“Absolutely,” Dirk said. “It’s your diner, after all.”
“I recommend the cream pie,” Charlotte said, her voice dropping a little.
“You do, huh?” Dirk asked, feeling a stirring in his jeans.
“I do,” Charlotte replied, leaning over a little and pushing her cleavage up higher for him to see. “But this is a special dessert, you know,” she said, turning up the heat a notch.
“How is that?” Dirk asked, leaning over as well and playing along.
“It’s special in two ways; first, it’s not a dessert that’s offered to just anybody,” she said, looking into his eyes as she spoke. “It’s a special dessert only offered to very special customers. And the other way it’s special is that it’s not a dessert that I give to you; it’s a dessert that you give to me.” She paused for a moment to let that sink in, and when she spoke again her voice was a low, throaty whisper that Dirk found sexy as hell.
“Would you like to give me a cream pie, Dirk?” she asked, the desire burning in her eyes.
“Oh, yeah,” Dirk replied, his voice low. “I’d like that very much!”
“Good! I was hoping you’d say that!” Charlotte said, a big smile on her face. “Let me turn off the outside sign and close the blinds first,” she said, getting up from the booth.
“I have a hotel room just down the road, you know,” Dirk said, watching her ass flexing as she walked over to the light panel behind the counter. “Don’t you think we’d be more comfortable there?”
“I’m sure we would,” Charlotte said, smiling as she flipped the switches to turn off the sign and outside lights, “but I’m also sure that Marvin, the clerk at the hotel, would waste absolutely no time in calling my husband to tell him what he saw should he see me go into your room. And I can’t have that,” she said, flipping another switch on a smaller panel next to the first one. The blinds at the tops of all the windows started to close, sliding down with a soft hum.
“No, I don’t guess you can,” he said, nodding his head slightly. She walked around the counter and back over to the booth, her huge breasts bouncing as she walked. She stopped in front of him and looked down at him as she spoke again.
“My husband knew I was a hopeless cum slut when he married me, and as long as I’m discreet and he doesn’t have to hear about it from every Tom, Dick, and Harry in town he’s okay with it,” she explained, slowly unbuttoning the front of her dress as she spoke, never taking her eyes from Dirk’s. When the dress was unbuttoned she pulled the sides apart, revealing her huge breasts in a white, lacy bra to him.
“So what about you, Dirk?” she asked, her voice breathless as she cupped her huge tits in her bra. “Are you okay with fucking a married woman?” she said, her mouth turned up in a smile.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he said, returning her smile.
“Nor the last, I would imagine,” she said, reaching into the cups of her bra one at a time and pulling the huge mounds of her breasts free, folding the cups of the bra under them and presenting them to Dirk. The nipples were hard and erect, pink and firm, standing up proudly from the center of two small pale areolas. Charlotte cupped her huge tits in her hands, holding them up to him and pulling on the nipples before stepping forward. Dirk turned sideways in the booth to meet her, and as he turned she reached out and took Dirk’s head in her hands, pulling it into the valley between her huge tits and holding it there.
Dirk’s hands immediately went up to her breasts, gripping them firmly and squeezing them, then tugging on the nipples as he moved his face from her cleavage to the nipple of her right breast. Charlotte gasped and moaned as he clamped his lips around the hard nub, sucking it into his mouth as he flicked his tongue over it. She pushed his head into her breast as he sucked on her nipple, cutting off his air for a few moments until she eased the pressure of her hand on the back of his head.
“Oh, my God, that feels so good!” she moaned, rolling her head back and closing her eyes as Dirk moved to her other breast to repeat the process. He slid his hand down her flat stomach and along the outer part of her thigh before turning his hand and sliding it up her inner thigh to her mound. She moaned again as he cupped her mound in his hand, the heat emanating through the silk of the panties she was wearing. Her panties were already damp, and as Dirk rubbed her pussy through her panties he could smell the first beginnings of her musk in the air. Charlotte bucked and thrust her hips towards him, gasping when he slipped a finger past her panties and into her wet pussy.
“AAHH!! MMMMM!!” she gasped and moaned as Dirk’s finger slid deeper into her tunnel, his lips clamped around her nipple, sucking on it firmly while he squeezed her other breast with his free hand. Dirk could feel his cock getting hard, shifting and growing in his jeans as he worked her over, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be long before he was going to have to stand up to give his cock the room it needed to grow to its full length.
Charlotte’s pussy was tight and wet, and getting wetter by the minute. To Dirk’s pleasant surprise he felt her clamp down on his fingers with her inner muscles as he slid two fingers slowly in and out of her wet pussy, her muscles squeezing his fingers as they moved inside her.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” she moaned, pushing Dirk’s face into her big breast again as he slowly finger-fucked her, making her squeal and jump when he flicked his thumb over the hard nub of her clit.
“NGH!” she grunted as the shock waves of pleasure shot through her body like an electric jolt. She put her hands on the sides of Dirk’s face and pulled his head away from her bosom, looking down at him as he looked up at her.