Open carry...

"As a matter of fact..." you say as you slip a finger into her mouth, and fish your other hand up her shirt to cup her breast, "I do. Open carry, in fact." You let your shorts drop to your ankles with a soft thud, and Lucy pulls your cock completely free of your boxers. The waistband sits tight underneath your balls, presenting you to her.
"I'm a big fan of those open carry laws..." she looks at your cock with a distracted expression, licking her lips unconsciously as you rub the back of her neck and her left breast. "And this is a very nice piece..." she runs her fingers up and down the length. "Very..nice..."
As smooth as butter, she slides down to her knees, and you place a hand on her head as she begins to wet and stroke your cock, not wasting too much time before getting it in her mouth, though she does seem to struggle at first with the girth.
"Yeah, Lucy... that's a good girl." You rub her head as she works, sucking and stroking your cock with skill and purpose. You lean back against the bar, enjoying the expert attention for a few minutes, before Lucy straightens to stand before you, panting and gripping your shirt.
"Let's take this somewhere more comfortable..." she breathes. You smile and kiss her, swirling your tongue around hers while your cock rubs against her waist.
She leads you down the hall, past the sounds of Ana and Jack fucking behind a door on your left, until she pushes into a room just before the laundry, if your ears give you any indication.
It's a well appointed bedroom, looking scarcely-used and very clean. "I keep some clothes here just in case." She murmurs as she shuts the door, before turning and peeling off her golf shirt, then undoing the clasp of her bra to free her cute, smallish tits. You grab one in your palm, leaning down to suck on the nipple as your other hand pops her skirt loose. It falls to the floor, revealing her black thong, and you spin her around to rub your cock between her glorious ass cheeks as you continue to fondle her breasts and nibble hungrily at her neck.
"James...." her whisper is **** and filled with lust. You slide one hand down the front of her panties, finding her clit and beginning to rub.
"You're a sexy little cat, aren't you..." you say in a low voice.
"Thanks, baby... you aren't so bad yourself." She bends over, grinding her ass against your cock as you strip off your own shirt. You grab her around the waist, hoisting her in the air to the sound of her squeal before depositing her on the bed. She laughs as you pick up her legs and peel down her thong, revealing her moist cunt, with a small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair above.