A Sandwich Bar That Shall Not Be Named

It took me a small while to finally leave the office building. After having rested for a few minutes and admiring the ladies around me, I got up from my chair and tried to leave.

“Tried” because not stopping to grope an ass here and a boob there was a really difficult task. It seemed that every few steps I walked in any direction I would stop to shove my hand down someone’s cleavage and maul their breasts or pull up a skirt and slap a butt cheek or lean in and kiss someone’s lips almost savagely.

By the time I had made it to the entrance again I had recovered enough from my orgasm that I was even humping a few girls as they worked before moving on again. But the important thing was that I had made it to the entrance, even if it took me a while.

And now a bunch of employees were getting back from lunch. Damn.

That was quite the crowd of women flesh walking through the front doors toward me. But hunger won over temptation in the end. I was pretty hungry.

Getting a hold of myself I waited for an opening in the crowd and walked out onto the street. The sounds of downtown hit me once again as I stepped outside. Cars drove by and pedestrians walked along the sidewalk. I could even hear a train in the distance. And once again I became giddy at all the possibilities in front of me. The excitement threatened to have me in a fit of giggles right here outside of this office. A fit of giggles that I quickly suppressed. Even though, looking around at the other pedestrians, I knew it wouldn’t have made much of a difference anyway.

I took a deep breath and started walking. From here I just meandered my way towards the centre of town, trying to decide on where to eat. I wasn’t in a hurry or anything. I was hungry yeah, but not starving. So, I thought I’d try and see what my choices were.

I walked down the sidewalks and waited at the pedestrian crossings along with women on their way to do shopping or on their way home. I just walked along with them as part of the crowd. Occasionally I would feel some of them up for the heck of it.

I marvelled again at how everything felt so real. Like I hadn’t been transported to some strange version of my world. The hustle and bustle of the city life was genuine. All the sights and sounds were exactly the same as my world. The only difference being the lack of men. And that was a difference that I could live with.

And also the fact that I could stop any of these women on the street, turn them around, bend them over and fuck them right here in public. I could definitely live with that.

However, there was still this niggling feeling in the back of my head that at some point this dream experience would shatter every time I reached out to someone’s butt or chest. Maybe it was exactly because it felt so real that I felt like this. But then I would remember all the things I’ve done today and become emboldened again.

It went like that for a few more blocks, constantly groping my way through the city, before I came across a more open area of town. I was walking down a street I’ve never been down before that ran between a nice-looking park on the right and a large car park on the left that had an assortment of shops and eateries around it. On one side of the car park, the side furthest from me, there was even a fitness centre.

Upon seeing this I stopped walking. And I couldn’t stop the stupid grin from spreading across my face at the sight. A fitness centre, in other words a gym. A place where people go to get into shape by lifting weights or running on treadmills or by using other fitness machines. All while wearing gym attire. In the case of women, they would wear things like sports bras, yoga pants, shorts and the like. Heck they might even have classes where there would be a group of them in a room standing in rows on yoga mats while going through group exercises.

And they would all be hot and sweaty. My cheeks ached from smiling so much at the thought. Ah, but first I must eat. At one of these small restaurants dotted around the edge of this car park.

Between the sidewalk I was on and the car park to my left there was only a slight slope and a few bushes planted in intervals around the perimeter. So, I just skidded briefly down it and walked towards the edge, weaving through parked cars and stopping to let cars drive past.

Once I made it to the sidewalk running down the line of shops, I could already see a few women walking back and forth wearing sexy workout clothes. It looked like most of them were hanging around the more healthier looking restaurants. There were women in normal looking outfits too, going back and forth. It looked like they were mostly interested in the grocery store and only a few of the others.

Looking away from the girls in sexy clothes for a second I decided to eat at a place that seemed to sell sandwiches as their main food item. They had some other stuff too but I only wanted something quick to eat like a sandwich before I go exploring that gym. Plus, there were a good number of gym girls eating here already.

I stepped inside the sandwich place. It had seven tables, three of them were two-seaters along the left wall. There were two tables on the opposite wall, those being bigger, being able to seat four. Then there were the two tables in the middle that could seat four each as well.

The far-right corner is where the counter stood with displays of all their food, a fridge with their drinks and a menu above the head of the girl at the counter. I could also see the door leading to what I assumed to be the kitchen behind her. There was also a door leading to a toilet on the left side of the room.

Standing near the entrance I took a head count of all the girls eating here. There were two sitting to the left at one of the two-seaters. Three were sitting together on one of the tables to the right. And two more were sitting at one of the middle tables. So, seven in total.

Now, should I just go and get my own food, and most likely not have to pay, or should I immediately sit with someone and have them ignore me as I eat some of their food?

Those three on the right seemed like they had a lot to get through between them. Maybe I should help them out.

I walked over to them and took a seat next to a brunette with a blue crop top and black Capri pants that stopped just past the knees. He chest looked very full in the crop top so I guessed she was maybe a large C-cup.

The woman across from me had dark blonde hair and was wearing a red sports bra and, after looking under the table, her own Capris but all the way to the ankles and with some kind of artistic print on them. Her tits weren’t that big at a mid B-cup.

Her friend next to her was another brunette, with long hair in a ponytail. Now, she had one of the sexiest bodies I’ve seen yet. She was wearing a black crop top that seemed a size too small as her D-cup breasts seemed to be spilling out the top. And looking under the table again, I saw that she was wearing the shortest of sports shorts showing off her amazing legs.

And… there’s my boner.

Taking my eyes off the girls for a second, I look at the food on the table. I see a couple sandwiches, a salad, some carrot sticks with dipping sauce, three smoothies and surprisingly a couple cookies. I guess you needed to get yourself a treat for working out.

Now, I wasn’t really a healthy eater, but I could definitely nibble on some of this stuff. I could eat part of both sandwiches, some of the carrots, maybe not the salad, drink some of the smoothies and a bit of a cookie and none of them would bat an eye at the sight of me, a stranger, eating their food. That now familiar rush of excitement ran through me at how absurd it would look in my world, but here I could do whatever I wanted.

“After the morning I had I got seven thousand steps down before I’ve even started my workout sesh.” The girl I was sitting next to was saying. “You think I should skip the treadmill?”

“I don’t think you should. It will ruin your routine if you skip stuff.” The dark blonde haired girl replied.

“Argh, but my legs…” The first brunette moaned at her friend.

“Well, you could take more breaks, I guess,” The blonde reasoned.

The brunette just grumbled to herself as she ate some of her sandwich.

It was then that the sexy brunette spoke up. “I could always give you a massage afterwards.” She said with a waggle of her eyebrows at the other brunette.

I could see a look of excitement pass over the girl’s face beside me when she heard that.

“Hmm, that sounds like a deal.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little at the flirting going on. I was nibbling on a carrot as I just simply watched these girls eat and talk. Eventually I would try a bite of the sandwiches, even when they were still in their hands.

One thing I did the most of, though, was grope them throughout this whole encounter. I couldn’t get enough of the tits of the girl next to me. I would squeeze her crop top covered breasts and run my hands up and down her capri covered legs as she talked with her friends about their workouts and their clothes, their friends and their gossip.

I felt up the warmth between her legs and licked a lot of her exposed skin. I would do all that as I ate some of their food and drank their smoothies, which were surprisingly good. I would even get up from my chair to touch, kiss and lick the other two girls, all the while eating their food.

This scene was so ridiculous I could’ve laughed. Anyone walking in on something like this would find it odd, if this happened in my world. They would call it sexual harassment and call the cops. These girls would freak out at what I was doing and try to get away. I wouldn’t have even dreamed of trying this in real life.

But it felt real. It felt like real life. Everything I’ve encountered since waking up felt like something that could happen. Not the whole no men thing, but even with only women around, the world felt like it was working. I didn’t feel like I was asleep or daydreaming. My brain was telling me that all of this was actually happening.

But I couldn’t dwell on the absurdity of this supposed reality as I was too busy enjoying myself with reaching into their cleavage to fondle their boobs.

It seemed like my boner had fully recovered and was rearing to go as it was poking the shoulder of the girl I was currently frisking. The sexy brunette that was showing the most skin.

I pressed my dick harder against her shoulder as I busied myself with her soft D-cup breasts. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how amazing boobs can feel. And this girl had such an erotically fit body. She definitely kept up with her routine.

“…I’ve been thinking about finding a new job.” Said the girl next to the one I was touching.

“Oh? Why’s that?” The girl with the blue crop top asked.

“They’re not giving me enough shifts and the pay just isn’t enough anymore.” The blonde explained.

“Ah. Where are you thinking of applying then?” Blue crop top questioned.

“If you want, I could put in a good word at my place for you?” The flirty brunette piped in.

“Come on, I don’t have any experience being a masseuse.”

“Ha! I barely knew anything when I started. Besides, I could teach you basically everything we do in only a couple days,” The flirt scoffed.

“It can’t be that easy, can it?” Blue asked sceptically as she sipped her smoothie.

Man, it’s really confusing when you don’t have their names.

They went on in that vein. They talked about job hunting and all that jazz as I just got an idea about where to put my jizz.

…Okay, that was a bad joke. But still, after watching the brunette in the blue top drink her smoothie, I couldn’t help but wonder that perhaps I was in fact a little sick in the head for considering doing what I was about to do.

But then again, I wouldn’t have dreamed of doing it in the real world. Here though…

The girls continued to talk as I went on with feeling them up. This time I lowered my track pants and took myself in hand. For the next minute or so I jerked the gherkin as the girls ate their salad and sandwiches. My other hand fondled everything I could see. I grabbed their tits, squeezing them into new shapes, tweaking their nipples every now and then. I reached down and rubbed their pussies over and under their clothes. I poked their faces and prodded their lips just because I could. I laughed at the silly faces they made from my finger poking. Ahh, this is never gunna get old.

Most of all, I poked them with a different appendage. Probably my favourite one.

I rubbed and poked and humped them as much as I could from the awkward angles that were available to me. Good thing the chairs didn’t have large backs on them. I could make contact with their arms, shoulders and backs and I even had a moment of armpit sex with the blonde at some point.

Wasn’t as good as I thought that would be. It was pretty funny, though. Might have needed some lotion or something to make it a smoother experience.

Anyway, I was almost ready. I just needed one last thing. I moved over to the hottest of the three again and bent down to her ear and licked it, shoving my tongue in the hole before retracting it to tell her what I wanted.

“Give me a blow job,” I whispered into her ear.

She didn’t stop talking to her friends until after she turned to look at me in response. She nodded at me quite passively before bending down to take me into her mouth.

And damn! Her nod may have been passive but what she was doing with her tongue and lips was nothing short of professional. I just leaned back a little with my dick thrust forward and let her do her thing. Her friends chatted on without her, making it seem like it was natural that she be taken out of the conversation by my dick.

I also idly noted as this girl slurped on the head of my penis that as long as I told a girl to do something they’ll do it, but if I just do something like kissing Clara and Sana this morning then they won’t make any move to reciprocate my actions. If I had just shoved my dick in this athletic girl’s mouth, then she would in all likelihood not have done anything. She wouldn’t have leaned away or anything, just allowed me entry passively.

But because I told her to blow me, she’s now blowing me. And blow me she did.

She took me deeper into her mouth, the warmth from her breath tickled the rest of my dick that she hadn’t managed to take in. The wet feeling of her tongue on the underside of my cock made me groan a little. No one paid attention of course.

“Faster,” I told her. I was looking forward to what I was going to do so I had to hurry this along.

The sexy brunette picked up the pace of her head bobbing and wrapped her right hand around my dick at the base.

The extra speed had me breathing hard and stroking her hair in encouragement. I wasn’t sure if the stroking even made a difference.

Her friends were still talking amongst themselves while she attempted to take me as far as she could go. And she actually managed to reach her hand that was clasped around the base. From there she tried a few more times to push me down her throat, each time sending me into bliss. Every time she needed to come up for air she would use her hand that was wrapped around me to jack me off, sending me closer to the edge.

After all the sex I’ve had today it wasn’t any wonder how I was able to last under such a good blowjob without exploding down her throat.

After a few more strokes I was ready to let loose. She let me retreat from her mouth when I told her to stop. When I brought my dick out I went straight to jacking myself off at a pace that would keep me at the very edge. I then took the smoothie that belonged to the sexy brunette that had attempted to deep throat me. I lowered it below my dick and aimed right inside while still jacking off.

Once my aim was steady I looked at the girls again as my blowjob girl leapt back into the conversation again. I stared at their chests clothed in crop tops with their cleavages drawing my eye. The fact that they didn’t care at all that a guy standing right next to them was jerking off into their friend’s smoothie made this so incredibly arousing. A warmth spread from my crotch area to the rest of my body as I felt the first spurts thunder from the head of my cock.

My knees went a little weak and I had to fight to stay upright even as my body wanted to lean back and get carried away by my orgasm.

More semen shot from my dick and into the tall glass of smoothie. I could hear the sound of something being poured into it in short spurts. It was so arousing, I couldn’t stop pumping my hand while I watched the girls’ bodies this close up. Once my load was dying down I was surprised when I felt another one right on the heels of the first. Not wasting anytime, I pumped even more and let loose again. This time was much shorter than the first but no less pleasurable.

Once my dick had well and truly died down I set the smoothie down in front of the sexy brunette and wiped the last few drops of cum from the tip of my dick right on the top she was wearing.

I lifted my track pants back up, tucking my dick away and sat back down on the chair next to the girl in the blue top.

I only waited a moment sitting there staring at the sexy brunette when she picked up her glass to drink. I saw her gulp it down a few times and one of the biggest rushes of satisfaction I’ve ever felt came over me.

She didn’t even grimace at the likely change in taste. God damn, I think I love this world. I may never want to leave. Maybe.

Leaning back with a sigh I picked up a few carrot sticks, dunked them in whatever dip they had and ate.