Commissioner Reward - Sal's Diner (Patreon)

This is a fun, rather simple despite it's length, little story of experimentation, lesbian lovin, and general naughtiness. I wanna say more but I think it's much more fun to go in blind so read on and hopefully enjoy!

As an undeniable staple of the midwestern United States roadside diners were as commonplace as winding two lane highways and endless expanses of farmlands. On one of the many roads between Dodge City and Wichita in Kansas could be found a particularly well known one, thanks to an appearance on a television show a while back, named Sal's Diner. Looking almost indistinguishable from any number of establishments like it in the state it was a popular stop for truckers, bikers, and anyone on a long road trip through America's heartland. Most people either didn't notice or didn't care about the decidedly nineteen fifties look of the place and the few who did loved it. Particularly the bright yellow uniforms the waitresses always wore that looked ripped directly from a Norman Rockwell painting. Of course no matter how popular or well known a place might be every restaurant had it's slow days. For Sal's Diner that almost always fell on a Thursday during. During the fall season it was virtually a guarantee. More often than not the staff would be cut back to a single server and a cook for the day shifts and maybe twice that at night when business would pick up a bit.

It was to one such slow day that Clarissa Richards found herself assigned. Most of the time she avoided those days like the plague, her three years experience and the fact that her father owned the diner making schedule changes quite easy, but that attitude had changed in the last year or so. Her coworkers didn't question the chance for better shifts and her father was too happy to have her working at the family business to care. Had any of them examined things a little closer they might have noticed a not so subtle pattern that always seemed to match Clarissa with her good friend and the only cook that'd been there as long as her Mary-Lou Stanford. Even if they'd put two and two together it was hard to imagine anyone would guess the two childhood friends were actually dating and had been for a little over twelve months. In the small town they'd grown up in such a thing would've been downright scandalous and with so many busybodies around any kind of secret romance was quite impossible. As a result the only place for the two nineteen year olds to really be a couple was that isolated little diner far enough from their home to be inconvenient for even the nosiest neighbors and relatives. And most of the customers didn't pay them enough attention to remember their names let alone catch on to the flirtatious looks and romantic touches the two of them indulged in.

That indifference combined with their own budding romance led to a slow but steady increase in their boldness as time went on. If didn't help that they each found the other incredibly attractive in their work attire. Clarissa filled out the yellow, short sleeved dress a bit better as her more voluptuous body suited the naturally poofy clothing. In particular her thick, creamy thighs and ample bosom straining against the fabric really drove her girlfriend wild. A pair of sky blue eyes sitting above a small, upturned nose and full lips all dotted with freckles and framed by straight, shoulder length blonde hair completed her accidental southern belle look better than anything clothing she could ever wear. Mary-Lou might not have been as conventionally gorgeous but she had a certain lithe, athletic look to her that worked wonders with most clothing besides her uniform. Her far more toned and subtly muscular body was just a shade darker than her companion's alabaster's tone which gave her an exotic, for the surrounding areas at least, look combined with her curly orange hair, warm green eyes, and equally pouty lips. Both of them had softly angular features that made them look older without comprising their youthfulness at all. To a casual observer they even looked like distant relatives, perhaps even second or third cousins despite having no family in common. At least none that mattered enough to stop them from being with one another, given the size of their home town just about everyone was related to each other if a determined person wanted to trace a family line back a couple hundred years or so.

Some time after their third consecutive hour without a single customer Mary-Lou had left the kitchen to spend some quality time with her girlfriend. It started out innocuous enough but as was always the case when a pair of amorous teenagers were left to their own devices events took a turn for the naughty. It started with a playful kiss. The kind they could only sneak when they were completely alone in the bathroom or walking home on a rainy day. But without anything to keep them from going further it swiftly turned into a longer, heavier embrace. They caressed one another as their tongues danced behind their lips. Soft, breathy moans filled the air while Clarissa wordlessly took control. Pushing her companion against the wall one hand slid beneath Mary-Lou's skirt to dive into her panties at the same time the other was groping one of her small, perky breasts through her uniform. Her red headed love quickly followed suit, only her interests lay entirely with the plump bubble butt hidden beneath that modest attire. She grabbed two, thick handfuls of ass and shivered as the inherent naughtiness of what they were doing really sank in. As her fingers slid beneath the plain cotton fabric of Clarissa's panties and she felt the heat from her aroused slit a naughty idea leapt into her mind. The urge to follow through with it was just a hair stronger than her desire to continue kissing, groping, and being groped by the love of her life. Regretfully breaking off the kiss before they went too far and ended up writhing naked on the floor again Mary-Lou belted out the first words she could manage.

“Turn around!” She gasped.

“What?”

“Turn around!”

“Okay . . .” Clarissa giggled, certain her friend had a good reason for the seemingly odd request.

Spinning on her heels she leaned towards the counter and flattened her hands against the recently cleaned metal surface. Her ass swayed invitingly back and forth for a moment while Mary-Lou simply watched and licked her lips. Clarissa was about to look back and offer a bit of teasing encouragement when her girlfriend suddenly leapt into acting. She dropped to her knees and yanked down the panties blocking her from the only think her mind could focus on. The moment those damp, crumpled panties were out of the way she buried her face between those inviting buttocks. Immediately a noisy slurp filled the air as her mouth found the sopping wet slit hidden away. Clarissa moaned and instinctively pushed herself back against the sudden rush of pleasure. Her hands curled into fists against the counter top while juices started to trickle out of her pussy and down Mary-Lou's constantly bobbing chin. Some of them were caught by her undergarments resting around the middle of her thigh while the rest soaked into her partner's uniform or fell unobstructed onto the black and white tiled floor below.

She felt her girlfriend's tongue push into her sex and slowly glide across her inner walls in a seemingly random but utterly breathtaking pattern. Mary-Lou's hands jumped to Clarissa's ass cheeks, once more groping them even as she spread them apart to sink in even deeper. Her nose pressed against the tightly puckered little hole that would almost certainly feature in their fun soon enough and she couldn't help but take a long, heavy whiff. The smell of strawberry soap and perfume filled her nostrils, it's innocent and familiar medley standing at wonderful odds with the equally familiar but vastly more naughty aroma of sweat and pussy juice wafting up from only an inch or so below. She buried her face as deep as she possibly could between those luscious cheeks and started licking for all she was worth. Soon the enthusiastic yet sloppy noises resulting from their tryst were echoing through the whole diner. Neither of them noticed the noise they were making amidst the rolling waves of pleasure assaulting their senses at every turn. For Clarissa the thrill of being so hungrily licked in more or less plain sight couldn't be put into words. For Mary-Lou getting to taste her girlfriend's wonderful pussy while only nominally hidden by the counter and her uniform elevated her favorite act to something on an entirely different level. Yet no matter how far they sank into their enjoyment of one another the intrinsic wariness they'd developed from a lifetime of hiding their true feelings couldn't be turned on. They heard the roar of a motorcycle pulling into the parking lot outside and the telltale silence that followed it being shut off as clear as day.

“Sweetheart!” Clarissa whimpered, “Sweetheart you gotta stop! Ohhhh God! S-someone's . . . someone's coming!”

The only response her words earned was a particularly noisy slurp and the continued licking that somehow remained completely wonderful despite the fear creeping over Clarissa. Sure enough a few seconds later the doors swung open and an unexpectedly beautiful woman walked inside. Dressed like many of the bikers they usually served her rich brown skin was as gorgeous as it was unusual. For the area at least.  A waterfall of curly black hair fell from the left side of her head while the right had been shaved down to a fine stubble. Her face was the picture of strength and confidence and every one of her features reflected that. Her striking hazel eyes were a particular example though a pronounced nose and thick lips sitting among broad but still feminine features couldn't be ignored either. She was dressed in a black vest that left her arms bare, save a pair of riding gloves, with a stark white tank top sitting underneath that looked like it was trying and failing to contain an avalanche of flesh.  It was impossible to miss her total lack of a bra as large, puffy nipples were left almost totally exposed by the tight cloth stretched across them. Tattoos covered much of her prominent biceps and twisted well past her elbows and almost to her wrists. Some also stretched up past her arms and beneath the straps of her top to cover parts of her collarbone as well. A pair of worn blue jeans covered by black leather chaps covered her long, shapely legs and hugged her curvaceous hips. The heavy boots she wore thunked loudly against the floor as she approached Clarissa and sat down directly opposite her at the counter.

“Hey there . . . Clarissa! My name's Angie.” She said in a deep but warm voice. As she spoke Angie set down the helmet and goggles she'd been carrying on the stool next to her and yanked off her gloves shortly thereafter, “You got any coffee already on the pot?”

“Y-yes we do!” She looked around for a moment and spotted the coffee pot and mugs sitting thankfully within arms reach. Though doing it in a less noisy fashion Mary-Lou hadn't stopped licking her pussy for a moment and it was unlikely she would let Clarissa leave even to help a customer, “It's from this morning and I was just reheating it for myself. D-do you want a fresh one?””

“Nah that's fine! I was gonna let it cool down anyways!”

“O-okay here you go!”

“I appreciate it!”

Angie took a sip and Clarissa did her best to offer a smile. Her attempt looked more like a grimace as the pleasure of having a tongue buried in her pussy continued to rise despite the predicament she was currently in. If anything she was somehow more turned on by having an unwitting audience to their little game. She might not have realized it but the flow of juices from her slit had increased significantly from the moment Angie walked in. Part of that was most assuredly the simple but strong thrill of doing something so naughty with a total stranger present but the remainder was probably the result of her immediate attraction to the biker girl. There was something strong and intimidating about her that just wasn't present in any of the women she knew. Plus the wonderfully rich color of her skin added a certain exotic mystery to her looks that her clothes, haircut, and choice of vehicle did much to reinforce. And although she wouldn't admit it aloud and hurt her lover's feelings Clarissa had always adored large, bouncing breasts of the kind Angie so clearly possessed. Of course since she couldn't see their guest Mary-Lou was only able to enjoy part of the same pleasures her girlfriend was feeling. That was more than enough to make her quiver and squirm just as hard though. To such a degree she eventually had to pull a hand away and slide it into her own panties. Like adding gasoline to a fire the moment her fingers touched the swollen bud at the crest of her pussy Mary-Lou started licking Clarissa's slit with more ferocity than ever. The sound that'd been previously stifled began to return as her hormones took over and caution fell by the wayside. Clarissa froze like a deer in the headlights the first time she heard one of her girlfriend's telltale slurps and felt the accompanying movement of her tongue.

“T-Those are nice tattoos!” She blurted out, her voice a bit louder than normal to try and cover her shame.

“Thank you,” Angie smiled and looked at her arms, “It took a while to get em all done but they were worth it.”

“I-I bet! I've n-never seen anyone with tattoos before!”

“Oh yeah? You must be a small town girl then huh?”

“Mmhmmm!” Clarissa nodded.

Angie continued to smile, thoroughly enjoying the oddly enthusiastic behavior of her companion. It was both funny and more than a little cute, “Wanna touch em?” She asked in a slightly more sultry voice than before.

“W-what?”

“You wanna touch my tattoos? Most girls do.”

“Sure that s-sounds nice!”

Down below Mary-Lou listened to the exchange with a  twinge of jealousy. Obviously she trusted Clarissa without reservation but in the heat of the moment it was hard to focus on that. Deciding to punish her lover for ogling another woman without her she stopped licking her pussy altogether. For a split second Clarissa thought that was the end of it and she even started lifting her hand to touch Angie's muscular bicep. She should have known better and a split second later two fingers were wriggling their way into her asshole. Though lubricated by what felt like spit they were still slowed by her incredibly tight backdoor. Her rapidly quivering inner walls didn't help either as the surprise of suddenly having Mary-Lou's middle and ring fingers pushing into her butt completely threw Clarissa off. Since first experiencing it anal had long been one of her biggest weaknesses in the bedroom. She completely forgot there was a customer in front of her and any semblance of professionalism or basic courtesy. As a little stream of fluids squirted from her pussy she let out a pleasured cry. Her knuckles cracked in rapid succession while her upraised hand curled into a fist. Before she could stop herself she slammed it down against the counter hard enough to make the whole thing rattle for a moment.

“Damn girl!” Angie exclaimed, leaning back like she was expecting a fight, “What's the matter with you?”

Realizing what she'd just done through a haze of pleasure Clarissa gave the first lie she could think of, “My leg cramped. I've b-been standing all day. S-sorry about that!”

“Okay . . .” Angie nodded. She settled back in her seat and looked her waitress up and down for a moment, “You all right?”

“Y-yeah I'll be fine. Thank y-you!”

A short, slightly awkward but mostly natural silence followed their exchange. Clarissa was far too distracted to feel uncomfortable by it. Her girlfriend's fingers independently writhing around inside her asshole made sure of that. They were in constant motion and always moving opposite one another in whatever way would stretch her open almost to the point of discomfort, then changing positions to repeat it all over again. Since she couldn't really use her tongue the way she had earlier Mary-Lou compensated by pushing her thumb inside the pussy she'd been licking and more furiously playing with her own slit. Her movements were just enthusiastic enough to make small squishing and sloshing sounds but still controlled enough to keep those sounds from reaching past the counter. She made sure to plant dozens of kisses across her lover's ass while she worked. Before long those plump cheeks were dotted in crimson lipstick marks of varying prominence like some kind of lewd art exhibit. Rather than smear any of the sexy little marking's she'd left Mary-Lou opted to lick Clarissa's asshole as best she could without removing her fingers. It was just barely possible to slip the tip of her tongue inside if she stretched her digits far enough apart. The still unfamiliar but very much welcome feel of analingus made the poor waitress squirm more and more. Both holes clamped down around the respective intruders and enough fluids so leave a puddle worthy of a warning sign formed between her feet. Meanwhile Angie was simply content to sip her coffee and enjoy a break from the heat.

“Could I have a refill?” She eventually asked.

“Yes of course! Here y-you go!”

“Thanks, you guys have pretty good—Ah shit!” Angie swore as her grip shifted and coffee spilled down her chest.

“Oh!”

Clarissa started to reach for a towel but paused as the wet, stained fabric of Angie's top clung to her ample breasts. If they'd been easy to see when the fabric was dry spilling a thankfully not too hot cup of coffee on them made her tank top all but invisible. The way it stuck to her voluptuous curves and further accented her pert nipples actually made her mouth water. She felt her heart skip a beat while Mary-Lou felt her ass and pussy suddenly tighten. Vaguely aware of what was going on topside she elected to kick her ministrations into high gear just for the hell of it. Her fingers writhed like mad inside Clarissa's ass. Her body reacted almost instantly as the continued stimulation to her incredibly sensitive butt and the visual treat unfolding before her combined. She'd been on the verge of a climax since her lover switched holes and suddenly it felt like that precipice was approaching faster than she could handle. For the first time since Angie walked in she finally slipped up, her typically vocal and very eager nature finally slipping through the cracks if only for a moment.

“Don't stop!” Clarissa whimpered as quietly as she was able.

“Huh?” Angie asked, distractedly trying to wipe herself off with napkins.

“I said—uhm—I said here's a towel!”

“Oh right.” Angie grabbed the small hand cloth offered to her and started dabbing at the mess across her bosom, “Thanks!”

“S-sure thing!”

“I'm just gonna take this thing off for now.” She announced, removing her vest then peeling the soggy fabric off her warm brown skin like it was nothing, “It's just us girls in here anyways. I'll get a clean one from my saddlebags later.”

“A-all right!”

Her eyes widened even as she tried not to stare. A powerful shiver coursed through her that was just barely stifled enough to go unnoticed, or so she hoped. Mary-Lou felt the ensuing contractions and heard the words that'd preceded them. Once again she felt a surge of jealousy and the urge to break away and see the freshly exposed tits for herself was incredibly strong. Only the fear of being caught and her own welling climax prevented her from making that mistake. Instead she had to imagine what her lover was seeing and attack the juicy little holes before her with all the energy she had. Gone was any attempt to stay quite as her fingers loudly and messily fucked both Clarissa's ass and pussy and her tongue plunged in and out. Much of the noises being made were covered by her blonde companion's labored breathing. Particularly her unabashed moans. It was impossible for her to not stare at the voluptuous breasts sitting before her no matter how badly she wanted to do anything else. She could only think of one way to stop and all of her concentration was wrapped up in trying to forestall the inevitable orgasm rising up inside her. Somehow and against all odds she managed to hold on for another few seconds until the pleasure was simply too much. When she was finally unable to take another moment of it Clarissa threw her head back and shut her eyes tight. 

“OH FUCK!”

She reached behind her to find Mary-Lou's head and pull it as hard as she could between her quivering buttocks. Her girlfriend's tongue slid deeper than ever inside her ass while her fingers continued their wild movements. A torrent of juices gushed out of her pussy while her backdoor quivered and tightened so powerfully it was a wonder anything could remain inside. What seemed like every fiber of her body started to shake in rolling wave spreading outwards from her pussy and ass. When it reached her chest it caused her ample breasts to heave so mightily they seemed ready to burst from her blouse. Upon coming to her legs it caused her thighs to clench together, her knees to collide, and her feet to slide outwards at oddly mirrored angles. Her voice wavered and cracked until it was completely inaudible. But best of all was how the cycle repeated itself before any of those reactions had fully died down, causing each one to layer over the last and send her spiraling down into the depths of orgasmic bliss.

Little did she know her companion was experiencing the exact same kind of pleasure as her, albeit in a much less noticeable fashion. Bringing her love to climax had always been an unimaginable turn on for her and doing it in front of another woman who had no idea probably would've made her cum without any stimulation to her pussy whatsoever. Fluids still sprayed from her cunt like water from a broken pipe but much of it was caught and deflected by her panties while the rest soaked into her already damp uniform. Her orgasms had never been quite as spectacular as Clarissa's but that really only meant Mary-Lou reacted more like a normal human than the ball of uncontrollable nerves her lover turned into. The waves of pleasure crashing over her certainly rendered many of her muscles impossible to control and set her body ablaze with ecstasy but next to the frantic, sticky mess she was still playing with she might as well have been a statue. Visually of course because inside her body was the same churning sea of ecstasy currently shattering Clarissa's every sense. 

The combined juices squirting out of them had soaked so much of the area behind the counter it was remarkably similar to the time a water pipe had busted in the kitchen. Only infinitely more sexy. For a solid thirty seconds the pair of them were left blind, deaf, and dumb to the outside world as they remained trapped in their own ecstasy. Angie watched the spectacle without comment, a disbelieving smile plastered to her face throughout it all. Her grin only widened as the blatantly obvious climax her waitress had just experienced finally started to wind down. Beneath the counter Mary-Lou was recovering a bit faster but that didn't stop her fingers from continuing to move. It did result in the quite retreat of her tongue so her mouth could be better used to suck in all the air that'd failed to enter her lungs before. Clarissa's afterglow was quite similar inwardly but the way she slumped forward and slowly tilted her head forward was almost exactly opposite what her girlfriend was doing. Her unfocused yet rapidly blinking eyes gradually found their sight again and she was finally able to properly register the look on Angie's face. Not to mention her still completely naked breasts and the swollen, delicious sight of her soft chocolate nipples.

“Ya all right there hon?” Angie asked, eyeing her red faced companion for a moment. Clarissa could only manage a nod as her trembling legs threatened to buckle completely, “Okay then. If you're sure I'm gonna head out. Thanks for the coffee and the show.”

“S-show?”

Cracking a sly grin the curly haired biker pointed to a large mirror leaning against the wall behind the counter. All the color drained from her face when Clarissa looked back and saw her naked ass and Mary-Lou's entire body reflected in the glass. Her lover noticed it a moment later but an embarrassed flush crept over her features instead. The suddenly mortified young waitress slowly turned her head back to Angie and swallowed several times. There was no way her only customer that day hadn't seen damn near everything they'd been doing back there. Given the angle the mirror was sitting at she probably saw almost as much as Mary-Lou did! Her body reflexively tightened and she could tell from the way her girlfriend had completely stopped moving that she was similar frozen in place by the revelation. Of course that didn't stop the pleasure still assaulting them at all. If anything knowing they'd just been watched by a total stranger was just adding to the whole experience. There was certainly no pretending the inner walls of her ass and pussy weren't noticeably tightening at that very moment.

“Next time throw a rag over the mirror and you might get away with it.” Angie teased. She winked at her server and made brief eye contact with the second girl still kneeling behind the counter before rising from her stool.

Before their lone audience member could move too far Clarissa called out to her, “W-wait!”

“What's up?”

“Do you . . . do you wanna stay and . . . and join us?” 

In an unintentionally comical move Mary-Lou chose that moment to appear beside her girlfriend, pussy juice dripping from her face and clinging to her waitressing uniform as well. She fixed her partner with a meaningful look but otherwise remained silent while Angie grinned at them. Eventually Mary-Lou managed to work up the courage to glance at the biker girl standing a few feet away. Her expression was vastly more nervous and the way she held Clarissa's hand with both of hers was downright adorable in it's innocence. But there was a distinct look of excitement hidden beneath her shy exterior and it was enough to change Angie's response in an instant.

“Not this time girls.” She replied with an apologetic look, “I gotta be in St. Louis.”

“Oh . . . okay . . .”

The look of disappointment on their faces was almost obnoxiously endearing and Angie was just cruel enough to let it sit for a moment before adding, “I'll be coming back this way in a week or two though. I'd be happy to stop by again.”

“Really?!” Both Clarissa and Mary-Lou exclaimed.

“Yeah. I can even bring a few toys with me.”

Her delighted companions looked at one another with open excitement and Clarissa immediately said, “That would be amazing!”

“Cool. I'll see you in . . . let's make it two weeks just to be safe. Catch you girls later!”

“G-goodbye!”

“Bye!”

Angie walked out of the diner and sat down on her motorcycle. It roared to life beneath her and she zoomed off to her next destination wondering if anything else on her trip would top that middle of nowhere diner. Except maybe her return trip. Inside Sal's Diner Mary-Lou and Clarissa were both too dumbfounded to speak. Their first attempt at having sex in a public place had turned out better than they could have dreamed. Already the two of them were fantasizing about what would happen when Angie returned. Rather quickly their sexual inexperience started to shine through as they couldn't help but wonder what exactly was meant by 'toys'. They certainly knew enough to know about dildos and even vibrators but anything beyond that was simply a mystery to them. Neither one had ever built up the courage to buy one for themselves despite how often they talked about it.

“Do you think she'll show us how to use them?” May-Lou eventually asked.

“Yeah she's gotta . . . right? Otherwise we couldn't do anything with them . . .”

“That makes sense. Unless she assumes we know what we're doin?”

“Oh . . . I didn't think about that!” Clarissa bit her lip and looked at her girlfriend with an apprehensive smile, “Maybe it's time we bought one of those dildos for ourselves . . .”

“Yeah!” Mary-Lou nodded and tried to look confident, “Then we can bring something of our own when Angie comes back!”

“That's a good idea!”

“Uh huh!”

“S-so when should we go?”

“Oh! Uhm . . . how about tomorrow?”

“Yeah tomorrow works. We'll go during our lunch break.”

“Perfect!”

They smiled at one another and shared a quick, tender kiss. Reassured by the other's apparent confidence when they broke apart both women were smiling as confidently as they could when such naughty things were involved. Tomorrow they'd buy their first 'toy' and when their new friend came back around she'd find a pair of experienced young women waiting for her instead of the meek young girls she'd seen today. Most likely. As long as nothing came up.