Talking with Dayna, then back to Sharon's

Dayna leads you past several tables occupied by chattering diners. You catch a glimpse of the blonde woman you’d seen in a trance earlier, now vividly awake, and you can’t shake a sense of loss that comes over you. You do your best to swallow it and move on, but it’s hard. Intellectually, you know there are probably billions of women who fall into a trance every day that you’ll never influence, much less meet, but seeing an opportunity like that disappear first hand is deeply disturbing for some reason.

Then your eyes fall to Dayna’s big round rear again as it stretches the material of her pants, and your annoyance dissipates. And you remember: you have gained something tonight. A backdoor into another woman’s mind and guarantee that you’ll be able to influence her thoughts, beliefs, and actions for as long as you want.

“Here we are,” she gestures towards the men’s restroom. It’s the leftmost door in front of you. To the right is what looks like a unisex bathroom and further right still is the women’s bathroom.

It’s quieter in the alcove than in the main room of the restaurant. You and Dayna are the only ones here. You could probably make something happen between the two of you if you’re discreet enough…

You shake your head.

“No, that’s a terrible idea." You think aloud.

“What?” Dayna asks, furrowing her red eyebrows.

You bite your lip as you look her over. It’s impossible not to notice her curves. That outfit of hers can barely contain her hefty breasts, and the way her pants hug her wide, childbearing hips is almost enough to drive you crazy. You want to touch her. You want to possess her completely and utterly.

“A-are you busy right now, Dayna? With work, I mean.”

She narrows her eyes suspiciously.

“A little. Why?”

“I’m just curious. There’s nothing wrong with that. Trust me.”

Her eyes glaze over for a few seconds. She lets out a sigh.

“Well, I guess I can’t fault you for wanting to know more about me." She relaxes her stance slightly and crosses her arms beneath her huge breasts.

“How long do you think you could, you know, make yourself scarce without anyone noticing?” you ask.

She raises her eyebrows.

“You’ve got a weird way of showing your curiosity,” she mutters. “But, hm. I guess if I wanted, I could be gone for around five minutes or more. My boss knows I have kids and all the wonderful things that come with the territory." She rolls her eyes.

You smile.

“Ever use that as an excuse to grab a break?” you ask, waggling your eyebrows.

An amused smile teases at her lips.

“Oh, of course not. I’d never do anything like that. It’d be totally unethical,” she says, a slight twinkle in her eye.

“Yeah, sure. I believe you,” you say.

She rolls her eyes and sighs.

“Okay, maybe I’ve done it once or twice, but it’s kind of risky. If I did do it, though, I’d make sure it was near the end of my shift, if you catch my drift.”

“Yeah, I get it. It’s so you don’t risk falling into a real trance so soon after you said you already had one, right?” you say.

“Right,” she nods. “I mean, it’s not unheard of for a mom to have more than one… episode in one day, but it’s rare. Even rarer for a woman to have one right after another.”

She holds her wrist up and glances at her watch.

“Damn, it’s already past nine. Why are you so…” she trails off, shaking her head.

“What?”

She swallows. Her eyes flutter again. She takes a step towards you, invading your space.

“It’s your voice,” she mutters. “Something about it is just… I don’t know. It feels good to hear you talk, you know? Enough that I almost lose track of time. That’s weird for me because most people are boring as hell.”

A frustrated look comes over her face.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you’re taken. All the interesting guys are,” she continues.

Your cock stirs in your pants. You put a hand on Dayna’s arm.

“There’s no reason why we can’t be friends,” you whisper.

Dayna takes a shuddering breath.

“Sharon doesn’t look like the type who’d be okay with her man having a friend like me.” She shakes her head. She blinks. “What a minute. How old are you anyway?”

You raise your eyebrows.

“Uh, that was kind of out of the blue,” you reply.

“True, but so’s this entire fucking conversation,” she says. “Now spill. There’s nothing wrong with me being curious about you, right?”

You sigh as she throws your own words back at you.

“Fine. I’m nineteen. You?”

Dayna rolls her eyes.

“Jesus. I served **** to someone below the legal limit. If word gets out I didn’t card you, I’m fucked. You better not tell anyone.” She narrows her eyes threateningly.

“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me,” you say. “I’d be in a lot of trouble too if that got out.”

“Fair enough.” She relaxes, and the two of you just stand there waiting for the other to say something.

“So.” You break the silence.

“So.” She forces a smile.

“How old are you?” you ask.

She laughs.

“Older than you.”

You let the remark slide.

“I gathered that, but how much older exactly?” you say.

She sighs again.

“Fine. I’m twenty-nine, okay? Jesus, I don’t even know why I’m telling you that. I usually don’t even like younger guys,” she says, her teeth grinding in frustration. “But Sharon obviously does. I mean, she looks amazing, but she’s probably old enough to be your mom. How’d you even get her to go out with you?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I like older women,” you say, and make a show of looking her up and down. “And when I meet one who doesn’t mind going out with younger guys, I do everything in my power to get her to notice me.”

Dayna blushes.

“Is that why you gave me the hundred?”

You roll your eyes.

“Nah, that’s all I had in my wallet. You just got lucky.”

“Hah.” She playfully elbows you. “Very funny.”

“I thought so.” You shrug. It’s surprising how easy it is to talk to her. At first, you’d thought she’d be a cold, unapproachable bitch, but in actuality she’s a little more easygoing. Definitely not the sort of person you’d have imagined signing up to work at a posh establishment like Vito’s. Talking to her while she was hypnotized probably helped a lot, but still, you definitely misjudged her. You’re not surprised by the kind of mouth she has, though. She actually reminds you a little of Tiffany, except older and maybe without Mom and Dad to fall back on as a safety net.

“Alright. You’re cooler than a lot of guys your age, I’ll give you that.” She cocks her hip. “A lot more confident, too. Though I guess if a guy managed to land a hot older chick like Sharon, they’d feel like they could get any woman they wanted.”

You make a show of looking her up and down. Dayna’s eyes widen slightly as she takes a step back.

“Not so fast. I don’t date guys who are already taken. Way too messy. And even if I did, I wouldn’t do that to Sharon. She’s too nice,” she says. “You better be good to her, you hear?”

A warm smile tugs at your lips as you think about Sharon. At first, you’d only approached her because you caught sight of her at the mall, and even then, you’d only wanted to use her for sex and to get back at Jared. Now, though, you can’t help but acknowledge the fact that you’ve grown to care for her as a person. You can’t imagine what your life would be like now if you didn’t have Sharon in it.

“You don’t have to worry about that. Sharon says it’s okay if I like other women just as long as I don’t actually do anything about that. Which is great, because I run into a ton of hot older women regularly.”

Dayna gives you an unimpressed stare, as if you’ve said something incredibly stupid.

“You have some sort of perverted fetish about older women, huh?” she says, eyeing you uncertainly.

Oh Dayna, you don’t know the half of it.

“Maybe,” you whisper. “And somehow you’re still here talking to me, so it must not bother you all that much.”

She shrugs.

“It really doesn’t. You’re free to like what you want to like,” she says simply. “And there’s something about your voice that makes me want to just stand here and listen. I don’t know why. So…”

She trails off. The two of you are still standing in front of the bathrooms. Warm amber light from the ceiling illuminates the alcove. The sounds of dozens of voices mixing together wafts over the two of you like distant waves crashing against the shore. It’s just the two of you there, and by some miracle no one has come by to use the restroom.

“So.” You nod.

“Friends?” she asks, her lips twitching upwards.

“Friends.” You confirm. You’ll be changing that distinction very, very soon. Or at the very least, broadening its definitions.

“Great,” she says. She whips out her phone and then stares at you expectantly.

You quickly rattle off your phone number. It feels weird to do it again, but Dayna had been in a trance then and you’d given her instructions not to memorize it consciously.

She taps at her phone for a few seconds before putting it away.

Your own cellphone chimes in your pocket. You take it out and find a new text message from “Dayna McCabe.”

<“This is Dayna. Call me when I’m not busy and maybe I’ll answer.”>

You tap at your screen, making a show of adding her number to your contacts. You can’t even imagine how suspicious she’d be if she found out her number had already been in your phone.

You look up at her and smile.

“I will. Call you, I mean,” you utter.

She nods.

“We’ll see. Just don’t come crying to me if being ‘friends’ with me gets you in trouble with your girlfriend,” she says. “Anyway, I better get back to work. I still have over an hour left before I’m done for the night.”

“Late shift, huh? That sucks,” you say.

“You know it.” She chuckles. “But a mother’s got to provide, you know?”

“I hear you. It was nice talking with you. Maybe tonight I’ll give you a call and see if you’re still awake.”

She stares at you.

“Hm. I’d like that,” she pokes your chest. “Talk to you later, John.”

She breezes past you, the side of her soft breast bumping into your arm in a way that feels almost intentional. She doesn’t look back, and you feast your eyes on the sight of her retreating curvy ass as she makes her way to the end of the alcove and then makes a right, disappearing from sight.

Your phone suddenly chimes again. You hold it up and unlock it.

A notification pops up letting you know you’ve received a text from Sharon. You open it.

<“Waiting in the car. Everything ok?”>

You type out a reply immediately and hit send.

<“Just finishing. Ill b right there”>

It’s a good thing you don’t have to use the bathroom that bad anyway.

Your phone beeps as Sharon sends you a “thumbs up” emoji.

Putting your phone away, you make your way towards the front of the restaurant. You don’t see any sign of Dayna as you leave. The hostess tells you goodnight and you do the same before pushing the door open, holding it for a couple behind you.

The cool air nips at you as you step outside. Your breath comes out in spurts of white vapor, illuminated by the glowing light of the restaurant behind you. You find her car idling in the parking lot near the entrance to the road. Opening the passenger side door, you get in the car.

“Hey,” Sharon says as you close the door behind you and buckle your seatbelt.

“Hi.” You put a hand on Sharon’s soft, thick thigh and squeeze. You pull her dress up and move your hand between her legs, and you begin rubbing her pussy through her underwear. You notice that her panties are damp.

She lets out a moan, clenching her soft thighs around your hand.

“John…”

“Miss me?” you say.

“A little,” she mutters cutely, her face flushed. “Y-you… are you really going to do that while I’m driving?”

You stop moving your hand. She lets out a groan of frustration.

“That depends. You want me to stop? Just say the word and I’ll leave you alone.”

“No!” her reply is almost immediate, and it takes you every ounce of self-control you have not to laugh at how cute it sounds. She takes a deep breath. “I mean, you can touch me if you want. Just… try not to do anything too distracting. I still need to get us home.”

You nod, smiling.

“I’ll see what I can do.” You start moving your hand again, slowly rubbing her pussy. “Now start driving or I might lose my patience.”

Sharon gasps. She stares at you, her azure eyes burning with naked lust.

Finally, your girlfriend swallows and looks ahead. She grips the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turn white and starts driving. The engine purrs as the car slips onto the dark road.

The sky above is a murky soup of ink-covered cloud chunks. You aren’t able to glimpse any stars. The only lights you see now are from the car’s headlights, the occasional street lamp, the buildings you pass by like flashes in your window, and the soft blue glow of the car's dashboard.

You pull your left hand out from between Sharon’s legs. She lets out a mewl of protest before you replace it with your right hand. You move your left hand up and pull down the neckline of her dress, exposing her bra-clad breasts.

“Ahn… Oh, John…” she whispers, pressing her chest into your hand as much as she can while she opens her legs wide for you. You pull her bra cups down, tucking them beneath her breasts. Your fingers find her right nipple almost immediately. It’s hard as a diamond. You playfully flick it, drawing a throaty gasp from Sharon.

The car slows as Sharon steps on the brakes and makes a turn. She’s still looking straight ahead for the most part, making a valiant effort to focus on driving. She licks her plush lips as you continue rubbing her pussy and playing with her breasts.

“Ah, oh shit!” she gasps when your fingers brush against her clit, and the car abruptly swerves. She corrects herself quickly, the tires squealing as she slams on the brakes.

You remove your hands quickly, a burning sense of shame gnawing at your chest.

“I’m sorry. That was my fault,” you say.

Sharon shakes her head, taking a deep breath to calm herself. She doesn’t bother putting her tits back in her dress.

“No, neither of us was being smart there.” She glances over at you for a second, a tinge of worry in her voice. “Are you okay?”

You nod.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you rest your hand on her thigh again, but you don’t move it any higher. “You?”

“I’m great,” she brings the car to a stop when a traffic light ahead turns red. She looks over at you. “So, what do you want to do first when we get home?”

You move your hand to entwine your fingers in hers.

“Well, before we do anything, you’re going to take all your clothes off.”

The car lurches forward as the light turns green.

“I see,” Sharon says as the concrete commercial buildings, restaurants, and apartment blocks along the road give way to dark forestry and then wooden households. She squeezes your hand gently. “And then what?”

You smile. “Then I’m going to take you up to your bedroom and show you how special you are to me.”

The car is dark, but you see Sharon’s wide smile clear as day.

“Oh, is that what you’re going to do? I thought you were going to pin me down and fuck my brains out.”

Your manhood throbs as you listen to Sharon. You stare at her.

“Jesus, you have no idea how difficult it is not to stick my hand between your legs again,” you say.

Sharon laughs, but there’s a frustrated tinge to it.

“Luckily we won’t have to wait much longer. We’re here,” she breathes a sigh of relief. You look forward again and see Sharon’s nice house come into view. The exterior lights are still on, illuminating the front yard in a pale white glow.

She pulls into her driveway and jabs a finger into the garage door remote, opening it just in time for her to slide the car in. She hits the button again, and the garage door closes behind you with a mechanical rumbling sound.

You both exit the car and make your way into the house. It’s dark, and Sharon quickly turns the lights on. She places her pocketbook on one of the tables at the kitchen table and turns to face you.

The two of you stare at each other for a long moment before Sharon grins and reaches back to unzip her dress. She pushes the thin shoulder off, allowing her dress to fall into a pool at her feet. She steps out of it.

You’ve seen her naked before, but you can’t help but be awed by the sight of her body, even though she’s still wearing a lacy black bra and thong. You trace your eyes over her flawless white skin, marveling at her curves, her toned stomach, and the sheer size of her breasts, which seem barely contained by the bra she’s wearing.

She’s not done, however. Her deft fingers soon undo her bra. She tosses it to the floor unceremoniously before grabbing the waistband of her panties and pulling them downward, exposing the entirety of her body to you.

Her pink nipples are hard and her breasts are perky for her age, with minimal sag. A sheen of moisture covers the outside of her pussy, and you remember how wet she’d been when you’d played with her in the car. Had she been like that for the entirety of dinner?

You’re distracted by your thoughts when Sharon walks up to you and presses her soft lips against yours. You kiss her back, feverish passion bursting to the surface as your hands run down her back to cup the generous globes of her ass as her breasts are squashed against your chest.

She breaks the kiss a moment later, but stays where she is, her body molded against yours. Her beautiful blue eyes gaze up into yours.

“Well, I’m naked,” she says pointedly. “So, I guess the next step is for us to make our way to my bedroom, right?”

Your enthusiastic nod elicits a giggle from her, and you love the way her body vibrates against yours.

The two of you make your way upstairs, clear desire warring against your restraint. It takes a phenomenal amount of self-control not to pin her up against the wall and fuck her. But you persevere, for her.

When you finally get to her bedroom and shut the door behind both of you, you start undressing.

The master bedroom is large, at least twice the size of your room back home. It has white walls, a carpeted floor, and what looks like a queen-sized bed with red sheets atop it. Two bedside tables flank the bed on either side, both of which have an illuminated beige lamp atop it. An open door along the wall leads to what looks like a master bath complete with a separate shower and bathtub.

Sharon watches you intently as you undress, her eyes burning with lust as you reveal your naked body to her. She licks her lips and smirks when your throbbing hard cock comes into view, which only makes you more aroused.

Once you’re done undressing, you surge forward and claim Sharon’s lips again. She reciprocates readily, but steps backwards, a hand on your back urging you to follow her. You do so, and as you kiss, she falls onto her bed, taking you down with her.

“Oh shit!”

She laughs as you fall into a heap atop her, and then claims your lips again. Her tongue presses against them, and you open them. Moments later your tongues are entwined in each other’s mouths as your hands run all over her body and hers over yours. Your hands settle on her huge tits as you begin squeezing and fondling them, drawing pleased moans from Sharon. Within seconds, her hand finds your cock and squeezes. Then she spreads her legs, moving them around your waist. You let her maneuver you so your cockhead is pressed against her entrance. She’s wet and hot and welcoming.

Your heartbeat hammers in your ears as you break the kiss. Her eyes, half-lidded and full of passion and love and adoration the likes of which you’ve never seen, stare meaningfully into yours. The message is clear: “Your move.”

You press forward. The tip of your penis nudges against Sharon’s pussy for an agonizing second before popping through, and the two of you gasp in unison as your bodies are united for the second time.

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