1. Happy Endings


    Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    passing time. After a while she locked her phone - arguments won, game stalemated, sex abandoned - put it away in a tiny handbag and finished her drink. She looked up and saw that the extremely fit-looking barboy she had been flirting with earlier had been replaced by a short, generously and sensuously rounded barmaid with short brown hair. Myr gestured with her empty glass and smiled, and the barmaid came over. “Yes madam?” she said. “Please,” said Myr with a grin, holding out a hand. “My name’s Myr, what’s yours?” The barmaid took Myr’s hand and shook it uncertainly. “Ren,” she said. “Pleased to meet you, Ren,” said Myr. “I’ll have another G and T if you’d be so kind.” Myr leaned forward as she said this, folding her arms and using her elbows to push her breasts together. Her cleavage formed a deep, dark ravine barely separating two smoothly pale mountains of flesh, which drew in the eye and seductively beckoned the face to follow. Ren’s gaze shifted involuntarily, falling into that inviting shadow as though obeying some subliminal command. She was held there for a second or two, until the spell lifted and her panicked expression flicked up to meet Myr’s. Myr met her gaze, smiled and winked, and Ren’s face flushed pink. She turned away quickly and walked to the back of the bar area, where a wide counter held a bewildering array of bottles. How cute , thought Myr, staring at the woman’s curvaceous rear as she bent to get a bottle of tonic water from a glass-fronted ...
    fridge. Like all the bar staff, Ren wore nondescript black trousers and a black shirt. It was a professional, unobtrusive and pointedly demure look, which could easily have rendered even the most desirable figure a mere background detail. Not for Myr, though. She had an eye for such things. She could spot a nice bum through a taped-up bin bag. As Ren crouched down her trousers - a little loose, perhaps - slipped down at the back to reveal a thin crescent of flesh and a sliver of pink cotton. Myr felt a hint of warmth stir between her legs, as she imagined teasing those pink knickers gently downward and sliding her tongue into what lay beneath. Ren straightened, tucking in the back of her shirt, and their eyes met in the large mirror over the counter. Myr gave a mischievous grin. Ren smiled nervously back, then looked away. Movement in the mirror caught her eye, and Myr saw a tall, thin man dressed as a prince approach her from behind, staring. He licked his lips, and his throat wobbled alarmingly as he swallowed. Oh no... “Oh my dear princess, my lady both sweet and fair,” he began in a reedy voice. Myr rolled her eyes. “Oh! How thy countenance doth reflect the very light of heaven like a still silver mere in the moonlight!” Myr turned very slowly and looked the man up and down. He was young - about twenty, she guessed - and gangly with it, possessing no chin to speak of. His face looked oily and desperate beneath a dreadfully-coiffured mop of lank brown hair, topped with an ...
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