"Not at all! By all means, the more the merrier!" I raised my glass and she raised hers and we drank. She chug-a-lugged the entire contents of her glass, much to my amazement. "Another round for Tom and me!" She shouted. A woman was singing about the Titanic, but I didnot care. Not one bit.
Anna reached into her purse and produced a pack of Camel cigarettes. "Do you smoke?" she asked.
"Nope," was my response. "But by all means, go ahead."
"I'll leave you for a few minutes. I will be back asap. Maybe with my sister. Her name is Viola." I watched as Anna wiggled her way to the exit. Skin-tight faded Levis cut short enough to show the bottom of her spectacular round, gravity-defying ass cheeks. The inseam rode high up her ass. Tanned, ballerina shaped legs with diamond calves. But it was those feet in flip flops! Tiny wide bright red toenails surrounded by soft pink flesh. Huge toetips. Exquisite! Oh--and those canteloupe melon-sized titties with jellybean nipples up above. No bra under that tight white low-cut blouse. Flat tummy. A nail-biting goddess.
I was shaking with excitement. Starting to sweat, too. Cock still throbbing with the anticipation of at least a show and fondle of fingertip flesh. Her breath! Her nailbiting and smoking breath! Her perfect body. A fresh pair of drinks arrived at our table. There was a new singer on stage. A man dressed in drag signing a Streisand song. Something about endless love, but I couldn't be sure. I just wanted to find the men's room and relieve my throbbing erection in a private stall.
There they were. Two strikingly gorgeous ladies of similar stature approaching my table. All eyes in the place focused on these two babes--especially mine! I got a good eyefull of Anna's incredible shapely and tanned legs. She was soooo fit looking! A fit smoker! Wow! And those feet! Those tiny wide bright red toenails surrounded by ample proud flesh. Such huge soft-looking pink toetips. I'd have been in heaven to either be her short-shorts breathing in her pussy and asshole smells or her flip-flops inhaling her sweaty soles and feeling her wide pink soles pressing against me. Viola, if she were music, would be the finest symphony. She had jet black hair cut just below her fleshy earlobes. Her makeup was dark. Like Goth. All her stubby nails were black. Viola was dressed in a skin-tight yoga outfit, much like a contemporary dancer. She could have passed for Anna's twin, except for the hair and makeup. I stood up as they approached.
"Tom, this is my sister Viola." I kissed Viola's hand and admired it's beauty and it's warmth and softness. Those huge fingertips looked soooooooo soft. Sooooooo pink and soft. Wide, black nails. Chipped polish from biting. Quicks identical to Anna's. But those polished nails drew attention to her self-abuse. Still soooooo gorgeous! Viola, unfortunately, was wearing Nike runners on her feet so I couldn't admire her toes. I couldn't tell if she bit her toenails or not. If they were anything that approached Anna's in sheer beauty....I'd be in heaven. As it was, I wanted to place Anna's big toes in my mouth right there. All the patrons in this high-class bar seemed drunk anyways. The server even watched Anna grab my cock and didn't respond, like it was a daily occurrence. I wanted to ask Anna to remove her foot from her flip-flop and place the sole in my face so I could inhale it's fragrance. Or stick her incredible ass in my face so I could cover it with kisses and caresses.
Little did I know that what was in store for me would exceed all of my sexual expectations!
"I'm pleased to make your acquaintance," Viola said, looking me up and down with her fuck-me eyes. She was darker than her big sister. Almost sinister looking. This was to be a most interesting night.
