Good Dining

Back outside again, I started looking for my next place of entertainment, wondering if I should go farther away from where I first started or go back to the area around my point of origin. All this thinking had me standing in one place and tapping my foot on the pavement as I thought of how to progress. While thinking, I started being passed by a young brown-skinned Black girl whose sudden appearance made my eyes naturally track her as she went by. She was short, standing at 5'2, had dark brown eyes, and a mass of curly black hair that went down to her shoulders and bounced with vigor with each step she took. As she passed by me with her sleeveless orange shirt blowing in the wind along with her mid-thigh-length black skirt, I decided that I would follow her since if I went the way she came, then I'd be getting farther away from where I started, and that place was looking a little bit less flashy than where I came from. I jogged up to her and walked at her pace and looked to see what I could do with her. I looked at her chest and saw that she had a bust, even if it was just a little, so when we stopped at the crosswalk for the light, I got to pulling her shirt out of her skirt and taking it off her. I dropped her shirt on the ground and found myself looking at something I don't see very often, that "something" being the strapless and backless beige bra she had on. "Does it really stay on just by sticking to the sides of your torso?" I question what appears to be the adhesive that allows the bra to stay up and on her. But that wasn't the most fishy part of her bra, what really intrigued me was how her small-looking boobs were all bunched up in the thing, making her cleavage look very appeal, but at the same time very strange. As a person who doesn't exist, I did the most sensible thing and that was taking the bra off of her. I loosened the straps at its gore, and peeled off the things sticking to her sides.

With her bra now off, my suspicions have now been confirmed: she was wearing a push-up bra. I looked at the tag on it and it said she was a 36B, then I flung it away like it was just some band-aid. Her breasts might have been small, but they had weight to them, an amount that made them sag a little. I touched one of them with my hand, gently feeling it while pressing into her nipple. As the thought of using my other hand to grab her other breast came to me, I immediately realized that I couldn't since I still had that Hispanic girl's bra in it. "Wait! I know what I can do!" I say as an idea dawns upon me. I grab her arm that's closest to me and put it through the appropriate hole of the bra and go on over to her other side to the same exact thing. I slide both straps up her arms, onto her shoulders, and step back to laugh at how silly she looks with that large bra on her. I finish up by clasping the back of it which took no effort at all since there was no bust impeding me from doing so, and stepped back again to look at the inanity of her new appearance. I could clearly see her tits thanks to the spacing between them and the cups, and the way it was loosely fitted on her made her look like some child playing dress-up with their parent's clothing, a very buxom parent to be precise.

I see a walk signal in my peripheral view change from green to red, telling me that the crosswalk we're at is about to go from red to green. I step aside and let her walk ahead of me, that way I can trail behind her as she crosses. Seeing the ill-fitting bra go up and down with each step she took was very entertaining and was only made more fun by the fact that she was the odd one out in the group of well-dressed pedestrians crossing with us, excluding my naked-ass of course. I got to the other side with her and she made a right, therefore I made a right with her. I kept on walking with her, more focused on her quasi-toplessness than finding another place of dining to potentially fill up at. I spectated her for a few more seconds until my attention was taken away from her by a wide-stretching glass. I peered inside while still keeping pace with her and saw that it was a traditional diner, and definitely not one that was made to look old-fashioned like it was trying to play to a theme, but a very natural-looking and comfy one with how it didn't try to pop out like most modern-day restaurants do in order to attract customers. "I'ma go and leave now. You can keep the bra. I think you'll grow into it." I give my goodbye to the girl as she walks off without a care in the world for me.

I go back the way I came with her a little as that is where the entrance to the diner quaintly named Good Dining is. I pull its squeaky door open and step into the establishment that's playing classic rock at a low volume. There weren't a lot of people inside the restaurant as explained to me by how many booths and tables were vacant, not to mention the lack of chatter for such a decently sized place; guess I really was right about it not popping out for the sake of competition. I headed on into the seating area looking for something to do, specifically a female to use, but as luck would have it, there were none that I took interest in. "So many... elderly people." I said at the fifth old lady I saw sitting with another old person. I kept going deeper into the restaurant, turning when I got to the back, and turning again when I made it through the small path I turned on. Now heading back toward the front of the restaurant, I stop looking in the rows of seats for anything to get up to as I'm getting quite fed up by the amount of old people that are in here, and looking at someone's grandparent isn't helping with keeping my arousal up. I take to looking at the frames on the walls that feature events of the 20th century, old photos of the 20th century, or just drawings of the 20th century as it beats looking at way too wrinkly skin. I end up at the long counter where patrons can sit down on a cushioned stool and enjoy their meal with the option of looking at the staff working away.

I decide to sit myself down as I've never been to one of these diners. I look down the counter and see a small glass stand displaying a delectable chocolate fudge cake on its round surface. I immediately get up and go over to take off the glass cover that's over it, and from where I'm standing I inhale deeply and take its chocolate aroma in through my nostrils. I pick up the knife that was under the cover with it and was placed in the cut area of the cake and slice me a thin piece because I like having a proper meal before dessert. I halve my slice and shove the piece in my mouth like the fast eater I am and take extreme delight in the rich icing and texture of the flavorous cake. As I chewed on my premature dessert, I looked around as I enjoyed myself, and that was when I saw it: an attractive female. It was a waitress taking down orders as told from how she was facing the booth and jotting stuff down on a notepad. She was White and stood at about 5'6, and upon closer inspection I could tell that she was approaching her forties with how she was getting a tad wrinkly in the face. Her brown hair was tied back into a messy bun and her dark brown eyes were glued to the paper she was writing on as she occasionally nodded at the demands given to her. She clicked her pen and put it in the pocket at the front of her apron that was wrapped around her waist and paired well with the light blue button-up dress she had on as uniform as it went with the naturally retro ambiance of a diner.

She started heading towards me and I took that as an indication for me to wolf down the rest of the cake I had cut. I got up and approached her as she unknowingly did the same to me, openly holding my hands out at the same level her chest was as we drew nearer to one another. In just two seconds I had my hands planted on her chest, feeling her breasts through her bra and through her uniform. I went on to start unbuttoning her top and as I did so I noticed the name tag she had on. "Denise, if I could give you a tip, I would. Just for being here." I undo one more button and pull her shirt apart as much as it would allow me, "But I guess for now all I can do is this." I say as I go on to pull her bra cups down underneath the curvature of her 38C breasts that have pink nipples. I bring my head down to them and fit one of them inside my mouth as best I can while I squeeze the other one. After stretching my mouth over her one tit, I moved on to the other and reached my hands up under her dress and grabbed at her butt which felt modest in size. Done enveloping my mouth over her titty, I went on to lick the gap between her breasts in an upward motion just because I had the urge to. I licked all the way up to her neck and then her chin where I would then look at her plain face and start making out with it.

As I was having my session with Denise, I heard faint chatter coming from behind her, but it wasn't just any ol' chatter, it sounded like chatter between two females with at least one of them being of young age. "Alright, Denise. You may continue working." I say as I step to the side and let her pass by me, giving her a hefty smack on her backside that breaks the near silence of the place in reward for her being such a good employee. The source of what I heard was coming from the booth she was just waiting at - it was at the front of the restaurant, had I decided to go through there instead of where I originally went through, I could've skipped having to look at a bunch of elderly folks... least I got cake out of it. As I came closer to the booth, I saw a pale-skinned, middle-aged White woman with shoulder-length blonde hair and brown eyes sitting by herself on the side farthest from me moving her mouth, clearly showing me that there was someone in front of her. Getting even closer, I looked over the top cap of the booth and saw what looked to be a black stiff wide brim hat that was covering other features of the person that was across from the woman. I came to the table and stood at the end of it, looming over the two people that were sitting at it. The one with the hat was a girl and a young one at that. She too was White, had brown eyes, dirty blonde hair that had some waviness to it and came down to her jawline, with a simple nose ring in one of her nostrils. She was covered from head to toe in black: from her hat, to her sleeveless shirt, the black jeans she had on, and her boots, this girl really loved the color black. I sit on down next to the woman that I presume is the parent of the girl in umbra and listen to what they're saying.

"Thank you for not trying to order a salad in a diner." the mom says.

"Veggie burgers aren't salads! They're just burgers without the meat! All they would have needed to do is make me a burger... without the meat! Like it's so simple, I don't see what the problem is like oh my goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood!" the daughter rants.

"Calm yourself. All I'm saying is that if you're at a diner, y'know... eat somethin'... normal. Hm?" the mom carefully forms a sentence.

"Normal is such a subjective word. I can eat both plants and meats. Just like how someone can eat a whole ribeye by itself, I can eat a plate of vegetables on its own." she counters.

"But c'mon, it's a diner. Lighten up."

"I literally can't with your outdated way of thinking. Hmph. Actually goes well with this place: the way you think. You must be real comfortable here; don't try n hide it." she sasses her while looking off to the side.

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN! You brought your daughter to this old people joint?! That's fucked up. How you gon do that to your dau—"

"Don't forget that you're the one who insisted on going here while I wanted to get sushi. Saying that you wanted to go back in the past. You've been watching too many of those old movies, I swear." the mom says.

"Oh... I played myself."

"And thank you for bringing me." she says while looking at her with a very big smile on her face as she has her head cocked to the side to, essentially doing a 180 in in tonal change to mess with her mom.

"*sighs* I don't know what's up with you sometimes." the mom says as she takes a sip of her water.

"*sighs* I don't know what's up with YOU sometimes either." the daughter gives a half-assed witty response.

"Well I don't know what's up with the both of you, BUT what I do know is up is..." I turn myself a little toward the mom and grab the bottom of her orange shirt to start lifting it off her, getting my knee up on the cushion as I pull it higher and eventually take it off her, "your shirt! Your shirt is up... because I pulled it up off your body. My dick is also up because— okay I'll shut up now." I put the mom's shirt on the table and sat myself down properly once more. She had a bit of a chubby body on her, nothin' out of the ordinary to me since she was a middle-aged mom, but with that extra weight came some extra tits as seen by how she had these big breasts in packed into a white lace bra just waiting to be used. I felt both of them up real quickly before looking for the clasp which was luckily at the front. I undid it and immediately her big-ass titties dropped out in relief as her cups fell down. They looked to be 40DD and were quite veiny, also having a nice width to them that made them not look as saggy, giving them both a well-rounded shape. She had some damn big ghost nipples, and even though they blended into her pale skin, I could clearly make out that they were as big as saucers. "Holy fuck!" I exclaimed at her boobs right before I dipped my head down into her bosom and started motorboating her DDs. I had my face buried all up in her hot cleavage just pressing myself into the softness of her big MILF breasts. I moved a cup out of the way and made my mouth into the biggest O shape I could as I went down to cover that barely perceptible areola of hers with it. I gave her titties the sucking of a lifetime and let the whole restaurant know I was doing it too with how loud I was slurping them and how heavy I was breathing from all the excitement I was getting out of it. I leaned over to her other breast and did the same, if not, then harder. Just as something to do as wetted up her tit, I grabbed at her stomach and squeezed its fattiness at both the sides and the front. I was havin' a blast with how busty this woman was, so much so that I latched onto her breast with my mouth and started shaking my head to make her breast shake, similar to how a dog plays with a chew toy.

"Really? Back on your phone again? How are you able to look at that tiny screen so much." the mom complains.

"It's not even tiny." she says under her breath, "I'm just checking something, relax." she replies.

"You're always checking 'something'."

"Ayo what you checkin'?" I ask as I stop sucking the mom's tits and raise myself up. I slide on out of the booth and get up to go where the daughter is and as I do so, I see Denise on the other side across from me casually walking around with her tits out in her uniform. "Keep up the good work, Denise!" I shout out at her as she adjusts some things on a table, her C-cups hanging down a little as she has her back bent. I move in next to the girl and slide my arm past her neck, resting my hand on her shoulder and pulling her in like we're pals. She was telling the truth when she said that she was checking something as shown by the many messages she had appearing in her group chat. "Hey, instead of checking..." I take her hat off and put it on top of her mom's shirt, "why don't you get to choking?" I say whilst grabbing the top of her head and lowering it down to my crotch. Midway through getting her head down, I remember something crucial that I said earlier. "Wait if I've presumed that's her mom... then she's a parental figure... and going by what I said earlier, I should be weary of girls around parental figures since they're probably not of age." After having remembered what I said from earlier in the day, I let go of the girl's head and just stop touching her in general since I don't know how old she could be. Nowadays, middle schoolers can be lookin' like goddamn juniors in high school n shit and vice versa, and it doesn't help that this girl's looks are so youthful that I can't do any pinpointing on my own.

"Hey, you think I can have a beer?" she looks up and asks with wide eyes and a childlike smile.

"Yes, honey." the mom says with a nod and a smile.

"OMG! Really?!" she asks again with more enthusiasm.

"Yes. When you turn 21 tomorrow." the mom gives it to her straight.

"*sucks teeth* No fun." she scrunches her face up and goes back to looking at her phone.

"Oh I'll show you fun. Get down here!" I say as I shoot my hand up and grab her head once again. I grab my dick and point it straight up as I push her face down towards it. The tip of my penis hits her lips and I brute force my way into her until I feel the dank hotness of its inside cover the head of my penis. I make her go all the way down on it and just let my cock sit in the back of her throat as I relish in the relief of her being of suitable age. I roll my eyes down at the table and see her artsy-fartsy hat just sitting there on top of her mom's shirt and get the dumb idea to put it on myself. I palm the top of it like it's a basketball and pick it up to put it on my head, immediately feeling like an idiot. I grab her short hair and tug her head up by it and then push her back down to the base of my cock. I catch in the corner of my eye the still ongoing messages appearing on her phone and take it out her hands. I look at what's going on and just as I expected it was just some talk about old movies and other pretentious-sounding stuff. "Yeah, you're much better off choking than checking." I look down at her head as its being aggressively bobbed up and down on the entirety of my erection. I place her phone down on the table and sit back and just listen to the chill music playing whilst getting some hardcore sloppy toppy. I looked over at the mom and just stared at her big ol' breasts that I left a wet mess on as they were shining with copious amounts of spit thanks to my horny-ass. Out of nowhere, two old guys pass the table I'm at and one of them looks at it as he goes on by. "Hehe. What the fuck, dude." I laugh and shake my head at the thought of what he must've unknowingly seen through his eyes: a dirty blonde girl in all black being roughly fed some cock by a naked guy wearing a wide brim hat as her big-titted mother shows no care at all for this or the fact that her wide and veiny DDs are completely exposed; truly a funny sight to behold.

I kept doing this for another minute until I just so happened to look out the window at the front and notice this Black woman walking down the sidewalk in a pair of purple mid-thigh leggings that showed off her big, round ass cheeks that had a shape a bit smaller than but somewhat similar to that of two volleyballs and jutted out nicely from. Seeing those cheeks of hers alternate in jiggly movement filled me with the drive to just go out there and put 'em to good use. "A'ight! That's enough choking." I say to the girl as I bring her up off my dick. "Now wasn't that more— WOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!" I exclaim as I look over at the girl and see just how much of a mess I've made of her mouth with it being all covered in drool and saliva. I pick up the mom's shirt and dab her mouth clean with it, "Where are your table manners, young lady?" I say as I take her hat off my head and put it back on her. I quickly got out of the booth and speed walked into the waiting area where I would run into Denise on the way and give both her tits a squeeze goodbye before leaving the restaurant.