Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism - Sex Stories

Jake Part XVIII - Creative Anachronism

... as she made it clear that she was with Jake. They watched in a sort of unsurprised incredulity as the two women hovered about the end of the bar, collecting free drinks and compliments. “What do you think?” asked Petra. Jake smiled. “I think I’m tired of watching the princesses hold court. I also think Mala hasn’t noticed yet that two of the buttons on her blouse fell off five minutes ago.” Petra moved away from her father, stepping around to get a better view. Sure enough, Mala’s blouse was hanging open, exposing her modest breasts and plain black bra. “Daddy, you’re awful!” she explained. “I didn’t even notice you doing that.” Jake chuckled, handing the buttons to her as a trophy. “Doing what? I’ve been over here the whole time.” Petra smirked, then looked at their marks again. “Ooh, stop now,” she said. Jake stopped time immediately, breathing a sigh of relief at the sudden quiet. “I don’t know how anyone thinks this is comfortable,” he said. Petra giggled, returning to his side and kissing him. “They don’t,” she said plainly. “Look around. This is a meat market. The noise is to keep people from talking so they don’t realize how much they don’t like each other. Speaking of talking...” Jake looked where Petra was indicating. A couple of guys had approached and were talking to Marta and Mala. Moving closer, it was pretty obvious that both men were looking at the ladies’ visible chests. It was also obvious from their posture that that both Marta and Mala had planned it that ...

... way. Petra was already at work, kneeling down and pulling both womens’ thong panties down to their ankles. She carefully lifted one foot after another to free her prizes, then tucked them between the cushions of a nearby booth. “We can come back for these later,” she explained. The sight of Petra stealing panties excited Jake more than he liked to admit. She noticed, of course, and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, Daddy,” she said, swishing her skirt girlishly. “I’m not wearing any either.” Jake laughed. “Let’s not get distracted, Pet,” he said. “We have important work to do, don’t we?” Petra giggled. “Yes, yes we do.” When time started again, neither Marta nor Mala noticed anything different right away. They went on flirting with the men, who in turn went on staring. Jake had to bite his cheek to keep from laughing, because usually when a woman’s bra or dress has “slipped” down to expose her nipples, she feels a draft. These two sluts must be half numb or something. Eventually, Marta noticed, gasping in surprise and covering herself. Her sudden movement made Mala look down as well, finally noticing that her blouse was mostly open and her bra had been pulled down. She yelped and turned toward the bar, fumbling with her clothing. In the end, lacking the buttons necessary to cover up, she had to settle for unbuttoning the blouse and tying it in the center, cowgirl-style, leaving her cleavage and stomach exposed but covering her bra up. Of course, while Marta was busy apologizing to ...