Carol sped up

Not now, Carol thought. I need something in me other than cock. She stepped quickly into the restaurant, noting her necklace had turned to red as soon as she entered.

She looked around for a table that she liked -- a window table looked like a good option so she could indulge in some people-watching while she ate. She sat down and picked up the menu that was already on the table.

A waitress came over after a minute or two. Carol thought her uniform was designed to meet male expectations of a sexy waitress but in a comic book way like Hooters, which had always seemed just a little tongue in cheek to her. The waitress leaned in Carol got a good view of her cleavage. Probably only a 32B, she thought, but the tight top gave her the look of a 32D.

She ordered avocado on sourdough with a sparkling mineral water and handed the menu back to the waitress.

“Well, just look at that,” the waitress muttered, looking up from her notepad.

Carol followed the waitress’ gaze and saw that the two men she had seen on her way to the restaurant had been luckier with the next woman -- they had caught a busty blonde. She was dressed as though she had been playing tennis, though they were now quickly stripping her of her clothes. She was resisting, or perhaps only pretending to resist, but they quickly had the tennis skirt off her, leaving her with only her underwear. Virginal white, Carol noted with a wry smile.

“You have a ring side seat to the show,” the waitress suggested.

Carol looked at the badge on the uniform the waitress was wearing. “I sure do, Rebecca,” she replied. “Looks like I picked the best table.”

Rebecca skipped away to fetch the food and Carol turned to look out the window again.

The underwear was gone now. The absence of any visible pubic hair made it impossible for Carol to determine whether the tennis player was a natural blonde, though she was obviously a natural at giving a blowjob. She was on her knees in front of the men with one cock in her mouth, while her hand jerked on the other. After a minute or so Carol saw her swap over so each cock had the benefit of her mouth.

“Excuse me, your avocado, ma'am.”

Carol turned and saw Rebecca was back with her snack, placing it on the table. She noticed that Rebecca looked out the window to see where the action had got to.

“Will they be satisfied with a blowjob?” asked Carol.

“It depends,” Rebecca shrugged. “There’s plenty of options on offer for them here, so they might just move on and give themselves some recovery time.”

That reminded Carol of something that Thalia had mentioned. “Do you know what the Coolidge effect is? Someone mentioned it to me earlier and said I should look it up.”

“It’s one of the things they cover in basic training here to explain what is going on. The story is President Coolidge and his wife are visiting a chicken farm. They each have a separate itinerary. Mrs Coolidge noticed there is only one rooster and a lot of hens. She asked the guide ‘How often does the rooster have sex?’ The guide told her, ‘Thousands of times a day’. She replied back, ‘Please tell the President that.’ The guide then tells the president to which he asks, ‘Is it the same hen?’ The guide answers, ‘No, it's always a different hen’. The president said, ‘Please tell Mrs. Coolidge.’ That’s why men here are able to have sex many more times a day than if they were only with their wives or girlfriends -- we provide them with a lot of hens.”

“Does the same apply to women?” Carol wondered.

“I think we are wired differently,” Rebecca replied. “I know that when I’ve had an orgasm I’m pretty much ready to go immediately again and it gets easier and feels better the more orgasms I have. While that works with one partner in pretty much the same way as with many, I don’t have to worry that they are going to roll over and go to sleep until tomorrow after they had cum since I'm sure there will be another man ready to go in a minute or two.”

Carol nodded.

“Oh my,” Rebecca gasped, looking past Carol.

Carol turned to look out the window and saw the blonde being streaked with streams of cum from the two cocks as her hands masturbated them in parallel.

“They have either just arrived or been taking the advice to drink plenty of fluids very seriously,” Rebecca giggled. She smiled and left Carol to her appetizer.

As Carol took a bite of the avocado on sourdough, she recognized the man entering the restaurant -- it was Carlos! He was smartly dressed with a bit of a spring in his step.

She turned away hoping he wouldn’t notice her.