William Beatty was terrified of public display, yet the thought of his arrangement with Britney Foxx's friend "Dawn Lawrence" was too exhilarating for its own good. Being a School Teacher had him scared, considering his date was a student. A senior and luckily 18 years old was in his favor. However, the School Board frowned heavily on interactions with the student body in intimate form. A year ago he might have agreed. That changed as soon as he was seduced by the impossible to resist Britney Foxx and her loyal subjects. Including of all people a stunning Mennonite girl named "Grace".
Over the last month he and his fellow teachers were treated to a raffle of sex. None could resist the possibilities. Today, meeting with the sexy redhead "Dawn" mentally shredded his sensibility.
The tall thin man with a toned physique made his way to a small outdoor café in the neighboring town of "Walcott". Population 5,000!
Far from any beach it rested along a medium sized resort lake where boating and jet ski's dominated the scenery. Luckily, the crowd was young and dumb. Not many people were in his age group. This made him even more excited. Let them wonder how a guy such as he could get a stunner like Dawn Lawrence.
Wearing khaki shorts and a button down shirt, William left his car in a parking space and trudged along toward the café. There were round tables encircling the café and only three other couples were seated at present. Moving around the café to its blindside he found his girl.
Dawn Lawrence sat waiting. Her flowing red hair flipping about in the morning breeze. Today she wore tight white shorts with the hem rolled up and sewn at the thigh. Her shirt was a long and flowing lavender/ grey plaid over white. Buttons down the front that were less than burdening. She had the top four buttons undone and with the breeze it was easy to spot her pleasantly freckled chest. No bra in sight.
"Miss Lawrence?" He leaned over to let her know of his arrival.
"Hey Willy." She brightened up from looking at her cellphone, "I was just telling Britney I was here waiting. I was worried for awhile. I drove my Mom's Prius but I thought she was going to take it. Whew!"
He sits himself across from her eying her chest. His palms were sweaty.
She feigns a blush, "Are you staring at my tits?"
"I am." He grins sheepishly.
"Yay!!! I knew unbuttoning my shirt would break the tension. I tan but being a redhead I burn easily. So, I'm about as good as I get."
"I'm shocked you didn't burn at your car wash awhile back."
She frowns, "I know. I was stressing for sure. Luckily, I spent more time at the kissing booth. Why didn't you show up?"
"Too risky I suppose. In town parents know me. It might have looked awkward. At least here in Walcott this get together is less likely to be discovered. We should still keep our eyes peeled."
"Not if yours are on my tits." She giggles showing her pearly whites.
"Impossible not to enjoy."
"So sweet. 34C at your service." She fans her shirt wide to let him see her nipples and full mounds.
William inhales deeply at the sight then chooses to look around him. He needed to play it safe.
"The lakes beautiful. It makes me wish I had bought a boat in my younger days."
"We could go swimming." She raises an eye brow,
"No trunks."
"No bikini." She sticks her tongue out at him playfully.
He nods smirking, "Are you suggesting skinny dipping?"
"Sure!"
He tenses up, "I don't have that much nerve. Yet."
"I'll get you there. Trust me."
"You are certainly welcome to try. So, what would you like to do?"
"Well, seeing as your fantasy is kind of vague. I say you pamper me. Then, I can pamper you."
"What do you propose?" He expresses with curiosity.
She giggles, kicking off her sandal then scoots back in her seat to place her right leg up on the table. She then reaches for her purse beside her chair and produces a bottle of toe nail polish. Easing it toward him he chuckles.
"Never saw that coming."
She giggles, "I'm improvising. Turquoise is my favorite color."
His hands quiver as he first decides to explore her foot. A tender massage felt required.
"Nice touch." She stares with brilliant green eyes.
"I actually did the Masseuse thing like twenty five years ago."
"Body massage anyone? Why yes, I would love a massage." She beams talking to herself.
"I can accommodate that. No oil around though."
Again she reaches into her purse for a small bottle of baby oil.
"I stocked up just in case I needed anything."
He puckers his lower lip, "Smart thinking."
As he continued his foot massage a waitress approached them. She was in her early twenties, gently overweight but quite appealing. Blond hair in a ponytail. Blue eyes under thick framed glasses.
"Hello. My name is Kimber. Can I get you two anything?"
As William considered, the waitress eyes between them trying to understand any true chemistry. She merely shrugged it off. Then, she discovered Dawn's unbuttoned shirt and it's revelations. This made her smile.
"Coffee black. Keep it simple." Beatty opted, "How about you Sweetheart?"
Dawn winced at his grip on her sensitive toes, "Bottled water please."
The waitress hesitated a moment as Dawn released a light moan. She then decided it best to get their order. That chest was on her mind. Kimber preferred the girls.
"She spotted your bosom."
Dawn smirks, "Should I flash her my tits?"
He ponders the outcomes of such a risk then nods, "Go for it."
Moments later Kimber returns and rests their drinks on the table avoiding the leg in her way.
"Let me know if you need anything else." She smiles at Dawn.
Dawn brightens up, "I could use your opinion."
Kimber merely awaits without expression as Dawn pulls her shirt apart showing off her tits. Kimber bulged her eyes and had to fan herself.
"Very lovely." Kimber licks her lip without thinking.
"I was hoping you were thinking that. Thank you Kimber."
"My pleasure. Is there anything else?"
With a beguiling smile Dawn adds, "Plenty more. Maybe later?"
Kimber switched her gaze toward Beatty with uncertainty.
Beatty winks at her, "I'll be sure to leave you a healthy tip."
Slightly confused Kimber had her hopes up as she left the table. Then it dawned on her that they were asking her to help keep them guarded against other prying eyes. The thought made her examine her other customers. One couple was just leaving. The other two tables were ignorant of anything but themselves. Still, she would keep her eyes peeled. Just for kicks. To see where things might go from there.
Back at Dawn and William's table the foot massage progressed. Dawn felt playful and lifted her other leg toward William's lap and planted her toes over his obvious erection.
"Well now!" Beatty looks down at her wandering toes.
"You do your massage, I'll do mine."
He nods smiling and enjoys her toes rubbing along his concealed beast. It was growing with each tormented caress. Dawn giggled at his dick literally twitching under her toes compression.
"It's alive!" She fears dramatically before chuckling.
"Perhaps you had better run." He jests with an evil laugh.
Her eyes flare up then she nibbles her lower lip.
"I have better ideas.'
She removes her foot then lowers the leg Beatty was massaging and stands up. Easing over to face him she straddles his lap and plants her arms around his neck. She then leans in and kisses him on the lips. After three minutes she tugs his bottom lip on her way out.
"That makes up for missing me at the kissing booth."
Her hands then move down to unbutton her shirt entirely and slithers the garment over her shoulders to dangle on her biceps. Her chest was in full view. He sighed heavily at her flesh.
"My don't you move fast." He frets trying to appear confident.
"No slowing down now." She grins as her hands lower to the zipper on his shorts. Undoing it she slips her fingers in and discovers his cock unrestrained by nonexistent underwear. In seconds she frees his penis from its prison. Lithe fingers surround his beast and begin to stroke it.