Boy, it had been a long day. However, tonight, I was working with Luann which makes it all the more exciting.

No one at Cracker Barrel knew we were seeing each other, which made every glance from her feel dangerously electric. Luann was a tall, blonde firecracker with a bubble butt that somehow made the stiff uniform look good. And her smile? Boy, it could soften butter in no time. Whenever she smiled at me, my knees went soft. It felt like my electricity ran out every time.

Luann Was Otherworldly

She didn’t belong here, folding napkins and fetching refills, for meager tips and disrespectful patrons. With her beauty, she belonged in glossy magazines or on a runway somewhere. Maybe she was some kind of sorceress, because I was completely under her spell. And tonight, I had her all to myself.

I was hunched in a booth, cleaning and sorting silverware, when she strolled over. Her special grin lit up her face, and I predictably melted. She slid in beside me, close enough that I could enjoy her musky vanilla scent mixed with the permeating smell of maple syrup and fresh biscuits. Par for the course, I suppose.

“Almost done?” she asked, voice playful but impatient.

“Close,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Cooks already left. Just finishing up a few things.”

She studied me for a moment, then her expression softened. “You’ve done enough,” she murmured, her hand resting upon my thigh.

We’d been careful for weeks, masking our budding relationship. But now? The building was empty. Silent.
I looked at her. She looked at me. The air between us hummed, vibrating with the same lust we had become accustomed to enjoying together.

Close Knit at Cracker Barrel

Then she gave my thigh a tighter squeeze, took my hand, and gave a knowing smirk. She knew I wasn’t going to say no to her advances.

She leaned in, lips soft and demanding against mine. God, how did she still smell so good after a long shift? Suddenly, Cracker Barrel wasn’t important. It didn’t even exist! The scene was just us, a darkened restaurant, and the palpable, growing lust between us.

Her kiss deepened with hunger, quickly, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the firmness of her body beneath that unflattering uniform. She swung a leg over and straddled me right there in the booth, her lips trailing from my mouth down to my jaw. I felt cool air upon my moistened neck.

“I don’t want to wait until we get to your place,” she whispered against my ear, delivering a shiver down my spine.

Her hips pressed into me, slow at first, testing, then rolling with intent. I groaned, unable to hide how badly I wanted her. She grinned wickedly, biting her lower lip as her hands slid down my chest, without even a hint of resistance on my part.

And just like that, we stopped caring about time, place, or consequences. Soon, our desire grew feral, and tore beyond us. We’d had plenty of sex in our short relationship, but this time was a test of boundaries.

Evidently, we had none.

Woke Feral Desires

We exited the booth, and unbuttoned each other’s pants, kicking our shoes off in the process. The restaurant was silent except for our heavy breathing. We unfurled into a beautiful flurry of pleasure, nibbling each other’s nipples and stimulating each other, just with our fingers.

We moved in beautiful sync, with soft moans and deep kisses. As lust overtook Luann, she bent me over the table, now both of us fully nude. I could feel the cool table against my pert nipples, adding sensation to her hands grabbing my hips and pressing her body against me.

I felt her pull my hands behind my back, holding them there as she inserted a single finger inside of me. Bursting, I moaned loudly. So, in response she added in a second finger and giggled as I tightened my grip around her fingers with pleasure.

God, she’d planned this, hadn’t she?

She handled my body with ease as I erupted into my first orgasm of the evening. Now, hungry with beastly desire for her, I couldn’t stop my hands from what they were about to do. My body may have been weakened from the power of her pleasure, but that wasn’t going to slow me down, as I pushed her onto the same tabletop where I just came.

My palms skimmed over her body, aiming for my favorite bits–her hips, her inner thighs. I was still learning her body, and felt determined to hit the pleasure points. My fingers reached her clit, and she gasped, threw her head back, and I took advantage. I kissed her throat, as she writhed beneath my grip, coming quickly to orgasm.

Without letting her rest, I dropped my face to meet her puffy, throbbing vulva. Suckling, I enrobed her clit with my tongue, swirling, salivating and moaning. Luann wasn’t stopping me in the wake of my appetite–now feral. My passion only existing for her.

A Whole Barrel of Lust

She wailed with glee, unable to stand the forceful pleasure after her first orgasm, but I wasn’t done. I gave her a moment’s reprieve as I slid my tongue down to her beautiful rosebud for the first time. I could hear the surprise in her voice, through her breathlessness. As my tongue continued to swirl and lightly penetrate, I looked up at her face. Her eyes were wide with pleasure. Her electric smile wasn’t present, but her ragged breaths and fervent nods told me everything I needed to know.

As my movements slowed, gazing at her beauty, she motioned me to come up. I obeyed, and leaned over her, as her legs wrapped around my body.

“Have you ever scissored before?”

Who Cares About Trouble?

My heart started beating even faster. Without saying a word, I climbed up upon the table with her. We’re both bare, save for the wet mess between us. I grip her hips, grinding up into her with a moan that cracks. “Fuck, your pussy feels like velvet,” I eke out through ragged breaths.

Her clit throbs against mine, and I swear I feel her pulse. “Don’t you dare stop,” she pants, bucking harder. The friction builds, our raw pleasure growing more and more slippery. I lean up to bite her nipple, sucking hard as she whimpers.

She pushes harder against me, our pussies smack together. You can practically hear our juices flowing, as they drip down my thighs. “Come for me,” I growl, watching her eyes roll back as I grind against her until she shatters, shaking into a fit of giggles.

We rolled off the table, settling into the booth as we put our clothes on. “Do you think they know lesbians fuck here?” she asked me, in the most unserious tone.

“No,” I giggled, “they’d boycott us if they knew”.

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My hammock was a bit of a splurge, but I think it was worth it. Now that my peach tree is full of the sweet scent of ripening fruit, I find myself here most evenings simply spending time with myself. My lush, quiet neighborhood sinks into the evening, as the air cools and gives us a bit of a reprieve from the heat. It’s easy to fall asleep here, listening to the rustling leaves from the gentle breeze washing over myself and my garden.

My garden hammock has become my sanctuary.

And each evening I spend here, in my hammock, I drift off into joyous thoughts and memories. This time, as I sink into a delicious haze I wasn’t prepared to uncover. This time, I dream about the last person to make my heart race.

I missed her–Anna. She often haunts my thoughts as I drift off to sleep, when my mind is unencumbered by my daily stresses. I missed the way she made me laugh, the way she touched me, and how passionately she loved me with every bit of light inside of her.

As I lay there, the warmth of the sun seeping into my soul, my thoughts began to simmer. Blissfully, I imagined her gentle fingers gently caressing my curves, her soft lips gently kissing the back of my neck. The sweet nothings she’d whisper sunk into me like the most satisfying bite of the perfect peach. As my heart rate began to elevate, without thought, my hands began to wander, as if searching for the feeling Anna once left me.

Under My Peach Tree, My Hammock Beckons

As I lay in my hammock, with my eyes closed, I began to lose awareness of what’s around me. My arousal is only accented by the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves of my tree, and the occasional car driving through my neighborhood. I began to touch myself, trying to emulate the feeling Anna would leave me.

Being so vulnerable to the gaze of passersby only entered my mind in fleeting moments. It added to the thrill. Giggling to myself, I pushed the thoughts away, to focus on my building sensations and on my thoughts of Anna’s presence.

As my fantasies grew more vivid

I began to think of her body pressed against mine. Feeling each of her curves along my bare skin, as she reaches for my hips. I imagine her hands roaming my body, sending shivers down my spine, teasing my nipples and caressing me slowly, dipping into my warmth as if it was a delectable and sweet jar of honey.

Surprisingly, my arousal continued to grow. With my hand now stroking my engorged clitoris over my underwear, I knew I wasn’t going to go back. Even the sounds of nature faded into the background of my fantasies, as I began to grind my hips to the rhythm of my fingers. I was preparing for Anna to consume me whole.

Fully immersed in my fantasies, my haze only continued to blur the lines between fantasy and reality, as I slipped my hands into my warmth. I’m only thinking of Anna’s fingers…

Even my beautiful garden began to fade into the background, as I dove deeper into the fantasy of Anna and I being the only two people in existence, building each other’s pleasure. I see her eyes curled into a smile as my arousal begins to peek, remembering her filthy dirty talk. Oh, Anna, I’m am very good girl today. Just for you.

My fingers moved with a life of their own, as if possessed with Anna, herself. They stroked, teased, probed and penetrated me into budding pleasure, intending to cause a full explosion. As tension in my body built, I moved my fingers even faster, trying my best to hold back the moans, even though I was in my own garden. On the precipice of release, I finally allowed an orgasm to wash over me. An orgasm that launches me just to the edge of reality.

As I came down from the euphoria of the orgasm, I slid my fingers into myself, penetrating deeply as if I needed to cool down from a workout. I settled myself down once again, finding the sun meeting my hazy glaze. Nature begins to unfold before me, once again. I hear the birds calling. I hear the rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze, as I lay under my peach tree with my skin still flushed from indulgent pleasure.

For a moment, I lay there, basking in the afterglow of my fantasy.

Satisfied, I looked around and found there were still no observers. I laid back into my hammock, to enjoy my own afterglow. While I recovered from such an explosive fantasy, I laid back gently. I enjoyed the feeling of warmth of the sun on my skin once more.

I glanced up at the peach tree, its branches heavy with ripening fruit. Just because we couldn’t be together right now, didn’t mean I couldn’t think about her from time to time–did it? I smiled, knowing that Anna would love the sweet juiciness of my peaches, just as she loved my sweet taste of pleasure.

As I walked back to my small cottage, nestled among the trees, I felt a sense of pleasure and joy washing over me. I looked back at my peach tree, the center of my garden, knowing that now we share some naughty secrets.

And who knows? Maybe we’ll share more naughty secrets together. Maybe next time, I won’t be alone under my peach tree.

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