“But what about something like…” he began, and she watched as he pushed two fingers of each hand under the edge of her skimpy top and run them slowly downward. As he did so, he worked them around the edges of her breasts, pushing the ample flesh up and out of the confines of the fabric and against the already strained knot. Continuing his way down, he forced both of her tits up and out, bringing both sets of fingers around the bottom of each and ensuring that both were nicely displayed. The top was still clenched at the knot, but the rest of it was pulled out around each orb, providing enough support to push them tantalizingly together and even perk them up more than they normally were.
“Damn,” Vince said, grinning as she glanced over, the other two echoing his sentiment.
“See, this is why I get such good tips,” she said, cupping both hands under Bryce’s and moving them back up to cover her breasts and causing him to squeeze each. “That and men being such predictable lechers,” she added.
“Yeah, but do you actually let every guy that comes in grope and grab you like that?” Travis asked.
“If he’s not a complete twerp, then I don’t mind,” she said with a shrug. “It really just depends on the guy. I mean… I put up with more than I probably should.”
“Yeah, don’t you remember the story from earlier where she totally didn’t have sex with that random dude in the men’s room,” Bryce said, his tone extremely sarcastic.
She snickered quietly. “I told you honey, he was a gentleman and wouldn’t fuck me,” she said at length, then continued. “No matter how much I begged him to.”
Bryce laughed, “I’m gonna have to have a talk with this guy. I just don’t believe that a dude could pass up that ass. In fact, I’m a little offended that he did!”
She giggled and scooted over on the couch and fixed him with an amused look. He’d still been playing with her boobs while they’d been talking, and she actually did want the massage to continue. “I didn’t think about offering him my ass,” she said, giggling a bit more.
Bryce’s smirk appeared and she saw that he hadn’t seen that one coming. “Nice,” he said, nodding in approval. “Nah…” he continued after a few seconds, “I’m just assume that he got up in that pussy.”
“You go right ahead,” she said, and rolled her eyes in amusement. “Marvin,” she said, turning a bit to regard him. “My boyfriend is too busy slut-shaming me to finish my massage. Would you mind?”
“Hell no,” he said, smiling widely and reaching up as she giddily scooted over and turned around moving to lift her hair up as she did so.
“I’m not slut shaming, baby,” Bryce pointed out. “I’m doing the opposite. I’m slut-praising!”
She laughed genuinely at him as Marvin’s hands started to do wonders to her shoulders.
“Still, I do owe the guy you totally didn’t fuck a drink if I ever get to meet him,” Bryce continued. “He must have been doing something right, judging by how fucking wet your pussy was earlier.”
She moaned in pleasure, partly from Bryce’s words and partly from Marvin’s hands working at her muscles. After a few seconds, she’d recovered and glanced up to respond.
“What makes you think it wasn’t your friends that got me all hot and soaked my panties, or you for that matter?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m sure it did, but you can’t tell me he didn’t prime your engine first,” Bryce said.
She was momentarily distracted by Marvin again, groaning in pleasure as he worked at her shoulders, pushing his thumb into a particular knot of muscle.
“My boy treatin’ you right?” Bryce asked, grinning as she glanced up.
“God, yes,” she muttered, and glanced back. She saw that Marvin was having to lean over a bit and saw another opportunity to escalate things. “Oh, Marvin,” she said, turning and looking more fully at him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you were having to lean over so much.”
“Huh?” he asked, looking up. “Oh… it’s alright.”
She shook her head and stood up, surreptitiously flashing a secretive grin at Bryce as she moved in front of where Marvin was sitting and gestured for him to spread his legs. He did so and she quickly sat down, half on his lap and half on the couch cushion.
“Is that okay?” she asked, concealing her amusement at already being able to feel his bulge moving around as it nudged her butt and tried to get her attention.
He nodded and resumed massaging her neck, his hands working at her as they had been before.
“God that feels good,” she said, and looked up to see what the other two were doing. Both were watching her, their eyes moving from her tits to elsewhere, then back to her chest again.
“That looks like it’s getting painful,” Bryce pointed out, and reached over to start fumbling with the knot holding the top on.
“A little,” she said, playing the part even though the fabric squeezing her breasts together wasn’t actually hurting.
He managed to get the top undone and slipped it off, tossing it away as she reached up to lift and massage each of her ample orbs a few times.
“I bet Marvin can handle that,” Bryce said, grinning widely at the others and eliciting some laughs. In support of the suggestion, Marvin moved his hands from her shoulders and up around to both of her breasts. His strong, persuasive hands kneaded her soft flesh, eliciting a moan of delight, much to her surprise.
“Ooo, I can definitely handle being massaged wherever you like,” she said. “Now I just wish one of you had a foot fetish.”
She’d intended it as a light-hearted joke but was surprised when Vince slid from his chair and down in front of where she was sitting, his hands lifting one of her feet and starting to rub.
“Mmm, my boys like taking care of me?” she asked, closing her eyes and leaning back into Marvin as he gently massaged her breasts.
“There’s just something I really dig about massaging a girl,” Vince said, drawing her attention back to him as he began to knead and rub the bottoms of one of her feet.
“I hear you,” Bryce said, and she glanced over to see that he was watching the scene with an amused smile. “There’s something intimate about it, for sure.”
She snickered. “Well, you don’t always get to touch a girl so intimately or affectionately,” she pointed out. “I mean, you do with me because I’m just a big slut, but in general you don’t.”
“I gotta agree with Bryce though,” Travis said.
She glanced over and leaned up at Marvin’s subtle urging, his hands moving from her breasts back up to her shoulders. She suppressed a frown of disappointment, wondering if he thought that she’d been kidding about enjoying the breast massage.
“About the guy in the restaurant, I mean,” he continued. “I’m not calling you a liar or anything, but you said that he’d orchestrated his girlfriend into fucking this other dude, right?”
She nodded, interested to see where this was going and amused at the same time.
“Right, weird and not my personal preference, but who am I to begrudge a dude’s fantasies,” Travis went on. “But you and him are listening in the stall next to his girlfriend fucking someone else, yeah?”
“Yeah,” she confirmed. “If I’m not mistaken, it was anal sex that she’d been told she could do with him.” She glanced down, gingerly spreading her knees apart and opening a subtle view between her legs for Vince. He didn’t notice right off, focusing intently on adequately massaging her foot.
“Goddamn, anal?” Bryce asked.
She giggled and nodded, adding a shrug to show that she didn’t think it was a big deal.
“Yeah, but again, details,” Travis said. “Each dude has his thing and I’m not the guy to shame him for it. My point is, he’s a dude.”
She looked back over at him, smirking at him to show that she didn’t get his point.
“I mean… he’s got this smoke-show of a waitress in there with him, and you guys weren’t just standing there, am I right?” he asked.
“You are,” she confirmed. “I’d felt how hard and big his cock was pretty earlier on. I couldn’t help myself and slid my hand inside his pants and started jerking him off, as much and as quietly as I could in that position.”
Travis fell silent for a moment, cleared his throat and the looked back up at her with a new smile on his face.
“That’s my slutty-ass girlfriend y’all,” Bryce added, sounding proud of her antics.
“He was enjoying himself, too,” she continued. “He was making too much noise, so I popped my tits out and pulled his face down to occupy his mouth.”
“Goddamn,” Marvin commented, the others laughing.
“See… that’s what I mean though,” Travis said. “Dude has this smokin’ hot girl and she’s obviously ready to go… and he doesn’t?”
Alex looked up and over at him in surprise. “Do you think I’m lying?”
“No, no!” Travis said quickly. “I’m saying…” he paused, looking at Bryce… “dude… back me up on this. If you were in that guy’s place, you’d have tried to hit it. Am I right?”
“Motherfucker, in a heartbeat,” Bryce confirmed. “I’d be making all kinds of noise and shit so my girlfriend in the next stall would hear me and shit.”
Alex laughed and sighed in contentment as Vince moved to her other foot and started rubbing. She glanced down at him, seeing him staring up between her legs. In response, she spread them a little further. She subtly ran her tongue along her lower lip, tantalizingly slow. He swallowed hard as a slight smile came to his lips.
“Marv?” Travis asked.
“I dunno man, honestly,” Marvin said. “I mean, look at the setting. They were in the men’s room at a restaurant. Some dudes ain’t about doing it in public like that.”
“I’ll give you that,” Travis conceded. “But say it was like at a party or something.”
“Yeah,” Marvin confirmed a few seconds later. “I see what you’re saying, and I’d agree with you. Most guys would have taken advantage of the situation.”