"Hi, Olive, I'm Dolores. I'm excited to meet you." She was seated in a back booth and turned one of the heavy ceramic mugs over on the table and picked up the carafe and poured coffee in it for me. I took a seat across the table from her and smiled. We shook hands. I had never met Dolores, in person before, but we had chatted online and exchanged photos. I hadn't had any problems recognizing her when I came into the diner.
"I'm excited to get to know you," she said.
I had found Dolores, or maybe she had found me. That's a hookup site for girls that she and I were both signed up for. We had chatted for a couple of weeks before agreeing to meet here. Denny's, Sunday morning, Grand Slam Breakfast was the agreement. Over small talk we studied the menus and she signaled the waitress. I liked the way that she took control, relieving me of that responsibility.
The waitress had long legs and electric blue hair. She wore a name tag identifying her as Imogene. I ordered the Grand Slam with pancakes, two eggs (over medium), bacon and a fruit cup.
"Orange juice OK with that?" Imogene asked and I nodded. She scribbled furiously on her order pad. When she finished she looked up at Dolores.
"I'll have the same."
Imogene made a mark on her pad, which must have just been a "2" and turned away. Back towards the kitchen to put our order in.
"If we're going to do this, here we should get started" Dolores jumped right in and I sipped my coffee. "Let's talk about you. Let's talk about your vagina."
I thought that some of my coffee was going to come out my nose.
"What?" I asked.
"I want to talk about your pussy." She replied.
"Oh my God." I said as I swiped my finger below my nose to make sure that there was no coffee there. "Are you one of those people who like to talk dirty?"
She grinned.
"I don't know what to tell you," I said, "why don't you tell me about yours so I know more what you're looking for."
"OK," she agreed. "I'm pretty meaty, my cunt lips are thick and hang down about this far," she held up her hands with her thumb and index finger separated by about an inch, maybe a little further. "And, they're darker than the rest of me, more heavily pigmented, I guess, but extremely sensitive. I really like getting head and having my labia tongued and sucked. I like my girlfriends to take them and massage them with their lips. Their lips on my lips, so to speak... Makes me cum pretty quickly, I can tell you. So, are you meaty or sparse?"
I thought about it, pursed my lips and finally answered, "I guess, sparse, to use your words. My pussy looks more like a Georgia O'Keefe painting of a calla lily. My labium spreads naturally and my clit is pretty big, especially when I'm getting turned on, like now."
"Ohhhh, I'd like to see that," Dolores said, "would you push your panties to the side? I'll drop my napkin, and when I bend down to pick it up you could spread your legs. Show me."
Imogene chose that moment to show up with our breakfasts. She set the plates on the table, "You guys want any Ketchup or Tabasco?" she asked.
"No thanks," we answered in stereo. She turned away and headed back to the counter.
"Let me know when you're ready," Dolores said.
"I'm already ready. Drop your napkin." She did and when she leaned down I turned slightly to give her a better view and I spread my legs wide. She was down there for awhile and I thought she would never come back up. Slowly, I brought my legs back together and when she raised her head back up over the table level I saw lots and lots of bright white tooth enamel. She had a huge smile on her face and I noticed that the lips on her face were plump and ripe, just like she said her lower set was.
"Like?" I asked her.
"It's beautiful," she said, "and no panties either. Fuck, I'm getting wet. I want to touch you."
"We're in Denny's," I admonished her, "you can't do that here."
"Well, shit," she almost spat the invective out. "Touch yourself then," she suggested. "Do that for me. Rub your clit and stick your finger deep inside. I want to hear you moan, I want to watch you bring yourself off." Dolores picked up her fork and knife and began cutting her fried eggs. She broke a slice of her bacon into the mix of yolk and egg white that was on her plate.
I picked up the spoon that Imogene had left on the table, stuck it in my mouth and pulled my skirt up, beneath the table. When the spoon was warm I lowered it below the table top and began to rub myself with it. I watched Dolores eat her fried eggs; she had a drop of yellow yolk at the corner of her mouth. With the middle finger of my other hand I found my g-spot, it felt rough and tender, at the same time. I tapped it with my finger tip as I moved the warm, wet spoon in a circular motion on my clit. The pleasure was intensifying.
Dolores dropped her napkin again and when she bent down to retrieve it I spread em wider and gave her an eyeful. I turned and pulled my legs together more so that she would come back up from under the table. Finally, she did.
"Stop what you're doing, Olive!" she told me.
