I've been having lunch with this guy at work. Dylan's his name. We're both plumbers and we got stuck on this shit job together at a nursing home in the city. We're running pipe down long hallways, working on ladders, up in the ceiling, with old people parked in wheelchairs down below us all along the way. Some of them watch us, looking like they're barely alive, moaning and groaning like the soundtrack to one of those Zombie movies. I probably don't have to tell you we look forward to lunchtime.
We usually sit in my truck to eat because I've got tunes. A big amp and a couple of subs. Gotta have bass, right? I know more about music than Dylan does, so I play stuff he hasn't heard and he likes most of it. I always like turning people on to new tunes.
We talk the way guys do, you know? Not a lot of personal shit, not at first anyway. But we've been partnered up for a few weeks now so we're sorta used to each other and kind of getting to be friends, in that work friend kind of way.
So we started hitting a bar after work, a place called The Rusty Bucket. It's a happy hour place, with a hot looking bartender who wears tight jeans and short little tops that show her bellybutton and always some cleavage. The way she dresses is all about the tips; getting us tired, dirty construction workers all hot and bothered after work so we'll leave her a five or a ten or a twenty. I know how the game is played but I still fall for it. She's kinda smokin' hot, with the longest hair and the sweetest smile.
"My girlfriend's got hair kinda like that," Dylan says one day, just out of the blue, after we've both been hot for this bartender girl for days.
"No shit?" I say. "And you didn't think that deserved to be mentioned a long time ago? What else are you keepin' from me?"
"Nothin'," he says.
"She got a sister?" I ask. "I could use an end to this dry spell."
"Nope," he says. "Her mother's kinda hot. You into old stuff?"
"Fuck yeah, if she's hot."
"She's been goin' out with a guy. A school principal or somethin'. I think she's kinda into him already."
"Now you tell me. What the fuck, man. You shoulda hooked me up on day one."
I smiled and he smiled, and it went kinda like that, day after day. Us flirting with the bartender, him telling me bits and pieces about his girl. Georgia's her name, and as I put together all the little things he told me she seemed more and more like someone I wish I'd met before he did. But hey, that's the way it goes.
About a week later he says Georgia wants to go to new dance club and he says somehow my name got involved and he asks if I wanna go. Of course I wanna see if Georgia looks anything like the perfect girl I got all pictured in my mind, so I say yeah, I'll go, even though dance clubs aren't really my thing.
We live on the same side of town so he says to meet up at his place and I can park my truck on the street and Georgia's got a stupid big SUV that her father gave her when it was half wore out because he said she'd be safe in it if she got in an accident. We can a drive to the club in it, he says, since it's way over on the other side of town, like forty-five fuckin' minutes away. More like an hour, probably, but, whatever. As long as I got a beer between my legs I don't mind a road trip.
So I get there and it's a shit neighborhood and a worn-out house he rents. I knock and Dylan answers and he hands me a beer. And then Georgia comes down the hallway and she's every bit as cute as the bartender girl, and she's dressed to fucking
kill
. She's got a skirt on that you can sorta see her legs through and the waist of it sits low on her hips, down below her belly button that's showing because her little white tank top doesn't cover it. The skirt's long, down to the floor just about, dark green and crinkled like scrunched up paper. There's a medallion thing that's right where a belt buckle would be, with long tassels hanging from it in that same green color. The tank top fits her snug and there's nothing under it. No bra. And she's a girl with tits. Not like huge, but big enough, and nice and curvy and she's got nipples that are all hard. I'm wondering if her nips are like that all the time or maybe she's just nervous 'cause she's meeting me or something. She grabs a beer too, and she's real laid back and super sweet and nice. Her voice is real smooth and I can picture her singing in a band, dressed just like she is. She's excited about the new club and thinks it's funny and nice that me and Dylan are going just because she wants us to go.
So she drives us in her bag-ass SUV and we bring a sixpack along because it's a long drive. I'm sitting in the back and she's looking at me in the mirror when she talks to me. I sat behind Dylan so I get kind of a crossways view of her, through the gap in the front seats, and I can watch the side of her tit joggle when we hit bumps and its sorta got life in it the whole time we're driving. I got sorta mesmerized by it and she caught me looking more than once, but, man, it was too nice of a sight to look away from.
The club was okay. Some hot girls. Georgia pushed me toward one of them a few times and I finally took the bait. I could tell the girl wasn't for me, so I just danced with her and didn't ask for her number or anything. Georgia danced with me some, and I hung out at the bar some, too, just watching, the way I like to do. There was a few girls with no bra on like Georgia, but her little white tank top was the sexiest, especially when she danced. Plain and simple. Classic, I guess you'd say. Almost like a wet t-shirt contest even though it was dry.
I drank the least, or so Georgia said, so she asked me to drive when we decided to go home. I laughed and felt like a chauffeur when they both got in the back seat. By the time I got on the Boulevard they were kissing like crazy and Georgia was all over Dylan. She was pretty drunk, but she held it okay, not all sloppy wasted or anything, just super buzzed and it was obvious she was horny. I was trying to keep an eye on her in the mirror without being too obvious about it. When I knew they both weren't looking I even adjusted the mirror down a little, and I could see her hand on Dylan's crotch. I could tell he was lumped up hard, which wasn't a surprise considering how she was going at him.
It didn't take long before he was horned up to the max, too, squeezing her ass, giving me a little better idea of the shape of it. And then there was a 'what the fuck' moment — Georgia was blowing him, right there in the car! I even said "What the fuck!" out loud.
"Just keep drivin' man," Dylan said, and Georgia giggled in that sexy way that girls do when they've got a hard cock in their mouth.
I don't know if Dylan did it because he knew I was watching or what, but he pulled up the little tank top and let Georgia's nice tits fall out. Her stomach had a couple folds in it because of the way she was sitting. She looked really fleshy and soft, and she was really sucking cock, like totally into it. There was music on but it wasn't loud, and I could hear the sounds her mouth was making and her sexy moans. I was glad nobody else was in the car because I had a big lump in my pants.
My view was pretty great, and after a few minutes I got to thinking that it was that way on purpose — it looked like Georgia was making sure she wasn't in the way and I even saw her eyes look at me in the mirror a couple times. There was plenty of light because we were on the Boulevard, with lots of street lights and stores and stuff all along the sides of the road. Even though it was nighttime it was plenty lit.
So I've been blown a bunch of times. Most guys have, I guess. It's never like a porn girl blowjob. Real girls always seem sorta nervous about it and they only mess around with the first two or three inches in their mouth. It's plenty nice. I mean, I don't wanna discourage nobody. I even came a few times and the girls who made it happen seemed to like it. I know I liked it, even though none of them took the cum in their mouth. But Georgia, she's way more like a porn girl, at least that's the way I saw it in the mirror. I had a bunch of beers in me so maybe I wasn't thinking straight, but she blew Dylan's cock like a fucking pro, really going at it, taking it deep and sometimes all the way fucking deep, and she used her hand on his balls like a porn girl would do. It was fucking hot, and I was driving less than thirty so I could stay in my lane and still watch a lot. I wouldn't have been so obvious about watching except for neither of them seeming to care.
There were cars and trucks and big SUV's next to us a lot, and I was wondering if any of them noticed the blowjob and Georgia's tits. I think one or two did, and then a couple guys in a Ford truck with big off-road tires definitely noticed, honking their horn to let us know. Georgia looked over at them and stuck out her tongue and then she smiled and started blowing Dylan again, moving her head real fast because she had an audience. The guys watched for a minute and honked again and sped away. The truck had an exhaust pipe that was as big as a cannon and it really roared. Georgia giggled.
The Boulevard goes on for twenty miles I think. It's not all stores but there's streetlights along the whole thing. I think Georgia was glad I wasn't in a hurry. She took off her top and gave Dylan a handjob while she kissed him. She was still stroking his cock when she thrust her tits out for his mouth, and I could see his tongue playing with her nipples. They were hard and pointy and she was moaning. Her eyes were still checking to see if I was watching in the mirror, and I looked right back at her. There wasn't any hiding or being ashamed of anything. It was super hot and I was rubbing my crotch while I was driving and wishing I could moan like Dylan was moaning.
I figured they'd quit doing stuff at some point and the rest of the ride would be more normal, but after a while Georgia climbed on Dylan and she fucked him. Her long green skirt was covering it and the back of her was facing the mirror, but she wasn't shy about anything. She sat up and rode him with her hands on her tits and then she put her hands on the ceiling and I watched her watch the cars that were passing us as she fucked him. The lucky ones saw her and slowed down and drove right next to us for a while. They were all older guys, alone, and it was late so I guess they were going home. I bet they all jerked off when they got there.
I did. Jerked off at home I mean. I was horny as fuck and when we got back to Dylan's place and I could tell Georgia knew it. She hugged me in the driveway before I walked to my truck. Her nipples were all hard and pointy under her shirt. It wasn't a real long hug, but she pressed herself against me, like she was checking, you know? Checking to see if I was hard.
I was.
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So the next day at work Dylan and me are right back in the day of the dead again. Old people groaning and yelling and crying, and us working ceiling tile by ceiling tile down the long hallway. It was slow progress because the ceiling was already so full of pipe and ducts and cable and shit. We were able to squeeze our pipe onto a rack with a bunch of other stuff run on it, but it was tight and slow. There were nurses to look at to pass the time, but none of them were sexy like Georgia. I guess that's not a fair comparison to make. Their uniforms are shit and none of them are very happy to be there, so it's hard to judge what they'd look like in regular clothes or dance club clothes like Georgia wore. I bet some of them would be hot. I've kinda learned over the years that pretty much all women are sexy, as long as they want to be.
So my head's up in the ceiling and Dylan's is too, about ten feet away from me, so I ask him, "Is Georgia always like that?"
"You mean the drive home?" he says. "She's, like, uninhibited to the max, man. I never seen nothin' like her."
"Yeah, me neither," I say.
He's smiling a little, so I figure it's cool to keep asking. "You sure she doesn't have a sister?"
"Positive," he says. "She likes you though. She wants to go out again, to that same club. Maybe she'll hook you up with a friend or somethin'."
"Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I could do that," I say.
