Emily admired the décor as she walked into the new tapas restaurant and margarita bar that had opened a few miles from her condo.  The server greeted her, “Welcome to On the Rocks, did you have a reservation?” She managed to not visibly roll her eyes at the name. ‘We get it, you make margaritas,’ she thought to herself. She smiled back at the handsome, twenty-something server. He had a well-trimmed beard and dark hair.  “I’m meeting someone, he should already be here, reservation under the name Peter.” The server smiled back, “Yes, we have your table right this way, but your date hasn’t arrived yet.” The server paused, then sensing Emily’s disappointment, added “I’ll bring him right over when he gets here.” He escorted her to a seat at a high tabletop for two. 

Emily checked her phone, no message from Peter. She had worried that he would be waiting on her after she made the mistake of trying to find street parking, circling the block several times. Eventually, she settled on paying for the parking garage across the street. ‘Maybe he’s just having trouble parking too,’ she thought to herself. She and Peter hadn’t met in-person yet, but they’d been chatting online for a couple of weeks after matching on a dating site. Emily had her doubts that it would turn into anything long-term, but Peter was very good-looking and was friendly enough. She thought she’d give him the chance, and if nothing else, she’d have the chance to end a long dry spell. She hadn’t had sex in months and was desperately horny. Settling in to wait, she perused the menu. She had read good reviews and was excited to try their food. The shrimp tacos caught her eye, but she’d wait for Peter to order. After a few minutes, she checked her phone again. Nothing. The waiter arrived at her table, “Would you like to order a drink while you’re waiting?” Emily loved a good margarita and wasn’t going to miss the opportunity. “I’ll have a margarita please, salt rim, on the rocks.” The waiter replied, “did you want the regular or one of the flavors? We have mango, jalapeno-grapefruit, basil…” Emily interrupted in a friendly tone, “Just regular please.” The waiter gave a subtle nod, approving both of her choice and thanking her for not making him list the other 5 flavors. “I’ll have that right out. Good choice.” With that, he walked away. Emily checked her phone again, there was a text, but nothing from Peter. Where was he? They were to meet at 7:30 and it was already 7:45. The message was from her friend. Let me know how the date goes! Emily laughed to herself, ‘Great so far.’ She scrolled on her phone, waiting. A few minutes later, her margarita arrived. “Enjoy!” the waiter added before hurrying off. She tried it. ‘WOW!’ she thought to herself. It was fantastic. As she sipped her drink, she watched as the handsome server greeted two men arriving at the restaurant. They both looked to be in their early or mid-thirties, the same or possibly a few years younger than Emily. She watched as the server led the two men past her high-top table to seats at the bar. She overheard the server recommend the margarita; the same Emily was drinking. ‘Good recommendation,’ she thought. She watched the two men as they took their seats. Both were handsome. One was tall with a thin but athletic build. She admired his collared dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm, a look she particularly liked. The other was a little shorter and heavier set, also wearing a gorgeous, collared shirt. He had a strong look. Emily liked strong men. She felt a tingle of excitement run through her body. Suddenly, one of the men looked over, making eye contact with her. Emily glanced down quickly, trying to pretend she hadn’t been checking them out, but it was obvious. She sipped her drink again before glancing back up quickly, checking to see if he had noticed. He was still looking at her, and smiled when she made eye contact the second time. She smiled back and then looked away, back to her menu, trying unsuccessfully not to blush. She checked her watch, 7:52. Where was Peter? Emily scrolled on her phone, trying not to look like a woman who was getting stood up. After a few minutes, she decided to text Peter. I’m at the restaurant, you coming? She waited, sipping her Margarita, her annoyance turning to anger as it became clear Peter was either going to be very late, or wasn’t coming at all. She was still holding onto hope. He was only 30 minutes late. She began to fantasize about him arriving. Maybe his Uber was late. Maybe his babysitter was late. ‘It had to be something like that, right?’ She thought about the bottle of white wine she had chilling at her condo, ready to be shared later if the night went well. Her thoughts turned to her bedroom and what might happen there. A rush of excitement pulsed through her body. She fantasized about a powerful man thrusting into her, surprising herself with how quickly her thoughts turned so explicit. She allowed herself to continue the fantasy, feeling a slight tingle between her legs. She thought about how good a cock would feel inside her. She was snapped back to reality when her phone vibrated. It was a text from Peter. Can’t make it tonight, sorry ‘What the fuck,’ she whispered to herself. It was after 8pm. She didn’t even respond to the text. She was done with Peter. ‘Damnit. To think, I was going to fuck him later,’ she thought to herself. She had even bought new lacy black lingerie for the occasion. Now, nobody would see it. She glanced up to the bar where the two handsome men were laughing with each other. Emily found herself fantasizing about them instead.
The waiter walked up. He could tell by Emily’s expression what was happening. “No luck tonight?” he asked. She shook her head. “Would you like to order some food?” Emily thought for a moment. “No thank you,” she replied, “but this Margarita was excellent.” “No problem,” the waiter responded, “I’ll just leave this check if you’re done.” Emily handed him her credit card, wanting to get away from the failed date as quickly as possible. He nodded, being sensitive to her situation, and discreetly shuffled off to run her card. Emily got up to use the restroom, glancing over at the two handsome men. They were already looking at her, and both looked away quickly. ‘Were they checking me out?’ she thought to herself. She kept looking at them and she thought she could make out one of them saying, “Hot.” She turned and walked to the restroom, and her thoughts of self-consciousness and anxiety returned. She felt disappointed and rejected after months of failed dating and now being stood up by a guy she wasn’t even that interested in. She just wanted to fuck. ‘I can’t even get laid,’ she thought to herself. A minute later she found herself looking in the mirror as she washed her hands. Emily had plenty of self-consciousness about her looks, like most people, but she knew she was pretty. She looked into her own brown eyes. Her long, dark hair lay on her shoulders. She couldn’t help noticing how good her cleavage looked. Some of her disappointed, rejected feelings turned into confidence. ‘His loss,’ should thought. She straightened herself up and left the restroom. She walked back to the table and sat, just to pay the bill. She’d make the most of her evening. There was a nice, chilled bottle of wine, that sexy show she liked, and the new vibrator she’d gotten a month ago waiting for her at home. Resigned to spend the evening alone, she went to pay for her drink, but only her card was inside. The waiter was walking over, anticipating her confusion. “You’re all set, someone paid your tab,” he said before moving to serve another table. Emily smiled confused. She glanced up and the two men at the bar caught her eye. They tipped their drinks to her, smiling, and then went back to their conversation. She turned to leave, but something came over her. She was dressed up, ready to have a fun night, why not go say thank you? She could always leave if she wanted. Emily had always been shy, but in recent years she had felt confidence building, part of getting older she thought. Emily then did something she would never have imagined herself doing. She walked up to the two handsome men. “Thank you for the drink,” she said, “I’m Emily.” The men were pleasantly surprised, and the taller, thinner man quickly responded. “You’re welcome, I’m Brad.” “Chris,” the other said. Brad went on, “We wanted to get your drink, it seemed like your night wasn’t what you expected.” Emily laughed and nodded, “yeah, not a great night for me so far.” There was an awkward pause until Chris replied, “Is your boyfriend OK?” Emily laughed harder, “NOT, my boyfriend, this was supposed to be our first date.” The who men laughed with her. “His loss,” Brad said before continuing, “Please don’t feel obligated, we’re happy to get your drink, don’t feel like you have to talk to us.” Emily thought for a moment, “No, I’m happy to be out. I don’t want to intrude though.” Brad responded, “We’re just having a drink, we’d love for you to join us.” With that Emily sat at the bar, flattered by the attention, and relieved her night wasn’t going to end so early. They ordered another round of margaritas and got to know each other. Emily learned that Brad was a lawyer, had gotten married young, and divorced last year. Chris was his friend from law school and was helping him get back into going out. Emily talked about her job as a physical therapist and about her long-term boyfriend with whom things hadn’t quite worked out. Conversation flowed, as did the margaritas. They discussed college, and TV shows, and whatever came to mind. They ordered the shrimp tacos, which were excellent. As the bartender took their plates away, he offered them another round. “Oh, I’m driving, I’d better be done,” Emily said, disappointment in her voice. The two men nodded, understanding. “That’s why we took an Uber,” Brad replied. Emily didn’t want the night to end. She was having so much fun with these two men, and they were so attractive. She replied, “Wish I’d done that, but I should probably go, leave you guys to your evening.” Chris said, “Wish you could stay too.” Emily nodded. Brad interrupted, “Wait, are you in the garage across the street?” Emily nodded again before Brad continued, “You know, they only charge you $10 more if you get your car by noon tomorrow. You can split the Uber home with us later.” Emily felt a rush of excitement. “Are you sure?” Both men nodded. “I guess we’ll have another round!” The bartender smiled and went to mix their drinks. The night continued. They drank and laughed. Chris was telling a funny story about his ex-girlfriend when Emily got caught up in her own thoughts. She felt great. This is exactly what she was craving, a fun night out and some handsome men to socialize with. ‘Well, not everything she was craving,’ she thought. She nodded at Chris who was finishing his story. She laughed and glanced over at Brad, who was laughing with her. His eyes rose quickly to meet hers. She was quite sure he’d been checking out her cleavage. As their third margarita got low, Emily was feeling pleasantly buzzed, and had a confidence that she’d only recently learned to lean into. She told Brad and Chris about Peter and how they’d chatted but never met, that this was to be their first date. She finished the story, telling them about how she didn’t really see the relationship going anywhere. Brad and Chris nodded. Emily took the last sip of her margarita and added, “His loss, I didn’t even want a serious thing, honestly I just wanted to get laid.” Brad’s eyes went wide, and he smiled. Chris laughed, “Hell yeah!” he said. Chris, the more confident of the two men, spoke first. “Good for you. I can’t believe he stood you up. You look amazing, and it’s so fun chatting with you.” Brad, who was shy, but clearly enthusiastic at the new direction of the conversation, blushed and nodded. Emily smiled back, “Thank you. What about you guys, any dates recently?” Brad replied, laughing, “Ha, I was married for 4 years, divorced a year ago. I haven’t been on a date since I was 27! And this is my crazy single friend Chris. He’s always out for a good time.” Chris nodded his agreement. Emily smiled back at Brad. She glanced over at Chris unable to stop her eyes from wandering to his broad chest. He was clearly checking her out too. The tone suddenly turned very flirtatious. Emily felt a wave of excitement. “Always a good time huh?” Chris read her cues perfectly, “Do you want to get out of here?” Brad nodded. The wave of excitement she felt turned to desire. Emily thought to herself, ‘Is this really happening?’ She paused for a moment, looking at both, “I need to stop by my car to grab my jacket.” Brad grinned and said, “I’ll get the tab and catch up with you.” Moments later, Emily found herself walking with Chris across to the parking garage. She couldn’t control herself from fantasizing about him. She desperately wanted to kiss him, to touch his broad chest, to feel him pressing into her. He opened the stairwell door for her, and she smiled. She reached back to him, and he took her hand, holding it as they climbed the stairs together. Her car was on the second floor. They walked quickly, not speaking, feeling the sexual tension. As they walked up to her car, Emily popped the trunk. Chris has his arm around her, and before she reached into grab her jacket, he leaned in and kissed her, just a peck at first. Emily thought to herself, ‘he’s so sweet, making sure I’m into it.’ Knowing exactly what she wanted, she didn’t hesitate. She kissed him back, passionately. Their tongues touched, pressing into each other as their hands moved over each other’s bodies. He pulled her into him, kissing her more deeply. A car passed by behind them, but they paid no attention, focusing only on each other. The parking garage was mostly quiet, but Emily got a thrill out of knowing that the people in the car could see them. Emily felt Chris’s hands move to her hips, and then to her ass, pulling her into him as they kissed. She wanted more. She took one of his hands and pushed it down, between her legs. As his hand brushed against the outside of her skirt, she felt her pussy ache for attention. He moved and kissed her neck as he slid his hand up underneath her skirt. His fingertips caressed and outside of her panties, just over her clit. The attention from this strong, handsome man, was overwhelming. She’d looked forward to this for so long. She lost herself in the moment, enjoying his touch. After a minute, he took her hand and led her around to the side of the car. She was parked at the end of a row, and they had just enough privacy. The main stairwell was down the other end, and the car was between them and the main driveway, with only a little-used stairwell behind them. Emily opened her back door and turned around to embrace Chris. He kissed her again and moved his hand back to her pussy. Emily enjoyed his touch over her lacy lingerie panties for a few moments before pausing to slip them off. She dropped them around her ankles and stepped out of them, carefully in her heeled boots. She tossed her panties to the front seat and then climbed onto the back seat, laying on her back, inviting Chris to pleasure her. He enthusiastically followed, leaning in, flipping her skirt up. Emily felt him grasp her hips with his powerful hands before he kissed her inner thighs. She closed her eyes as his tongue gently touched her clit for the first time. ‘Wow, he really knows what he’s doing,’ she thought to herself, pleasantly surprised. “Oh, fuck yes!” she moaned. Chris licked up and down, gently at first, slowly adding pressure. She rolled her head back in ecstasy. It felt so good. Chris quickened his pace slightly and Emily’s muscles flexed in rhythm with his tongue. The excitement of the moment, the spontaneity, and the pleasure, she felt herself start build towards orgasm. She was going to cum hard. Reading her cues again, Chris slid one finger into her pussy, not stopping wish his tongue. Emily moaned louder, and he began to suck on her clit gently. “Oh fuck, just like that!” Emily felt her muscles tighten as Chris sucked, slowly building pace and pressure, pushing in and out with his fingers. Unable to control herself any longer, Emily moaned “Yes, yes, yes! Just like that! Yes, make me cum!!” Emily felt a wave a pleasure build, starting with her pussy and radiating outwards through her whole body. Her thighs tensed as the orgasm hit her. She tried to keep quiet, but the feeling was overwhelming. “Ohhhhh!” she cried out, loud enough, that it echoed slightly through the garage. She managed to get her voice back under control and her muscles tensed and relaxed over and over, waves of pleasure washing over her. As her orgasm slowly waned, Chris relaxed his pace to not overstimulate her as she calmed. After a moment, he stopped altogether. Emily opened her eyes, smiling at him. He smiled back, and said “that was fun,” giving a slight nod. Emily had had an orgasm, but she wasn’t done. The months of waiting left her with so much sexual energy, she wanted his hard cock. She sat up and kissed him, starting to undo his belt when she heard the parking garage door. It was at the stairwell at the far end. She sat all the way up and pulled her skirt down. Chris, still fully clothed, looked up, then back to her. “It’s Brad,” he said, but there was something about how he said it. Emily could tell he didn’t mean for her to stop.
Chris stood up, and Emily climbed out of the car in front of him. She couldn’t help noticing he was rock hard, his pants fitting uncomfortably. She straightened her skirt, not worrying about her panties on the front seat. Brad approached them. Emily felt a mix of embarrassment and pride as it was obvious what they had been doing. She was surprised Chris wasn’t doing more to hide his aroused state. Chris said to Brad, “We were just having some fun.” Emily was pleasantly surprised and their openness. She had expected embarrassment. She was even more surprised when Brad replied, “Well, don’t let me stop you!” Emily felt a rush of excitement, ‘what does he mean?’ Chris grinned back at Brad, then turned to Emily. “Do you want to do more?” he asked kindly. Emily was speechless for a moment. She desperately wanted these men, but felt nervous, so surprised by the unexpected situation. She managed to stammer, “I mean, I really want to, you’re both so…I mean, yes” Chris smiled wider. “You want us both?” he asked. Emily’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She had fantasies like this, but never expected it to happen. She couldn’t stop herself from nodding enthusiastically, managing to utter only, “Yes!” Chris replied, “Can he watch first?” Emily nodded more. With that, Chris began to unbutton her blouse, quickly revealing her lacy black lingerie. Emily noticed the look on Chris’s face as he undid the buttons. She was quite large chested and could tell Chris loved it. She was just managing to get his pants undone, feeling his bulging boxer briefs underneath, when he undid her bra, tossing it into the car. He then helped her by pulling his boxer briefs down. His cock sprung forth, bumping into her stomach. Emily began to stroke him with her hands as he massaged her breasts. His cock was so hard. She felt a dribble of sticky pre-cum on her hand. She giggled as he leaned in and gently sucked on one of her nipples, then the other. She trembled slightly and pulled away. She was still too sensitive this soon after her orgasm. She stroked him faster as he stood up and placed both his hands back on her chest. “Mmmmm,” she heard him moan. She could tell he was getting excited playing with her tits. Emily stroked Chris faster, enjoying his touch on her chest. She looked over at Brad. He had moved a little closer to them, just watching, enjoying the show. This had always been a fantasy of hers, but she never expected it to be a reality. She made eye contact with Brad and then glanced down. He was obviously hard, barely contained in his jeans. She realized he was just going to watch. That’s all she’d invited him to do, at least so far. She thought to herself, “awe, how respectful.” She looked back up at Brad’s eyes and gestured for him to come closer. Brad smiled and Chris moaned again, giving his approval, and letting her know he was getting closer to orgasm.
Brad moved next to Chris. Emily found herself, with her back to the open backseat of the car, and the two handsome men from the bar standing in front of her. She continued to stroke Chris’s cock as Brad looked down the parking garage, making sure nobody was coming. Seeing no one, he unbuckled his belt and his jeans. His cock sprung forth, and Emily quickly took it into her other hand. She was fully recovered from her orgasm and yearned for cock, the kind of yearning she only got after months of not getting laid. Both men began to moan their approval as she stoked their hard cocks as they massaged her large breasts. Suddenly, she heard the parking garage door open. It was the stairwell at the far end of the row, all the way down the other side of the garage. She, Chris, and Brad were on the opposite side of Emily’s car, a long way away. The threesome paused, knowing the other group could see them, but that they were probably too far away to see what they were doing. Emily giggled, finding herself holding two hard cocks, her breasts exposed, waiting to see if they would need to cover up quickly. She was relieved when she realized the other people had gotten into a car far down the row. She heard their car doors close and their engine start. She turned and looked back to Chris and Brad, who both had thrilled looks on their faces. Their fun had taken on a new danger and urgency. Emily smiled at both men before sitting down on the back seat of her car, sideways so her boots were still on the pavement. The men remained standing side-by-side, facing her. She felt overwhelmed with excitement. The thrill of spontaneity, the risk of knowing they might be interrupted at any moment. She wanted both so badly. With a combination of lust and urgency, she kept stroking, one cock with each hand. As the men moaned approval, she wrapped her lips around Chris, sucking fast, stroking his shaft. She tasted his sweet precum and she knew he was close. She blew him for a few moments, then switched, sucking Brad while stroking Chris. She went back and forth a few times, nearly overwhelmed by the attention of two men and pleasuring two cocks at the same time. “Mmmmm, Mmmmmm, Mmmmm,” she moaned, as she sped up. Soon, she could tell Chris was about to cum. She sped up even more, sucking him harder and faster, looking up into his eyes as she went. “Oh, Oh, Yes!” he moaned before asking, “Can I cum on your tits?” Emily loved men finishing on her chest. She nodded enthusiastic approval, and barely had time to say “Yes!” She felt the first spurt hit her neck. She quickly pointed his cock down towards her breasts and kept stroking. Shot after shot of hot cum squirted onto her tits. “MMMMMmmmm,” she moaned, loving every moment. Brad looked on, stroking himself, approvingly. Christ kept cumming, surprising Emily. She’d never been with a man who came this much before. Both her tits were covered and cum ran down her cleavage. “Oh, wow,” she said, looking up at him, impressed. “Mmmm, yes!” he said as his orgasm finally waned. Chris stepped back and Emily’s attention turned to Brad. He was hard and stroking himself, looking at her. Emily felt flushed, but needy. Even after her orgasm and getting her tits covered in cum, she was still horny. “I want more!” she said to Brad, nodding and standing to meet him as he approached her. He put his hands on her hips. “What do you want?” he asked. “Fuck me!” she replied. With that, Brad spun her around. He was taller than her, but with her heels, she was at a perfect height. She leaned forward, putting her hands on the roof of the car just before feeling him enter her pussy. “Oh, YES!” she moaned. She had been waiting for this feeling, being filled with a big cock, for months. It didn’t disappointment. ‘He feels SO GOOD,’ she thought to herself. He fucked her slowly for a few moments, massaging her ass as he went. She enjoyed it, but quickly wanted more. “Fuck me harder!” she cried, probably louder than she should have in the parking garage. With that, Brad gripped Emily’s hips and thrust harder, and faster. Emily could tell Brad was already close. Chris watched from the front seat of the car as Brad fucked Emily from behind. A rhythmic clapping sound echoed slightly in the garage. “Fuck yes, yes, yes!” Emily cried. He was fucking her so hard; she was nearly overwhelmed. He felt so powerful and strong. He thrust and thrust, gripping her, squeezing her with his hands. Soon, Emily felt his pace quicken even more, pushing her to the edge of what she could handle. “Oh, I’m gonna cum!” he said. “Yes, cum for me! I want you to cum on my tits!” Two more hard thrusts and Brad pulled out. Emily quickly turned around and knelt in front of him. She looked up at him as he stroked himself, exploding onto her tits. She put a hand under each breast, holding them up for him as spurt after spurt of hot cum rained down onto her. “Yeesssss!” she cried as she felt him cover her neck and chest. Brad moaned. Emily felt his cum running down each breast and over her hands. He came a lot, just like his friend. As Brad recovered, Emily found herself standing next to her car, topless, freshly fucked, panties and bra on the front seat, her chest covered in cum from these two handsome men she had just met. It was a fantasy come true. She smiled at them as they zipped their jeans back up and buckled their belts. She walked around to the front seat to grab her panties, bra, and top. Suddenly the stairwell door right next to them opened. Brad and Chris were still obviously getting their jeans back on, and Emily found herself topless, covered in cum, and two strangers emerging from the door just 20 feet away. She quickly jumped in her car and pulled the door closed. ‘They had to have seen me. They’ll just walk by,’ she thought. ‘Perhaps they wouldn’t care?’ She felt a little thrill, ‘perhaps they liked it?’ It was a couple, in their late 30s or early 40s, well dressed and attractive. They paused as they took in the scene. The woman smiled and looked at her husband. He was also grinning. “Hi guys,” he said to Brad and Chris, “having a good night?” They nodded, not sure what to say. The other man went on, “It’s good, we like it.” His wife nodded her approval. Emily relaxed, relieved that the other couple enjoyed the scene they’d stumbled into. She realized they were even lingering for a moment, probably wanting to see more. A pride in her spontaneity, and the fun of the moment, took over, and Emily did something she’d never imagined herself doing. She opened the car door, and turned to face the couple, revealing her cum soaked breasts. She smiled at the husband and wife turned voyeurs. The wife’s eyes went wide and she smiled, impressed, and the husband, said, “Wow, nice job fellas!” They all shared a laugh as the tension turned to excitement. The husband said, “Well, we’re off to have our own fun. Ya’ll have a good evening.” Then, he turned and walked down the row of cars with his wife. Emily heard them giggling as they went. She turned and looked at Brad and Chris who were both smiling in disbelief. “Mmmm, thanks guys, that’s just what I needed.” THE END