"This couldn't really be happening," was all I could think as Lana cleaned the last of my cum from her lips, sweeping the last drop from the corner of her mouth with a finger and licking it clean.
For the last two years, this lovely brunette, thirty years my junior, had been serving me coffee at my favorite hangout while worked in a corner booth on the websites I maintain. During that time she had flirted tips out of me that were often twice the usual percentage. Tonight Lana was closing alone. After locking us in and turning off most of the lights, she invited me to stay and finish my coffee while she did some washing up in the kitchen. I followed about ten minutes later to bring her my cup so that she could wash it. She heard me behind her and, without looking around, asked if I'd rather wash or dry. I told her I was perfectly willing to help so she could get home earlier.
The washing up area was small. I stood behind Lana while she bent over the sink, reaching around her to drop my cup into the soapy water. I don't know what possessed me to do it but I stepped forward until the front of my jeans rubbed against her elegantly rounded ass, clad as usual in very short and very tight denim shorts. I expected any moment that she would turn and slap me. Instead, I felt her push back, rubbing sensuously against me. I didn't imagine Lana would carry on flirting this seriously. Curious and slightly emboldened, I put my hands on the girl's hips and rested my chin on her shoulder. Surely this would get me clobbered. Instead, she giggled and turned her face toward mine. Without warning and purely on impulse, I pressed my lips to hers and slipped my tongue between her lips. She responded by clamping down on the invader with her full lips forming a seal, then sucking me deeply into her mouth. I was in shock and when, after what seemed like an eternity, I broke the kiss, she was smiling. I felt every drop of blood that hadn't rushed to my engorged cock rush to my face in a fiery blush. I put my lips to her ear and whispered, "that experienced tongue would feel even better in that sweet young pussy of yours."
I moved my hands from Lana's hips to her bare midriff and gently caressed the naked skin of her flat stomach. Lana returned her mouth to mine. I responded, sliding one hand under her abbreviated tee shirt and onto a bra covered breast while my other hand explored the top of her shorts, slowly working my way into them to the top of a triangle of thick pubic hair. We were playing a dangerous game of daring each other. How far would each of us go? Would we would pass the point of no return, or was this all a tease?
Lana moved her hand down to mine, I thought to pull it out of her shorts. Instead she unbuttoned the top of the shorts, interlaced her fingers with mine and pushed my hand further into her nether regions. I heard the zipper on the font of her shorts separate, making more room for my hand to reach down to her slit, where I let my fingers stroke and gently part her vaginal lips. Still in a deep kiss, she moaned into my mouth. I pulled my hand from Lana's shorts, pushed them down over her hips and let them fall to her knees. I lifted her shirt and bra, exposing two perfect spheres the size of small oranges. I rolled each of Lana's nipples between my fingers, noticing how they responded to my touch, hardening and swelling to twice the size they had been. The areolae began to darken and swell the way a volcano might just before erupting.
Breaking this kiss, I bent down to suck a puffy nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, moving a hand back to probe Lana's womanhood, which had grown slick with her juices. Lana took a deep breath as my middle finder slid across the button of her clit. I moved my mouth from one tit to the other, working both hand and mouth in earnest. Lana's ragged breaths evolved into a shallow pant. She moved her knees together, letting her shorts drop the rest of the way to the floor. She stepped out of them and I led her out of the kitchen to the back of the shop. I pushed her back to a work table and lifted her onto the edge. Her feet didn't reach the floor so I took her by her ankles and lifted them up until she was lying flat on the table. I dropped to my knees in front of this beautiful young woman, slipped a finger under her white thong and pulled it aside so I could bury my face in her crotch. She moaned loudly as my tongue found its way between her pussy lips, my upper lip grinding into her clit. Lana responded by grinding her now sopping wet cunt into my mouth "Eat me baby. Eat my pussy you son-of-a-bitch. Make me come in your mouth!"