A pair of lesbians. Or so it seems.

Jamie raised her head to check out the newcomers, their animated chatter taking her mind off the nearly overwhelming pleasure from between her legs. At least a little. The pair appeared to be tourists, one incredibly stacked blonde with an ass the size of Manhattan, beating even Micaela easily. The sight of her assets made Jamie's cock lurch under the messenger bag, a sizable dollop of pre forming at the tip, especially given her outfit; a pair of yoga pants and an equally tight top with a plunging neckline left very little to the imagination. The blonde was clinging to the arm of a slightly taller woman with auburn hair, her body less outrageous but still very alluring, her slightly more modest outfit consisting of bermuda shorts and simple, midriff-baring shirt clearly showing that she seemed to spend much of her time working out, her arms rippling with muscle, chiseled abs bridging the gap between the fabric of her shirt and her pants.

They kept talking about the places they wanted to visit and had visited while they ordered, the blonde remarking how she couldn't wait to go swimming to show of her new string bikini - an image that made Jamie's cock twitch once more, the drop of pre falling from the tip and, judging by the small 'plip' sound, narrowly missing the futa's dress to splat on the tiled floor. Jamie felt her face grow even hotter as she moved her gaze back to the table top; surely, no one but her could have heard that, right? Also, why did her dress have to be so fluttery?! If it wasn't so wide, the pre-cum would have hit the fabric instead! Now, anyone who saw the droplet splattered on the floor might be able to... The thought caused Jamie to bite her lower lip. It was almost to much to bear, her cock buzzing with pleasure.

"Hi! Are those seats taken? It's kinda the last free table," the blonde's voice suddenly sounded from right next to Jamie; the futa had been so preoccupied by her lewd predicament that she hadn't even noticed the two women coming closer. Looking up at the blonde's pretty face, Jamie could only nod weakly. The other two women then sat down, the muscular amazon right next to her partner, putting one arm around the smaller girl. Jamie's eyes kept straying towards her incredible rack - it almost beat her mother's enormous tits, a hint of purple lace peeking out at the sides of the deep neckline, framing the creamy flesh.

"I'm glad you like them," the blonde whispered, leaning forwards conspiratorially. "They're my pride and mo--Monica's joy. I'm Addie, by the way."

Jamie felt her face grow even hotter, her twitching cock not caring about her embarassment while the dripping juices from her pussy finally reached the fabric of her dress.

"J-Jamie..." the futa finally managed to squeak out, both hands forcing the bag down on her crotch to keep down her straining erection.

"We couldn't help but notice you seem to be in... distress," Addie continued, a mischievous smile spreading on her face. She took a deep breath through her nose, and her smile became almost predatory. "And I think I now what kind of distress."

"But don't worry, dear," the amazon said leaning forwards. "We can help if you want."