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Subject: {ASSM} Deja vu times two - Part 1 (M/FF)
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Date: Sat, 24 Oct 2009 01:10:03 -0400
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It's been more than a year now but I still can not get that afternoon
at the gas station out of my head. Slow pump indeed. Rarely do such
erotic situations ever come true, but that's why they're called
fantasies, I said to myself.

I don't know why but I was thinking about her while finishing a
chicken sandwich and onion rings at the family-friendly food and ice
cream store in town. My wife and son had already eaten by the time I
got there, so they left for their weekend adventure at her sister's
house across the state line while I got stuck with the check. 

I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention as I was paying my bill at
the front register. I turned around quickly but only made one step
before I crashed into the person standing behind me. Since I was
looking down at the time my first glimpse of who I had collided with
was an eyeful of tan cleavage. 

"Oh jeeze, I'm sorry," I said as I stepped back a looked her in the
eyes. "You alright?"

"Yeah, no problem," she said.

In the split second I saw her face and heard her voice my brain fired
off alarm bells. My eyes darted to the friend she was with and back to
her, and I smiled an even bigger smile. 

"Well, hello there. Never expected to run into you again," I said, "so
to speak." 

Perhaps she didn't recognize me at first without the beard. "Last
summer. The gas station...." I let the rest of the sentence hang
there.

My mind replayed the afternoon in an instant. How hot she looked in
the short white shorts at the gas station, the cheesy sexual innuendo
that led to one of the most memorable erotic adventures I ever had. I
could still feel the hardness of her nipples in my mouth, the taste of
her pussy on my tongue, and the sounds of her cumming.

The lightbulb went off in her head and when I saw her smile I knew she
remembered too. "Oh my god," she said. "You look better without the
beard," she said as she brushed my cheek. "How are you?"

"Thanks, and you look as good as I remember," I said, while taking
another look at her slender 5'2" frame from head to toe. "What brings
you in here?"

"We had a craving for a big ice cream sundae," she said and pointed to
her friend. Apparently looking for approval, she said "Are you
leaving? Do you want to join us?" 

"How can I say no to that," I said and turned back to the woman behind
the register. "I guess I'm staying. Can I have the booth I just left?"

The waitress, who I guessed wasn't much older than these two girls
herself,  picked up three dessert menus and led us to the corner booth
I had just left. Fortunately, in the short amount of time I was gone
someone had cleared away the plates and wiped up the ketchup my son
had spilled all over. I climbed in and scooted around, and the two
followed. Of course all kinds of thoughts rushed through my head at
that moment as I was walking with these two, but I told myself 'down
boy, lightning rarely strikes twice'.

"Sorry about what happened outside the store last year," I told my
fantasy gal, whose name is Angela. "Hope you weren't too upset I had
to rush off."

About two weeks after our encounter at the gas station I ran into
Angela and a different friend of hers outside a convenience store. I
swear, we were within moments of having another close encounter of the
erotic kind when my cell phone rang. The ringtone told me it was my
wife and as you would expect the moment was lost.

"Well, I was left a little frustrated," she said. The other woman, a
red-head named Vickie, whispered something into Angela's ear, probably
asking her who the hell I was and why I was in the way. Judging by her
reaction I think she got the x-rated highlights of Angela and my
afternoon fling. 

Our waitress interrupted the conversation to take our orders. I went
for a simple vanilla sundae with pineapple topping. Angela went with
hot fudge, extra whipped cream and extra cherries, and Vicki went for
a banana split, extra cherries also.

"Whipped cream and cherries, eh? I'll have to remember that," I
grinned. 

"Ha, yeah," Angela said. At that moment Vickie whispered something
into Angela's ear again, and they both excused themselves and headed
out to the ladies restroom. I watched, or should I say leered at,
their shapely asses and short skirts and amused myself with the
thought of taking two women to bed at the same time. Yeah right.

It was only a few minutes before the two returned, but instead of
taking their same places each climbed into the booth close to me,
Angela on my right and Vickie on my left. I tried to be calm on the
outside, but my cock had other ideas and was already making my jeans
slightly uncomfortable.

Before I could say anything the waitress arrived and I laughed at the
piles of cherries on Angela and Vickie's ice cream. They both grabbed
a cherry and played with it on their lips for a moment before sucking
them into their mouths. 

"Tease," I said, and they both laughed. Angela picked up another. 

"Would you like to eat my cherry?" 

"Haven't I done that already," I grinned. 

"Mmmmmm, yes you did," she said, and moved her hand under the table to
my crotch. "Vickie, I think I know where you can get another banana."

Vickie grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze. "Yum, that is a nice
banana." 

Now, it's a good thing we were sitting at a corner booth in the back,
because now I had two sexy women rubbing my crotch with their hands.
We were far enough away from the few other customers who were there
that I don't think anyone could see what was happening below the
tabletop.

I took a bite of ice cream and looked at Angela for a moment, then
moved my left hand under the table and started caressing Vickie's
thigh. Apparently she didn't mind because she moved just a little bit
to open her legs. Her nipples grew hard against the cotton of her
t-shirt. I wanted to find out how wet her panties were, so you can
imagine my surprise when I found nothing but a damp, uncovered pussy.
She fidgeted a bit as I ran my little finger across her lips. "You
found the banana. I think I found the split."

"I hope you didn't forget about eating my cherry," Angela said. As I
turned to look at her I saw her bring her hand up from underneath the
table. Her fingers glistened with wetness and it wasn't from the
cherry she was holding. She put it in my mouth and I sucked on her
fingers as much as the tiny red fruit. "As delicious as I remember. I
could eat it all afternoon." 

"I wish you would," Angela said. 

"Don't forget me," said Vickie. 

"If there weren't other people around and this damn table wasn't in my
way I would be on my knees licking your split right now," I told her.
"Both of you"

"C'mon Ange, let's go," Vickie said. "My place is closer and my
roommate is gone for the weekend."

I threw $30 on the table, which was probably double the bill, but
right then and there I just didn't care. What I did care about was the
bulge in my pants, so we waited a couple of minutes for my cock to
calm down before we walked out to the parking lot. 

(to be continued...)

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