Little Flows

“You heard him…go ahead, jerk yourself off for me…but no touching,” she said once again.

The stranger quickly looked about, ensuring that there was no one else anywhere near us, and then proceeded to unzip his trousers. In seconds he’d removed his cock, which even I had to admit, was a bit larger than my own, though I could also see as he stood there fisting himself, it wasn’t quite nearly as hard either. Obviously, he was still a bit nervous.

“Got a nice juicy squirt in there for me?” Dania asked as the guy continued to stand there fisting his cock, staring at her gorgeous tits.

“Oh yeah…yeah!” He grimaced and then seemed to freeze for a moment, his hand holding still until the first shot of sperm leapt from his prick. It fell a bit short, so he moved over a bit closer, now pointing it directly between her breasts, though still without touching, and proceeded to jerk himself the rest of the way off onto her. He managed to get one or two fairly good squirts on her tits, before stepping back, almost too quickly.

“Thank you,” Dania grinned, closing her door. And almost the moment she did, she turned the key starting the car. The guy still hadn’t put his dick away yet as we backed out of the stall, waving at him as we did so. He waved back, only then realizing his cock was still sticking out, and then turned to shove it back inside his pants as we drove off.

“Still don’t think I’m perverted or too kinky for you?” She asked.

She was still topless, cum still clinging to her breasts as we pulled through the exit way, handing her ticket out the window to the startled clerk who was sitting there. He handed her change back to her, pressed the button to release the barrier though his mouth was open almost the entire time.

“Let me think about that and get back to you,” I said as we pulled back out onto the street again. I reached over, throwing her blouse over and around her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing it exactly, but at least her boobs weren’t showing as we drove down the street back to my office.

**

By the time we got back, everyone else who worked there had already gone. It was thankfully a small little business with only eight of us working there together. My car was the only one still sitting in the lot. Dania pulled up next to mine, though she kept the engine running. I stepped out.

“So, are we still friends?”

“Very much so,” I said, grinning at her.

“And you’ll still come to see me in the morning?”

“I will,” I said, nodding my head.

“And…and will you come on my tits again for me?” she asked.

“Glad to…any time,” I told her.

She smiled at that. “We open for business at seven,” she told me, though I already knew that. “But I get there about twenty minutes before Jack does,” she then said. “So I can begin setting up for the day.

Jack was the owner, and probably the best short-order cook I’d ever seen behind the counter. I wondered briefly if he knew anything about Dania’s fetish. As though reading my mind, she spoke.

“Jack’s happily married, and no…he has no idea,” she informed me. “Anyway…if you’re up that early, feel free to drop by. I’ll give you a free morning cup of coffee if you decide to come by.” With that, she waved and backed out of the lot, leaving me to stand there looking after her, long after she had gone.

**

I was sitting in my car parked across the street from the diner when I saw Dania pull into the lot behind the café’. She appeared moments later, stopped briefly looking over towards me, and then unlocked the door stepping in. I got out of my car and slowly wandered over across the street. She was waiting for me, opening the door the moment I reached it.

“Good morning,” she grinned, even going so far as to give me a kiss on the cheek. She closed the door, locking it, the “Closed” sign still showing in the window. It was just after six. “You’re up early,” she smiled, tossing a quick glance down at my crotch as she made her way around the counter, coffee already well on its way to being ready as they had it on a self-making timer. “About another five minutes on the coffee is all,” she told me, putting two cups and two saucers on the counter.

“Yeah, surprised I am,” I told her, meaning it both ways, as I’d hardly gotten any sleep at all, tossing and turning half the night, anxious, excited, and yet still more than a little confused by all this. But…I also had an erection already too. And had had, ever since I’d parked the car over in the company lot just thinking about her.

“I noticed,” she grinned letting me know that we both knew what we were talking about. It was too obvious not to, and frankly, I didn’t care. “Jack shouldn’t be in for another half hour or so,” she told me. “Never late…never early.”

“So…” I said, fingering my empty saucer, spinning it.

“So…” She responded back. “We can sit here and make nice, waste what precious time we do have, or…”

“Or?”

“Or…you can take that nice hard cock out, and shoot some cum between my tits if you’d like…up to you though, don’t want to force you into doing anything you don’t want to do.”

Simple as that. Take out my cock, jack it off, squirt it between her tits.

“Ok,” I said standing, unzipping my fly.