The Perfect Holiday

“Wow, Molly, you’re so jumpy tonight,” Alex said smoothly. “You okay?”

I nodded just as his fingers strayed to the crotch of my panties. They were soaked with sweat and the juice from my pussy. Just being around Alex again was making me feel sexy and horny. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to pull me into the grimy bar bathroom and fuck me against the wall. I wanted to lick my own juices off his cock, just like I’d done with his fingers.

“I’m fine,” I squeaked.

“Rob?” Rebecca asked. “Your weird friend?”

Alex’s fingers brushed the spot of wet fabric right over my clit and a delicious wave of pleasure shot through my body. I spread my legs even further and rolled my hips forward, desperate for more pleasure. Alex stroked me harder, circling his fingertip around my clit until I thought I would moan.

“Yeah, Rob,” Alex said. “He said something about a double date. You game?”

Rebecca bit her lip. “You mean….” She trailed off, gesturing to the three of us.

Alex nodded. “Yeah. I was thinking dinner or something. You like steak, right Molly?”

As he said it, his fingers pulled the crotch of my panties to the side. Cool air hit my hot, wet pussy in the most delicious way possible and I swallowed another loud moan.

“Yeah,” was all I managed to say.

Alex’s finger slipped inside my wet cave and I shivered. He kept his thumb against my clit as his fingers slid in and out of my soaked hole. Fire was building in my lower belly and I kept my hands clenched in fists under the table so I wouldn’t move.

“Good girl,” Alex murmured under his breath, too low for Rebecca to hear. “Don’t move or I’ll stop.”

“I like steak,” Rebecca said. She frowned. “But I don’t know if I like Rob. He’s kind of a pig, isn’t he?”

Alex shrugged. With his unoccupied hand, he lifted his beer to his lips and drank. “It’s just a date, sis. It’s not like you’re signing away your life to him or anything like that.”

“I don’t know,” Rebecca said. She bit her lip.

Alex’s fingers moved faster and faster, his thumb stroking my clit like a vibrator. It felt so good that I could hardly breathe, and I could feel a powerful orgasm building in my lower belly. My nipples had stiffened into little pebbles of flesh and they brushed against the cotton of my dress, only furthering the delightful torment that Alex was inflicting on me.

I spread my legs even further, until the fabric of my underwear was cutting into the sides of my body. I didn’t care. The pleasure growing between my legs was becoming too powerful to ignore. When my orgasm hit, I gasped and held my breath. The delicious, by-now-familiar sensations brought a torrent of orgasmic pleasure to my body and I clutched the table as I trembled and shook.

Alex pulled his hand away just as the waves were starting to fade. He licked his lips and smirked at me.

“So, double date with Rob some time next week,” Alex said, getting to his feet. He lifted his fingers to his nose and sniffed, keeping his eyes locked with mine the whole time. “When are you free, Molly?”

“Hey,” Rebecca said. “We have totally different schedules you know!”

“Yeah, but Molly’s more important,” Alex said with a snicker. “You’re just an afterthought, sis.”

“I hate you,” Rebecca muttered under her breath.

“I’m free Wednesday and Thursday,” I said. “Do either of those work?”

Alex looked at Rebecca and raised his eyebrows. “Either of those work for you, Miss Spoiled and Demanding?”

Rebecca gave him a dark look. “Either,” she said. “And tell Rob to behave himself.”

Alex laughed. “Got it,” he said. “Although I have to warn you, he might not listen.” He chugged the rest of his beer and set the glass down on the table. “Well, it was nice, ladies. But I had some fish and chips for lunch, and I need to go wash my hands and then go home.” He smirked at me as he said ‘fish.’

I blushed hotly. The delicious sensations were still echoing around in my body and I nodded.

“Nice to see you,” I said, smiling. “Have a good night, Alex.”

“Yeah, what she said, only not as nice,” Rebecca said. She rolled her eyes. “Molly, you wanna go home? Or go out for froyo?”

“Let’s get froyo,” I said, getting to my feet. “I have a feeling I just worked up an appetite.”