Fenix At The Diner

By Jax

Fenix leans forward on her stool, leaning her elbows on the diner’s macadam countertop, her wide green eyes sparkling as she glances down the counter. Tanned and lean, she lounges on the stool, her long legs thrust idly out, her tight red dress clinging to her every curve, her firm breasts, narrow waist and wide graceful hips. Her heart-shaped face is framed by long curly red hair that tumbles across her shoulders and down her back. “Hey,” she calls.

 

Down the counter, Frances glances up at her from rubbing the scarred plastic counter with a dirty cloth, her long wavy orange hair tumbling out from beneath her cap in a fall of firey curls falls away from her narrow gray eyes as she glances at Fenix. “Yes?” she asks.

 

“Come here,” Fenix says, gesturing with her hand; this early, they are the only two in the diner.

 

Curious, Frances walks over, her tan uniform tight around her tight lean frame. “Yes?” she asks, standing opposite Fenix, laying her hands on the counter.

 

Fenix cocks her head to the side, glancing up at Frances. “Since it’s just you and me,” she says softly, her red lips curved in an inviting smile. “Why don’t you and I pass the time together?"

 

Frances blinks at her in surprise. “Oh,” she says softly. “Well- thank you, but, I don’t swing that way.”

 

Fenix lays her hands on Frances’, gently running her fingers over Frances’ soft skin. “Who said you have to swing?” she asks. “Just go with the flow.”

 

“Well, I-”

 

Without a word, Fenix reaches across the counter and grabs Frances by the straps of her apron. She pulls Frances close and kisses her gently on the lips.

 

Frances freezes, then her lips part and she moans softly as their tongues meet and twine, testing and tasting each other. Frances melts against Fenix, her moans rising and Fenix lowers her hands to the waitress’ breasts, squeezing and kneading them through the thin material of her uniform.

 

Fenix slides across the counter, pulling open the top of her dress, letting her full round breasts sway freely; Frances tears open her uniform, pulling down her white bra to bare her firm pert breasts to the air.

 

Fenix lets off Frances’ lips to trail kisses down her chin and neck to lay her lips over Frances’ nipple, sucking and licking it to make it stand up firm and hard in her mouth.

 

Frances throws her head back and gasps with pleasure, her arms going around Fenix’s shoulder, holding her close as Fenix switches to her other breast, running her tongue around the nipple in a circle, running her hot wet tongue against it, over it, kissing and suckling at it until Frances moans, her eyes pressed shut, her breath coming short.

 

Fenix tears Frances’ uniform open, baring her tight belly and lacy white panties: she presses Frances to the floor. “Oh, my god!” Frances gasps. “What if someone comes in-” her protest ends in a moan as Fenix presses her fingers into Frances’ pussy. 

 

“Then they’ll get a great show,” Fenix whispers, tearing the soft panties away. She lowers her lips to Frances’ pussy, sliding her tongue through the soft folds of Frances’ slit to slide over the hard little nub of her clit.

 

Frances moans as Fenix kisses and licks her below, sending warm spark flying through her body, a rising fire that spreads over her, sending her higher and higher toward a desperate, screaming climax.