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Sex Stories

Sex Stories

moira9

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Erotic stories, the most intimate stories about sex and new sexual experiences. Lots of interesting and exciting porn stories, real life intimate stories. Keep reading and enjoy. Exclusively!!!

Chapter 1 In Search of Men

When Tanya and Margo entered the restaurant, a man quickly rushed outside, the door's bells chiming behind him. As soon as they stepped inside, the air felt stuffy. The aroma of delicious food filled the space, and pleasant music stirred the souls of the numerous patrons.

The restaurant was well-decorated, its walls painted in beige tones. A beautifully lit bar counter stood in the center of the room. Few paid attention to the new arrivals, as most were engaged in lively conversations in small groups.

"Take off your jacket," Margo nudged Tanya and quickly removed her own coat, hanging it on a nearby rack. "Shall we head to the bar and take a look around?"

Tanya nodded silently, finally managing to shrug off her coat, while she admired the décor of the place. Large art-deco style lamps hung from the ceiling, and Margo had an urge to tug on one of them, as they caught her attention. The girls made their way to the bar. Settling onto the high stools, they continued to glance around.

In the far corner sat a young waitress, typing something on her smartphone with her long fingers. Her dark hair hung down, nearly obscuring the screen. Whether she could see anything through that curtain of hair remained a mystery.

"Good evening, ladies. Have you decided on your order?" A waiter had approached them silently and with incredible agility. His movements were so fluid and precise, it seemed as though he had been born wearing a waiter's uniform, destined for this job.

Tanya looked at Margo expectantly, hoping she would order the infamous "Sex on the Beach." But after eyeing the shelves stacked with countless bottles of alcohol, Margo shifted her gaze to the waiter. He looked young to her, perhaps too young. A tattoo of a dragon peeked out from under his crisp white shirt. His chestnut hair was slicked back, and his sharp cheekbones gave him a masculine, almost seductive look.

Finally tearing her eyes away from the handsome young man, Margo placed their order.

"Two teas, please," she said somewhat shyly. Even Tanya gave her a curious glance - it wasn't often you heard such a timid tone from the bold and confident Margo.

"Anything to go with your tea?" the waiter asked, flashing a smile full of perfect teeth.

The girls shook their heads in unison, and the waiter silently withdrew. As soon as he was a safe distance away, Tanya leaned in and, lowering her voice, asked:

"What do you think about that guy over at that table?" She nodded towards a man sitting alone by the window. "He's kind of cute. Imagine the fun we could have with him!"

Margo discreetly assessed the man. He looked to be in his forties, wearing a warm sweater, with jet-black hair and an intense gaze focused on his laptop. He seemed deeply absorbed in his work, his strong hands typing effortlessly on the keyboard.

"I found someone even better. Look at those guys over there," Margo pointed to a group of young men, seemingly in their thirties. "And there are two of them. Shall we team up?"

"I don't know... I feel a little out of place here. On the street, it's different. You walk along the cars, and boom, the client appears. But here..." Tanya sighed and wrinkled her nose. The bartender arrived just then with their tea, and of course, he couldn't resist making a comment.

"You ladies are quite the sight. Waiting for someone? Your boyfriends, perhaps?"

Tanya and Margo exchanged glances and burst out laughing. Indeed, they were waiting for men-but the kind that could take full advantage of them and pay handsomely for it.

"If you're free, my shift ends at eight," the bartender said casually. "My friend is coming by, maybe we could go for a walk or catch a movie? What do you say?"

Caught off guard, the girls didn't know how to respond.

The door's bells chimed again, signaling the entrance of a group of young men-most likely students, judging by their appearance. They entered loudly, engaged in a lively conversation. After they sat down at a table, the waitress reluctantly put down her phone and went over to take their order.

The bartender's voice brought the girls back to their unfinished conversation. They flinched slightly and turned their attention back to the young man standing before them.

"So, what's the verdict? Will you leave me your number? By the way, I'm Kirill," the bartender said, handing them a piece of paper and a pen with a broader smile. "And you are?"

"I'm Tanya," her friend responded cheerfully, taking the pen from Kirill's hand. "And this is Margo, our VIP." Tanya playfully nudged her friend, who then giggled, finally melting into a smile of her own.

Seeing their smiles, Kirill's confidence grew. And Tanya was already scribbling her phone number for him.

"Though I'm not sure if we'll be free..." Tanya murmured, only to be rudely interrupted by one of the students who had just arrived.

"Hey, get us three beers. Please," he smirked, glancing at Kirill. Once the bartender acknowledged his order, the student shifted his gaze to the girls, specifically to Tanya's long legs. "Ladies, why don't you join us? You look bored sitting there alone. Let us treat you to some beer," he winked, as his friends grinned like hyenas.

Margo didn't appreciate the way they looked at them and dismissed them with a sharp comment: "We're not that bored to sit with guys like you."

The student's tone immediately changed, and he mumbled something unintelligible under his breath.

Kirill quickly tried to defuse the situation. "Guys, let's not cause trouble. Can we keep it down?" he pleaded softly. It was clear he wanted to say more, but didn't dare.

The offender reeked of cheap cigarettes. He was tall, with a face full of freckles. He hadn't even taken off his jacket yet, standing there in a bright sports coat. His friends continued to grin, and Margo guessed they had probably made a bet on the girls, sending the bravest one to make a move. But with these guys, they weren't going to get anything out of it-maybe a beer and a quick romp in the restaurant's bathroom at best.

But evidently, the student's sexual drive outweighed his pride, and he approached the bar again.

"So, have you changed your minds? Come join us," he asked, ogling the girls from head to toe, mentally undressing them.

This time, the girls dismissed him with a silent wave, as if swatting away an annoying fly.

"Oh, come on! I can tell you're here to find someone to screw. Maybe you'll do it for some beer?"

Tanya couldn't take it anymore and lunged at the offender, fists ready. Margo reacted quickly, grabbing her arm and calming her down before things escalated.

"What, can't handle the truth? All of you whores are the same!" he spat angrily and returned to his table, where his friends erupted in loud laughter.

"What a jerk!" her friend yelled after him.

Tanya trembled, either from anger or excitement. She sipped her tea and exhaled slowly, trying to regain her composure. Kirill was talking on his phone with someone, and Margo clenched internally, hoping he wasn't calling the police. The last thing they needed was to deal with the cops. So what if they dressed provocatively? They dealt with idiots like this every day.

"Girls," the waitress whispered, "those men over there," she motioned with her head, "want to invite you to join them."

Tanya and Margo exchanged knowing glances and turned toward the men. Both looked to be around 45, dressed differently-one in a shirt and slacks, the other in jeans and a dark sweater.

"Shall we?" Tanya asked. "They look solid, and definitely have money. Unlike some," she added in a whisper, frowning.

Margo nodded silently and stood up. The students, whom Margo mentally dubbed "losers," catcalled as the girls walked past, clearly hinting that they were right about them all along.

Tanya considered turning back to respond but ultimately waved them off. It reminded Margo of how the neighborhood boys used to tease them in the same way, only for the girls to beat them up-and then sleep with them by the lake afterward.

As they approached the table, the men exchanged approving glances, whispering to each other, likely deciding who would get whom.

When they reached the table, one of the men stood and pulled out a chair for them to sit. No longer hiding their interest, they openly admired the girls' figures, clearly pleased with what they saw. Margo perched on the edge of her chair, and Tanya settled beside her. Now it was their turn to assess the clients.

The man in the shirt was nearly entirely gray-haired, with bags under his eyes and wrinkles lining his forehead. His rough stubble and broad shoulders gave him a rugged appeal. Margo noticed a wedding ring on his thick fingers. His friend was his polar opposite-tall and thin, with a bald patch on top of his head. He seemed nervous, rubbing his hands together constantly.

"Well, shall we get acquainted? I'm Vladimir," the gray-haired man introduced himself. "And this is my friend Vyacheslav," he nodded towards the slender man, who smiled, revealing a few gold teeth. "And what are your names, beautiful ladies?"

"And hey! Ladies!" the student called out again, raising his voice. "Why bother with these old-timers? They've got nothing left in the tank!"

"Why do you need old dicks and shriveled balls when you can use young dicks?"

(continued in the next chapter)

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