Raoul kept his head down as he carried his tray through the restaurant. He was hungry - just not for food. He dropped into a booth, trying to concentrate on his meal, trying to ignore the ache lower in his groin. Days from home, away from the missus, and just shy of his fortieth, he told himself he was just looking for some fun. But he knew better. Since his tastes for that fun tended towards the tender (drunk) young coeds of his home town and he was miles from any college he knew of, he was likely to stay hungry. Then, as if fate knew his weakness, he heard giggling and the ache intensified.
Three of them, a blond and two brunettes, slid into the table one down from his booth. They laughed and talked and created a stir he had no hope of ignoring. He tried to keep his mind on his food, but his eyes were on the blond. She was slender and bubbly, her hair short and lightly curled, her little nose with a slight upturn, her bright eyes almost purple. Her t-shirt clung to palm-sized breasts and a flat stomach, her jeans molding to long legs. Raoul's mouth watered, his body hardening with anticipation -- the hunger was almost overpowering. He could see bending her over the table, thrusting his cock... When their heads went together, whispering, he managed to take a bite of his sandwich and turn his head towards the window.
"Hey, mister," the voice was light and laughing and made his stomach drop even as his groin clenched.
"What?" He managed to growl the response as he looked over at the blond, who had slid into the other side of his booth. The other two girls giggled their way by the booth as the blond waved.
"Jen said you were looking at me," she smiled, leaning closer to him. He managed to grunt and filled his mouth with fries before he said something stupid. But his eyes dropped where her breasts pressed her arms and she smiled again.
"So what," Raoul finally answered softly. He and the blond reached for the soda at the same time and when his fingers brushed hers, he jerked back. She took the soda with a wink and sucked slowly on the straw. Raoul's cock swelled in his jeans as he watched her roll the plastic straw between her lips.
"So, I think you're interested," she whispered, then began to slide her lips up and down the straw, her eyes on his. His mouth went dry as he imagined those lips sliding up and down...
"So what," he repeated, his voice rough. He thought about his contract and deadlines, about his overhead and how he was going to sleep in the cab, about what they called men who had sex with young girls. He thought about how she would taste, how it would feel to have his fingers in her hot pussy, how tight she'd be when he thrust deep...
"You got a rig?" she murmured, glancing around, "or a room?"
"Rig," he managed, gathering the remains of his meal. He could still make a getaway... She wouldn't want to do it in his cab. He didn't even have a sleeper compartment.
"Knock once, pause, then twice," she whispered, her voice low, as she added the soda to his tray, "Ladies room's around the back." Then she sauntered away.
Damn. Damn. He was such a weak ass. He dumped his meal in the trash as he silently cursed himself. But he walked out the door and around the back of the building, away from his rig.
There was a stick woman on the door. Looking around, feeling like an obvious dog, Raoul knocked once, then twice. The door opened and he stepped in, closing the surprisingly heavy door behind himself and flicking the lock. The blond leaned against the sink of the small bathroom, naked from the waist up, her jeans undone. She smiled at him, her hand sliding down her belly and into her pink panties.
"I couldn't wait to get started," she murmured, her eyes hot as her hand shifted and she shivered.
"Take them off," Raoul demanded, his voice hoarse. She smiled again, hooking her fingers into her waist and shoving both her jeans and panties down. She stepped free, naked, and slid up onto the sink, spreading her legs and giving him a perfect look at her shaved pussy.
"Like this view better?" she purred, her fingers stroking her swollen folds, her tongue wetting her bottom lip. "I think you do," she purred, sliding her fingertip in and out of her hole. Her other hand idly stroked her bare breast. She lifted the hand from her sex and held it out to him. "Want to taste?"
Raoul took her wrist, sliding her fingertips into his mouth. He suckled her fingers, tasting the sweetness of her arousal as he stepped closer. Popping her fingers from his mouth, Raoul knelt between her legs, sliding his hands up the inside of her knees and thighs. She watched him with hot eyes as he leaned in and licked her pink flesh.
Sweet. Hot. Raoul spread her thighs further with his hands and began lapping at her sex, his rough tongue starting at her hole and circling her clit, again and again. She whimpered, her hands sliding into his hair, pressing him closer. "Yes..." she whispered, sliding her leg over his shoulder and shifting her hip to tilt towards him. He grunted in appreciation as he closed his mouth over her sex and began sucking. "Oh, God..." she moaned as the sound of his sucking and slurping filled the small room. Raoul teased her with his tongue, swirling it around and in and out of her, stroking, making her squirm.
"Please...I need your cock..." she moaned, her hips rocking against his mouth.
Lifting his mouth, he replaced the teasing by rubbing his thumb over her quivering hole. "Not yet, beauty," he growled, sucking and nipping at the tender skin of her inner thigh. She moaned and squirmed again. Raoul shifted his hand, rubbing two fingertips against her hole, the sliding them deep, burying them to the knuckle. The girl arched, moaning and shivering, her tight pussy rippling around his fingers.
"Hell, yes, baby," he groaned, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her. She was so soft, hot, slick, his cock strained against his pants eagerly. He suckled the skin low on her belly, leaving love bites, as he watched her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, panting, as she writhed on the sink, enjoying his finger-fucking. He used his free hand to tug open his jeans, to shove them down his hips.
"Tell me, baby," he murmured, curving his fingers as he thrust, seeking her spot, "How old are you, baby?" She whimpered and squirmed until he found it, then she jerked and gasped, her eyes flying open. God, please don't let her be underage, he pled silently.
"Nine...nineteen...Oh, my God!" She gasped again as he focused his attention on her g-spot, rubbing hard. Her body clenched as she bucked and came, sobbing as her cum spilled through his fingers.
Perfect. Nineteen. Hot. Tight. His.
