Holiday With June - Booking - Sex Stories

Holiday With June - Booking

... cocktails persisted, meaning not half-price but two at a time. Zena had drunk five pretty strong ones in the first hour and loosened right up. The first thing was that as the bar got crowded, we got squashed in the corner, something neither of us minded.

I should describe the dress before I forget. Not that you could forget the dress itself. It's about two inches shorter than it should have been—no back, sleeves, or shoulders. The front covered her breasts but was so tight that it showed me strictly how erect her nipples were getting as the cocktails kicked in. Eventually, we were crammed together. The stool had a back, was high, and also had a footrest.

It was jammed at forty-five degrees to the bar, tight to the wall. I was also forty-five degrees to the bar, my right arm holding the chair back, keeping the crowd at bay. Essentially, I was covering Zena's lower half from the bar, which mattered when I realised she had moved forward, her right leg trailing on the floor, but her left leg raised on the footrest. Her skirt was not long enough to stop her nice peach-coloured panties from being fully on display, but only to me.

Her left hand was on the bar, sipping her drink, but as the conversation strayed from the mundane, it dropped onto my chest. Not that I minded in the slightest. I think we started on exercise regimes. I rowed at college, and my routine still included much of that. Zena had run and still did that outside in the park for free. Somehow, the concept ...

... of June running came up when Zena reminded me that with those tits, June would knock herself out.

That led her to ask why I hadn't dated her yet since she knew I fancied her friend. Note to self: this confirms June herself knew about my supposed secret crush. Zena also knew about my breakup, so she asked how that was going. I mentioned that I had had a couple of dates. She responded that dates were not what she was asking about; when was the last time I got fucked. She admitted to a dry spell herself, probably two months since she had a cock inside her.

It was around this point that Zena caught me checking out her panties, so she put her left hand under my chin, shutting my mouth and directing my eyes to hers. At almost the same time, she opened her legs wider and rubbed her left knee on my crotch. Things were warming up, and we stared at each other with that "your place or mine" look. We might have left had June not taken that moment to arrive and put her arms around us both for a group hug.

This squeezed June's substantial left breast under my armpit, and Zena became aware through her left knee that I had moved from merely rock hard to a diamond cutter. June mentioned that they were leaving, so if we were going to get off with each other, now was the time. We both laughed, and the sexual tension building for the last ten minutes disappeared. Her left knee moved to hide her panties, but she took the time to ask me a few pointed questions.

'Going on holiday this ...