"Now sit back, shut up and watch the maestro work his magic," Brodlinger commanded and then proceeded to wriggle his pudgy little fingers at the dumpy, over-the- hill waitress. At that moment, DeeDee was bending over the prostrate form of the Monochromatic Girl. The waitress was daubing the girl's flushed forehead with a damp napkin. She noticed the magazine the girl had been reading lying crumpled and folded- over in the corner of the seat. She reached over and picked it up, intending to place it on the table next to the girl's handbag. The magazine was called "New Age Woman" and underneath the title was the caption "Feminism for the 3rd Millenium".
DeeDee instantly pegged the girl as a college campus Feminazi. She had seen her kind before. They screamed against the oppression of a sexist, patriarchal society and yet in reality all they wanted was to get poked between the legs but were too insecure and afraid to spread 'em wide. Which was too bad, DeeDee thought as she looked at the girl. This little lady had some looks. DeeDee thought back on all the times she had gotten porked and smiled wistfully. It had been a while since she had gotten any, and there was nothing like a man caught in a thigh sandwich to brighten a sad day. As a matter of fact, DeeDee was feeling a little juicy right now and some man-meat sounded pretty good.
DeeDee sighed and put the magazine down. But her fingers inadvertantly opened the magazine up and she gasped at the photograph spread across the page. The article was entitled, "Gentle but Firm: Bondage and Discipline and the Fairer Sex". The picture spoke for itself and DeeDee couldn't believe what it was saying. What was even more impossible to believe was that the picture was actually turning her on. She looked from the photograph to the young woman lying half-prone on the booth seat. The girl was still in La-La Land, her eyes closed and a smile on her face. DeeDee's eyes fell from the girl's face to her black pleated skirt. One of her legs was pulled up on the seat and her skirt was bunched up at her crotch. This left the soft white skin from her knee to her inner thigh exposed and begging to be carressed. DeeDee's hand trembled a little bit as it moved forward toward the girl's leg.
The touch of her warm flesh sent shivers through DeeDee's body. It was almost electric. DeeDee had never felt like this, but then she had never wanted to do something so forbidden. The tips of her fingers moved along the girl's thigh until they reached the edge of the bunched up skirt. The pleated cloth was soft and inviting. DeeDee wondered what was underneath. She made a mental bet with herself and then pulled the skirt up. YES! She was right! Black lace panties. But the minute she touched them she pulled back. The panties were wet. She should have expected it, but she hadn't. And she had never touched another girl's cum before. A part of her was shocked, in a disapproving sort of way, but another part of her was curious. She raised her moist fingers to her face and breathed in the musky aroma. It smelled different from her own and she was pleasantly surprised to detect a hint of...cinnamon? Cinnamon coffee, DeeDee finally decided. I wonder if it tastes like cinnamon? she asked herself and then swallowed two of her fingers.
Mmmmmm
I think I want more of this DeeDee thought and reached down to the panties again. She slid her palm softly up and down the lace fabric. She loved the feel of the wet against her skin because now she wanted it. It was like she was sharing something secret with the girl, something special. DeeDee's hand pressed down more firmly as she continued to feel the girl's crotch. There was more there than just the wet lace. Underneath the black panites DeeDee could feel the soft rise of the girl's mound. With her fingers she traced the outline of the lips and the small but growing clit-head. Her thumb began to softly stroke the clit and after a few moments Monochromatic Girl let out a little moan.
DeeDee pulled her hand away again. Was the young woman coming out of it? Was she going to wake up and scream at finding a stranger fingering her clit? Was DeeDee's warm new fantasy over before it had really begun? The girl then opened her eyes and DeeDee stared down into her face. "Don't stop," the Monochromatic Girl whispered and then reached out for DeeDee's hand.
Sat Oct 30 12:59:21 1999