness, the violence inherent in the demand as Brad shoved his dick down her throat was new and arousing and unbelievably sexual.

"I'm gonna cum!" Brad suddenly exclaimed as he forced his dick down Dawn's throat and held her head still, "Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum!"

Dawn felt a pulse of cum fill her throat and swallowed involuntarily quickly followed by a second and then a third. She gagged as the cum surged from the back of her throat to fill her mouth with Brad's salty alum taste and after two more pulses of cum splashing against her throat Brad pulled himself out of her mouth.

Dawn reached up to wipe the cum and saliva dripping down her chin and then stood up to take Brad's head in her hands and pull his lips down to her own.

"Ummm," Brad moaned around Dawn's tongue as she kissed him and then suddenly made a much louder 'UMM' as Dawn forced a mouthful of his cum back into his own mouth.

"What the fuck!" Brad exclaimed as he hastily broke away from the kiss and wiped at his mouth.

"Next time you can ask me if I want you to cum in my mouth," Dawn replied huskily and then began to pull his shirt up, "Or if I'd rather have you cum inside me instead."

Brad blinked down at Dawn in surprise as he let her take his shirt off. Dawn glanced around and finally found her flipflops, one of them still out on the landing outside the open door to the apartment and the other leaning against the hallway wall just inside. Dawn pulled her blue racerback tank top over her head and then stepped out onto the landing to retrieve her stray shoe before turning to find Brad still staring at her.

"What, you've never had a snowball before you big baby?" Dawn smirked and pulled her sports bra over her head, "I love them, and I really love having a guy give one to me after he eats me out after we make love."

Brad's eyes darted down to Dawn's pert B cup breasts and conical areolas tipped by the hard points of her nipples. She only smiled up at him and pushed her denim miniskirt down over her hips so that she was standing on the landing completely naked.

"No way," Brad said with a grin.

"Why don't you fuck me again but cum inside of me this time and find out?" Dawn purred.

"Where the hell did you come from?" Brad asked sarcastically and started to step forward only to stumble to a halt with his shorts down around his ankles and his Adidas running shoes still on.