Joe was walking his fingers up my leg, attempting to slip beneath the old-school plaid skirt I was wearing, as he said, “Sexy skirt, lady.”

“Stop,” I said, playfully pushing his hand away. I was laughing and blushing, and I was as horny as hell because my boyfriend would not stop touching me.

“Here are the tacos,” the waitress said cheerfully.

Her name tag read Beverly. She was a tall brunette with bright blue eyes and a button nose. Adorable.

She placed two red dinner plates on the table and put down two blue platters full of food as she said, “Sharing, right? I got that correct?”

“Yes, we are sharing,” Joe said, patting my leg. “We’re hungry, and ready for all the tacos.”

She gave a strange curtsy that was adorably awkward, and I laughed as she practically skipped away from the table.

“Can you believe how cute that adorable little thing is?” he asked.

He had to remove his hand from my leg to eat.

“She’s new, I think, and wonderfully cute,” I replied.

He watched me eat a few bites and then asked, “How cute?” He pushed the remainder of his own taco in his mouth and chewed as he stared at me.

Joe wiped his hands clean and then put his hand on my thigh again. He walked his fingers up to the hem of my skirt once more and repeated, “How cute?”

“I don’t know.”

“Cute enough to get you out of this brand-new schoolgirl skirt, with your legs spread wide and your pussy all wet and ready to fuck?”

“More iced tea?” Beverly chirped, suddenly appearing from out of nowhere.

I nearly choked on my last morsel and then waved a yes to her for more tea. She filled up my glass and asked, “Are you OK?”

“She is,” Joe responded, laughing.

“I’ll be back in a few to see if you need anything,” Beverly chirped brightly.

I watched her go.

“I’d love to see her out of that uniform,” Joe said.

I nodded, adding, “Me, too.”

He grabbed another taco and said, “That’s my girl.”

Before we left the restaurant, my handsome boyfriend spoke with Beverly, who agreed to meet us the following night. Of course, Joe had insisted I wear my skirt for our encounter. I did so without argument because the thought of that beautiful waitress pulling it up was enough to make my pussy drip.

When Beverly showed up at our place, she looked nervous but excited. Her cheeks were flushed without the aid of makeup.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said. “I’ve never…”

“Well, I assure you, we don’t bite. I mean, unless that’s requested,” I said.

She laughed, and from the way she was looking at my legs and Joe’s broad chest, I knew we’d get along just fine.

The three of us settled in our sunroom. A big space with plush sofas and a view of the hills. We had no close neighbors, so we did not need to fear being seen through our curtain-free windows.

I made Beverly a drink and sat next to her. Putting my hand on her thigh, I squeezed it gently. Taking a sip of her drink, she mirrored the action, resting her small hand on my thigh and sliding it up just a bit.

Meanwhile, Joe stood nearby, watching us with a pleased smile on his face.

“I have a question,” she said, moving her fingers against my tights.

“Yes?” I replied encouragingly.

“Can we just…do it? That way I won’t be nervous anymore, and then I can enjoy my drink.”

I burst out laughing. But I nodded and told her, “If you’re sure that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

“Then your wish is our command,” I said.

“May I?” she asked, nodding at my skirt.

My heart was pounding, but I tried to act cool. I nodded, and she got down on her knees in front of me. She spread my legs and flipped up my skirt, so the hem lay across my waist. Then she leaned in and pushed her mouth to my cunt. Her hot breath breached my tights and panties. My pussy was already wet from imagining our night ahead, but her breath hitting me that way was enough to drive me to the edge of orgasm.

Beverly made short work of my skirt. Then her delicate fingers slipped into the waistband of my tights, and she tugged them downward. I lifted my ass and let her lower the hosiery and my panties to my knees.

Joe signaled his excitement by releasing a small noise that sent a jolt of arousal straight to my crotch.

Beverly took her time unzipping my boots and pulling them off. Then she peeled off my tights and panties and tossed them aside. She put her hands on my thighs, leaned in and licked my slit.

My mind went blank, and I gasped helplessly. I had not expected this seemingly shy woman to take the lead. But she slid her hands up my inner thighs, parted my outer pussy lips and lapped at me more vigorously.

Suddenly, Joe was behind her, taking her hair in his hand like a rein. He tugged slightly, and she tipped her head back. He got down on his knees behind her and kissed the back of her neck. Then he was lifting her sweater over her head and cupping her small, braless tits.

Beverly resumed licking me, and my pussy grew wetter. I bumped up my hips to meet her mouth as Joe tugged her leggings down. Once he managed to strip her, he freed his cock.

“May I?” he asked her.

Understanding what he was after, Beverly nodded eagerly, her tongue never breaking contact with my pussy.

When Joe slid his cock into her cunt, she sighed against my tender flesh. When he began to move, she pulled back, stroked my mound and then slid two fingers into my cunt. Then she brought her mouth back to my crotch.

I buried my hands in her hair, pumping my hips faster and harder. I felt the sharpness of her teeth scraping my nub and the slide of her fingers inside me, and I rode the wave of bliss those sensations produced.

Joe was slamming into her so recklessly I feared he’d come too quickly. But we had the whole night ahead of us, so I needn’t have worried if we’d have enough time for fun.

Beverly curled her fingers inside my cunt. No doubt she was doing to me what often felt good to her. She touched me expertly, and I gasped as pleasure consumed me. Warm languid spasms had me panting as I tugged her silken hair.

Joe let out a groan and pulled free of Beverly’s snatch. She sank down on all fours, and he reclined on the floor and patted his thigh as he looked at me.

“Come here, my lovely girlfriend. Ride my cock,” he said, sparking my laughter. “And come here, lovely guest. Let me taste you,” he continued.

I straddled Joe’s hips, and the shaggy carpet was soft against my knees. I grabbed his cock, so familiar in my hand and so incredibly hard, and slid the head of it along my wet slit. I sank down, taking in just the tip, and rolled my hips. Eagerly, I watched Beverly straddled his mouth. Her thighs were on either side of his head as she faced me.

Joe reached up, grabbed her ass and pulled her down so he could eat her. His tongue was a whirlwind as he licked and lapped at her pussy. She shut her eyes, hung her head and moaned.

I slid onto his hard shaft and began to move up and down. I nearly withdrew on every upstroke but then rammed myself down with great force.

Then without warning, Beverly’s hands were on my tits. Her fingers were playing across my nipples as she leaned in, and we kissed.

Pleasure unfurled deep inside me, and I rocked my hips in a rhythm that made everything feel exquisite.

I found her breasts with my hands and squeezed then gently. Then I feathered my thumbs across her nipples, so they stood up firm and erect.

Joe had one hand on my thigh as I rode him and one hand on her ass as he ate her. A blessed man trapped in a blissful moment.

I pinched her nipples hard, and her big blue eyes shot open.

“Again,” she demanded.

So I did it again, pinching longer the second time as she moved her hips with eagerness. Joe craned his neck to avoid breaking contact with her sex, darting his tongue up and over her wet folds. I watched his jaw move, heard the wet sounds of his oral actions and felt his cock jerk deep in my snug pussy.

When I finally let go of her nipples, they were pale and the color gradually began to seep back into them. She sighed with her eyes closed and her body moving to its own secret rhythm.

Beverly’s fingers caressed me. My breast, down my side, over my collarbone, my lips, my hair. All the while, I rolled my hips, working Joe’s hard cock against my G-spot. I could hear how wet my pussy was, and every stroke of his dick delivered a jolt of bright pleasure.

The first small pre-orgasmic flutter hit, and I relished it, knowing very soon I would come for real — and so would she.

Joe thrust up from beneath me, and she leaned in and kissed me, her tongue sliding along mine. She cupped my breasts and worked the nipples.

I came, my pussy milking Joe’s thrusting cock eagerly, and he groaned long and low like a man on the edge.

Both of his hands came up and wrapped around Beverly’s thighs. He held her steady and moved his mouth over her pussy like a man possessed.

She sank a bit lower with her eyes shut as she surrendered to the moment.

I decided to help by climbing off Joe, moving next to her and kissing her plump lips. She moaned as I kissed a soft line down her neck and over her shoulder. When I reached her breasts, I licked one boob, nibbled the top of it and sucked her rosy nipple into my mouth. I drew on it hard, and when she rolled her hips, I bit it. She came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

I went to Joe, climbed atop his impossibly hard dick, and rode him the way I knew would get him off. He clenched my hips and came, filling me with his sticky load. I collapsed atop him, feeling warm and satisfied.

When we finally got back around to having drinks, we were all clad in robes.

Beverly handed me my skirt and said, “You should put this back on soon.”

“Why is that?” I asked.

“Before I go for the night, I’d like to take it off you again.”