Gloria snagged another french fry from Danny's plate and smiled at him. Her chicken Caesar salad had been good, but this restaurant had excellent fries. Danny lifted his soda up to his mouth to finish the last sip. He had treated her to dinner, and the two were exchanging light banter.
She had been amused -- and delighted -- by his suggestion that they go on a date. She had been having sex with her yard boy since the beginning of summer, even offering herself as a sex slave to him and his friend Brian to entice the two men to have sex with each other one afternoon. They had taken her dare and had since fucked her every way imaginable for two months, even sharing her with friends.
It was her best summer ever.
But despite the fact that she had been having daily sex -- and raunchy sex at that -- with them, they hadn't ever really gone out. She had done things in reverse: Sleep with them first; get to know them second.
So here she and Danny sat, sharing a dinner at a local restaurant. It was a casual burger place, but she didn't expect an 18-year-old to have much sophistication. Maybe she'd take her two lovers to a nice restaurant at the end of the summer. She was teaching them how to be animals in bed: Teaching them a little sophistication along the way wouldn't be a bad idea.
She and Danny had talked about this and that and the other thing, as you do on a date. She asked if he had any thoughts about what to study in college. History, he had said. So they talked about that. She had been a history minor in college. He asked her about her job, and she told him she was an administrative assistant at a law firm. It was funny. Danny had already fucked her for months, and tonight would be no exception. He had a ton of photos of her in slutty poses. He had arranged for her to strip for and have sex with his friends Stan and Greg for a full day. But here they were acting like they were on a second date.
Danny excused himself to go to the bathroom, and she looked around the restaurant. Families, mostly, but there were a few teenage couples scattered about. She imagined she and Danny made a curious sight: She was youthful looking, and it's not as if 30 was old, but anyone could tell that Danny was on a date with a much older woman.
She swung her gaze around again, and she noticed a man two booths down looking at her. He quickly averted his gaze back to his wife and two daughters. She smiled. She was used to it. Her 36C breasts, shoulder-length black curls, and pretty face caught men's attention when she looked her worst. Tonight, with a tight light green cardigan stretched over her breasts, a bright red lipstick on her mouth, and the glow of a well-fucked woman lingering around her, she hoped she looked ravishing.
Danny came back and she leaned forward. She pushed her arms under her breasts to show off a nice amount of cleavage.
"Don't look too quickly," she said in a soft tone, "but there's a guy two tables down checking me out. He is so jealous of you right now."
Danny leaned forward and looked down her sweater at the swell of her breasts. "I don't think he's the only one," he said in a tone matching hers.
He jerked his hand and knocked his napkin to the floor. "Oops," he said. He leaned over to pick up the napkin, and she saw his head tilt to the left. She played with the top button of her sweater, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the dad looking at her again. Danny came back up, napkin in hand.
He leaned forward again. "You kind of feel sorry for him," he said. She raised an eyebrow. "He's out to dinner with his wife and kids, and here's this total looker sitting two tables away." She smiled at the compliment. "And you know there's a part of him that's thinking of what it would be like to go home with you instead of them. Wondering what you'd look like naked, in bed, with your legs spread, waiting for him to fuck you."
She felt herself warm. She loved it when he talked like this, and smiled at the thought of him two months ago, blushing and stammering as she seduced him.
"Maybe he's going to masturbate about you tonight," Danny continued. He knew she found it irresistible to picture guys jerking off while imagining her. Her pussy juices began to flow a tiny bit.
"You don't know," she said. "His wife could be a total athlete in the sack. Maybe she gets down on her knees, naked and wet in the shower, and sucks his dick every night, and he won't have any energy left to jack off." Danny shifted a bit. Two could play this game.
"Hmm, maybe," he said. "So maybe we need to give him a bit more fuel for his fire."
He leaned back in his chair and scooted over on his bench.
"What are you wearing under there?" he asked.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she asked back with a grin.
"I would," he said. "Why don't you look at Family Man back there and undo the top button of your sweater?"
She managed to not let out a little moan as he ordered her to expose herself. She looked directly at the man and reached her hands up to the small button at the base of her neckline. Slowly, she undid it. The man gulped.
"C'mon, Gloria," said Danny. "That's all you're going to give him? Open up that sweater a bit. Give him a nice look at your tits." She was breathing hard, and she slowly pulled her sweater open a bit, exposing the crests of her breasts.
"Very nice," said Danny. "And you know what?" She looked at him. "He's not the only one looking now." She flushed a little bit and darted her eyes around the room. Men around her had all noticed the activity and were doing their best to look at her without being noticed. It wasn't working. Some of the women they were with were looking at her as well, some with angry faces.
Danny leaned forward again. She leaned in toward him, and he looked down at her much more exposed breasts.
"I still want to know what you're wearing under that," he said with a glint in his eye. "And I still can't quite tell." He leaned back. Her pussy juices were out in full force now as she exposed herself, however slightly, to a room full of men and women.
She looked at Family Man again and lifted her hands. His wife was talking to him now, and he was doing his best to look at her while keeping Gloria in his field of vision. She undid the second button down, and pulled her neckline open a bit more. Her red lace bra with black lace trim came into view, with her breasts swelling above the cups. A just-visible hook on the front of the bra held it together.
She glanced around again. The guys around her were staring more openly now. She saw one wife kick her husband under the table.
"Well, I guess that answers that," said Danny. "And I know you well enough to know you're wearing matching panties under that skirt." She had on a white, knee-length, pleated skirt that moved in swishes as she walked. And yes, red lace panties with black trim covered her pussy, narrow strings arcing over her hips to connect the small front and back triangles.
"I think I'm ready for the next part of our date," he said with a smile. If it involved sex, she was, too. Danny stood up and held out his hand to help her. She took it and lifted herself out of the booth. He leaned in to kiss her cheek and then whispered in her ear.
"Unhook your bra to give Family Man a nice peek," he breathed along her neck.
She turned slightly to face Family Man, and then lifted her hands to her bra. His wife, oblivious to his distraction, kept talking. She unhooked the front of the bra, and spread her sweater again to reveal the chasm where her large breasts pushed against each other. The wool still kept her breasts from pulling apart.
