New Barstools
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel
Erotica Sex Story: Jamie and Nils visit his friend Rick's restaurant, and after a wonderful meal, Rick asks them to assess his new barstools. Illustrated.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Illustrated .
One evening Nils took Jamie to a restaurant owned by one of his friends. The meal was excellent and their conversation kept them until closing.
“I’m glad you showed up tonight,” Rick, the restaurateur, told the couple after their meal. “I’ve ordered new barstools and I need your opinion.” He led Nils and Jamie to a backroom where six barstools sat in a row.
Nils sat on one and after a moment pronounced it grand. “But just to make sure, maybe I should have another after dinner drink.”
“Of course,” Rick said, and he poured a glass of Drambuie for Nils and Jamie. They clinked glasses, toasting the new barstools.
“But wait,” Rick interrupted. “Jamie, you need to test the barstool.”
“Or I can’t have my drink?” Jamie asked with a grin.
“Of course you can,” Rick conceded. “But is there some reason you don’t want to try my new barstool?”
Jamie bit her lip before replying. “The thing is,” she finally said, “these barstools are a bit higher than the chairs...”
“No problem,” Rick said. “I’m sure Nils and I could give you a leg up.”
“I’m sure you could,” Jamie replied, “but as I was about to say, the chairs are a bit tall, and my dress is a bit short.”
“Oh, I see,” Rick said. “Well, I’m sure Nils and I will be perfectly gentlemen and refrain from looking at your panties.”
“I’m sure you are perfect gentlemen,” Jamie allowed. “But it wouldn’t take any effort to refrain from looking at my panties.”
“And why is that?” Rick asked.
Jamie’s eyes twinkled. “Not wearing any.”
“Oh,” said Rick.
“Uh huh,” said Jamie. “And what’s more, during the excellent meal, Nils did some under the table exploration, so I’m still more than a little moist, and I wouldn’t want to drip on your nice new chairs.”
“It would be my pleasure if you were to drip on my chairs,” Rick told Jamie. “We’ll stand behind you to give you a modicum of privacy.”
“How can I refuse?” Jamie said, and she sat herself on the chair.
“Does feel nice,” she said, shifting her bottom a bit. “Mmm, very nice.”
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