Key West by Lacey Alexander (top android ebook reader .TXT) 📕

“That’s right. Serving up soda by day and the hard stuff at night. Chris has been waiting for you.” She paused, giving Carrie a long once-over. “That hot little skirt’s gonna knock him for a loop. He’s behind the bar.”

With that, Shay strolled away, her hips jiggling, and as Carrie watched her go, she realized her shorts were so short that the curve of her ass hung out the back. As she bent over to whisper in someone’s ear, the shorts rose scandalously high, and a passing guy slapped her on the ass. She looked up with a threatening grin. “Careful, Bobby, or I might take that as an invitation. And as fun as it sounds to me, I don’t think your cute little wife would like it much.”

“Maybe if we let her play, too,” said the dark-haired guy who was climbing up onto a barstool.

“Don’t I wish,” Shay cooed back.

Something about the playful exchange made Carrie’s nipples tighten further in her bra before she finally made her way to the large, square bar in the center of the place, taking a stool at one corner, away from other patrons.

Chris spotted her immediately. His eyes went warm as he approached, resting his arms on the bar and leaning over close. “Angel, baby,” he said in soft, low greeting. He used one bent finger to lightly lift her chin before delivering a butterfly-soft kiss to her mouth.

“Oh…” she said, amazed that a kiss so sweet, so soft, could make her pussy surge with so much heat.

“I’ve been waiting to do that,” he said.

She lowered her chin coquettishly. “It was nice.”

“Stick around, babe, and there’ll be lots more where that came from.” He gave her one of his typical, sexy winks before whisking away to take a drink order from another of the waitresses.

Over the next hour, Chris gave her free drinks and spent as much time chatting with her as possible. She found she simply enjoyed watching him work, watching the way he dealt with people. The crowd grew more raucous as the night grew later, and when a male patron asked Shay to “jiggle her tits,” she did him one better, setting down her tray and untying her top in the back to lift it up and flash for him. The whole bar cheered and an unbidden rush of moisture seeped into Carrie’s panties at the sight of Shay’s breasts, which were just as lovely as she’d suspected—the nipples a warm, rosy pink, slightly upturned.

Not long after this, Shay appeared at her side, clearly a bit more tipsy than she’d been upon Carrie’s arrival. She slid her arm around Carrie’s waist and leaned in close—Carrie could feel her breasts pressing against her side. “How’s it going, sweets? Is Chris keeping you entertained enough?”

Carrie gave her a warm smile. “Chris is hanging out with me as much as he can.”

“The crowd is thinning down now, so he should be able to take off pretty soon.” She leaned closer to whisper in Carrie’s ear. “And then you can get some of that big, beautiful cock.”

Carrie flinched, not sure what to say. When she pulled back, Shay wore a knowing smile that told Carrie she had experience with that particular part of Chris’s body. A small dart of jealousy arced through her, but then she reminded herself—this was casual, vacation fun. When the vacation ended, so did the relationship, so did the emotions. Or she’d try to end the emotions, anyway. And for now, she tried to embrace Chris’s hedonistic lifestyle and glean what she could from Shay. She lowered her voice. “So it’s as big as it felt to me through his shorts last night?”

Shay raised her eyebrows. “Oh yes, sweets. Get ready for the ride of your life. He’ll have your pussy begging for more.”

She’d been aroused enough already without this new bit of information, and now—God, she ached for him. She couldn’t believe she’d only met him yesterday morning, because it felt like she’d been waiting forever to fuck him.

Fuck him? Sheesh—even just since that first meeting, her encounters with him seemed to have colored her whole frame of thought, the very words that tumbled through her mind. Indeed, he’d taken over some part of her, a part that had been hidden deep down inside her, totally undiscovered until yesterday. Now, it was as if it had bubbled up, inflating in size until it was the biggest part of her. Even as she continued to have straggling worries for how she’d feel after this week ended, her existence now had mostly to do with the sensations that filled her body, the incredible urges she could barely control even as she sat waiting for him at the bar. “God, my cunt is so hot.”

Shay laughed uproariously and only then did Carrie realize she’d actually uttered the thought aloud.

“Chris was wrong about you, sweets.”

She lifted her brows. “Wrong?”

“He told me you were a sweet, innocent little thing. Looks like you’ve got him fooled,” she said, grinning.

Carrie drew in a breath, her pussy still pulsing beneath the short skirt she wore, throbbing against the barstool. “I…am—was…what he told you, I guess. But just a couple of days down here has me acting…well, not like myself.”

Shay gave her head a provocative tilt. “Well, take my advice, sweets. Bad girls have a lot more fun. And not only that, but it’s addictive, too. A few more days down here in paradise and you might just be changed for life.” With that, she scooped up her order pad and sauntered away, and Carrie couldn’t help watching the sway of her ass in those too-short shorts.

When Chris next appeared before her, she turned more aggressive, somehow inspired by Shay’s prodding. “How much longer?”

He grinned. “Getting impatient, angel?”

She nodded.

“Tell you what—I’m due for a break. I’ll tell Tom,” who she’d learned was the other bartender, “I’m taking it, and we can get out of here for a