Shelley and Pascal have been exclusive since Covid lockdown-March 2020. Neither one of them had planned on exclusivity, but a world pandemic makes strange playfellows. If someone needs a label, Shelly is OK with being called pansexual, but Pascal was a dyed in the wool lesbian. She came out on her ninth birthday when Dorian declared his love for her, and she told him he was not a girl, so she could never love him like she loved Avril Lavine.
The pub had not been this busy in a very long time. Pascal liked sitting next to Shelly, tucked in, protected and loved. The two sat in a non-intimate way to the uninformed observer sipping their pints and made small talk. Under the table, Shelley drew her almond-shaped nails along the creases of Pascal’s jeans on the inside of her thigh. The sensation awakened her sex. Shelly’s hand sat firmly at the crotch and thigh intersection, massaging and feeling Pascal pull her Kegels tight to control her arousal.
Dominic was at the bar people-watching. Tonight, he would hunt for a willing victim. He wanted a woman who needed to be taken, but he wanted the hunt to be challenging. He re-ordered whiskey sour when Pascal came up next to him and ordered 2 pints.
“Hi, how was your day?” he asked.
Indifferently Pascal replied with a smile and a nod. She was somewhat apathetic to men in general, but men in bars making small talk just annoyed her. She collected her drinks, smiled politely and turned and walked away. Dominic laughed and threw his head back at her response. He continued to watch the bar, barely touching his drink, inspecting and determining who he wanted to hunt tonight. The thrill of Shelley’s indifference titillated and amused him. He finished his drink and strolled over to the cozy corner Pascal and Shelley had been occupying. His 6 foot 3 frames completely blocked the lady’s view of the bar when he approached. His smile and the tenor of his voice oozed sex. His desire showed on his face as he introduced himself and asked if he could join the ladies for her drink.
Shelly immediately responded to his sexual aura by offering her hand and introducing her and her lover. The conversation moved smoothly from covid and how they had survived the lockdown job loss working remotely and food shortages for the past year. Shelly explained that she had met Pascal when she was working a contract for a hotel here in Macedonia about a year before Covid had struck.
The energy that flowed between Pascal and Dominic was palpable. He wanted to reach over the indifferent Pascal and kiss Shelly until she lost her breath. He envisioned pinning her against the door as he ravished those are erect nipples. The flirting and innuendo continued as they drank, and people watched from the corner of the pub. The ladies excuse themselves to go to the washroom. As they walked away from the table, Shelly hooked her finger into the belt loop of Pascal’s jeans as though to keep her close. The two went directly into a stall in the bathroom where Shelley stood and waited for Pascal to undress her. Pascal undid Shelley’s jeans and slid them down around her knees for her. She then turned and faced the door. Well, shall they relieve herself from the bear she had rented? Pascal’s head was lowered, and her hands laid flat against her thighs. As Shelley cleared herself when she was finished, Pascal turned, knelt and licked her mistress clean. From the kneeling position, she asked permission to dress Shelly again. She did not respond. Instead, she slid her hip forward and opened her knees, signalling her sub to do as she was supposed to. Pascal licked and sucked her mistress’ clitoris, feeling the clit go rock hard as her tongue encircled and licked, then suckling furiously until Shelley’s juices release and her body stopped gyrating against her face. Pascal pressed Shelly’s face into her throbbing cunt. Shelly’s tongue licked the moisture from her Dommes’s vagina and fucked her with her tongue. The bathroom door and stalls opened and close at least once while Shelley pleasured her Master.
When she was sexually satiated, Shelly stood and said, “you can dress me now. You may not like how the rest of the evening will play out, but you will do, watch and learn. Do you understand?” Pascal nodded a rode and opened the stall door. She approached the sink.
“Don’t wash your face, I w, and I him to taste me on your mouth and tongue.”
“Yes, mistress, “Pascal replied, “may I wash my hands?”
She kissed Shelley on the cheek, looked into her eyes and said, “I want you to please me this evening by being very obedient?” Pascal lowered hr head and consented to do as she was told.
As Shelley washed her hands, she explained that she wanted Pascal to return to the table, slide in so that she would be next to their new friend. She was to slide close to him, face him and make eye contact. Hold his gaze, do blink as you need to, but don’t speak.
“Yes, mistress,” Shelley fell in behind her mistress, and they returned to the table.
Dominic fought the urge to adjust himself and rub the erection, which pressed against his button fly. Everything about this woman was attractive. She had a presence about her. A quiet confidence that made her worthy of being hunted. Pascal was a soft, beautiful woman, but he could tell that she would prefer he went away. As the night wore on, the pub became more crowded, and the music got louder, and flirting became exponentially more challenging. He was casually scrolling through his phone and scanning the bar population.
Pascal did as she was told and slid in next to their new friend. She slid until her thigh pressed against his, and her face was so close, she could feel the heat coming off of his face. Pascal slid in tightly behind Shelley, pressing Pascal tightly between her and Dominic. Pascal was aware of her body and noticed how being pressed between these two strong people gave her the same comfort and satisfaction as wearing her collar and being constrained by her mistress. Instinctually he leaned back and took a moment to read the vibe. Pascal pressed into her mistress, waiting for her to speak to this man. Mistress didn’t talk. Instead, she reached around Pascal and ran her manicured fingers along the side of his face and down his collar. She kissed Pascal’s neck and held his gaze. Pascal stretched and laid her head on her mistress’ shoulder lingering in the sensation of heat and pressure against her cerotic.
He smiled wryly, “there is nothing I can say right now that isn’t going to sound cheezie.”
“Let’s try, honest. You are both magnificent.”
Shelley withdrew her hand and held Pascal’s face as they kissed.
Dominic turned his body into the woman, “This is my regular pub, but I’ve never seen either of you here before?”
“No, we are live a few hours away. We’re here to do some camping.”
“Well, you aren’t camping now?”
“No, we are not,” she said as she ran her fingers down his forearm.
“Have you been to Guise, the local gay bar?
Pascal joined the conversation, “we have all the gay we need, right here.”
Dominic’s laugh was lovely and natural, “that is awesome! I want to get to know you two much better.” I’m going to pop to the toilet.
As he left, the women chatted while Shelly was smiling broadly and delighted with what he was offering. Pascal was less impressed but adored her mistress and wanted her to be happy. “Is this what you wish to Madame?
“She squeezed Pascal’s hand. “yes.”
“As you wish” She haled deeply and exhaled slowly as she watched Dominic cross the bar towards them.
To be continued…
princesspuddles says
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canedvixen says
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