A Little Devil in Georgia
Georgia's
Weekend Continued
The two men had left
and Georgia and Amara lay side by side on the bed completely contented. It seemed like every nerve in their body had
been given a relaxant. "I made up
the guest room for you," Amara told
Georgia. "But I wouldn't mind if we
just crawled under the covers and slept together. I have a strange feeling that I would like to
hold you in my arms tonight."
Georgia turned to
look her sister in the eye. She knew
that the suggestion should cause her alarm but for some reason it did not. "I think I would like that." Was all she said. And the two got up, pulled back the covers
and settled into each other's arms and went to sleep contented.
A few slivers of
sunlight were doing its best to sneak in through the darkened curtains Saturday
morning. As they came to rest on
Georgia's eyelids she shook her head and reached out with her hands to
stretch. She was amazed when her hands
brushed against the long flowing hair that she knew did not belong to her
husband. And then thoughts of the previous night began to form inside of her
head. Had she really fucked a complete
stranger, not once but twice? She
started to get up out of the warm, comfortable bed and she seen the woman that
she was sleeping beside. Why in the
world was she in a bed with her sister, Amara?
And then Amara began to stretch and come to life as well. She rolled
over and smiled at her sister. "Hi,
sis, did you sleep well, I hope?"
Georgia quickly got
out of bed and rushed into the bathroom, suddenly ashamed to be naked in front
of her sister. She spent a few minutes
doing her morning ritual although she did need to retrieve her toothbrush from
her luggage. She jumped into the shower
and took did a quick clean job on her body allowing the hot steam to clear her
head. She knew that she had not drunk
enough the night before to cause this much fogginess in her brain. There was something else at play in this
weird scenario. Feeling somewhat better
she turned off the water dried off with a towel she found folded on a shelf and
then wrapped the center of her body inside of the terrycloth for a little show
of modesty before opening the door and moving back into the bedroom.
Amara was just
entering the room with Georgia's two bags.
"Your room is just down the hall.
I figured you might need a few things from your luggage before
breakfast. I am going to grab a quick
shower and then perhaps we can go out to eat if that is alright with you."
As her sister
disappeared into the bathroom, Georgia grabbed her bags and headed down the
hall to her room. It was a smaller
version of the one she had shared the night before and without the connected
bathroom. She had stayed here before and
was very comfortable with the layout.
She opened the smaller suitcase and took out her toiletries and took
them into the hall bathroom where she finished her morning ritual with a good
cleaning of her teeth and brushing of her hair.
Going back into her
room she rummaged through her other suitcase and found a top and short set and
her plain white panty and bra. She
finished dressing by slipping her feet into a pair of low-heeled white
sandals. Looking in the mirror, she was pleased to see that she did not
show too much wear and tear from her torrid lovemaking
sessions. And just thinking about the
unnamed cowboy that had brought her to such heights of passion she felt just a
little spark of pleasure beginning to form in her nether regions. "I will have to quit thinking about him
or I may need to take another very cold shower,"
she thought to herself.
She was just turning
to leave the room when Amara entered.
"Are you almost ready to leave, I am starving?"
"Lead the
way."
As they exited the
house, for the first time a slight niggling of guilt came into Georgia's
mind. As she settled into the front seat
of the sedan the feeling grew even worse and by the time they reached the
family restaurant it was an almost overpowering feeling of remorse. "How could I have cheated on Carter like
that with a man I had never even met before?
And I don't even know his name for Christ's sake."
Amara pulled a small
flask out of her pocket, handed it to Georgia and suggested that she take a
little drink. "This will help you
settle your nerves and then we will talk about this over breakfast."
Georgia took the top
off the flask and held it under her nose.
Taking a whiff of the contents brought an almost instant calming
effect. She wondered what wonderful
potion it contained as she lifted it to her lips and took a small sip of the
liquid. Warmth began at the tip of her tongue and flowed down
through her throat and into her stomach where it began to spread to all the
extremities of her being. "God that
is good stuff," She remarked. "What was I saying a few minutes
ago? I seem to remember being upset
about something."
"Amara gave a
little sigh of relief and replied.
"Oh, you were just
remembering what a wonderful time we had last night with Jake and Blake."
"Jake and Blake
were their names? That sounds like a
cartoon show." And Georgia laughed
as she opened her door to get out of the car.
Amara followed her
sister into the restaurant wondering if she was really doing the right
thing. She had been told that her sister
needed to loosen up and she certainly seemed loose last night but now she was
starting to question her own motives.
Why had he insisted on involving Georgia?
That question was
still swirling around in her head as they entered the restaurant and waited to
be seated. Georgia, on the other hand, had seemed to forget all about her
previous worries and was chatting about how good it was to spend some time with
her sister. They only had a couple
minute wait before a server grabbed two large menus and gestured for them to
follow her. They were seated in a booth
in the far back corner with Amara's back to the wall and Georgia facing
her. This allowed Amara to see anyone
coming into the room. For some reason, her mind drifted to the idea of an old
west gunfighter wanting his back to the wall so that he could not be taken by
surprise. And then she spotted the man
walking down the aisle and she realized that she had indeed been taken by
surprise.
He walked straight to
their location, leaned down and put both of his hands on the table. "Hello, Amara. Fancy meeting you here."
It took her a few
seconds to catch her breath and even then it was difficult for her to form
words.
"And you must be
Georgia." The man remarked as he
turned to study her sister. "You
truly are as lovely as advertised."
Georgia also seemed
to be having trouble forming words to reply but finally managed to
stutter. "You have me at a disadvantage. You seem to know me but I have no idea who
you might be. Amara are you not going to
introduce me to your friend?"
"His name is
Luther but I am not sure I would call him my friend," Amara replied.
"Why of course
we are friends, dear one. Georgia would
you mind sliding over so that I might join you?"
Georgia had no idea
how to respond but since he was by far the handsomest man she had ever seen in
her life, her inclination was to obey his suggestion. As she slid to her left he was sliding into
the booth next to her with his leg resting against
hers. Unbelievable heat passed through
his denims and entered her bare leg and
crawled upwards to rest solidly between her thighs. Her nipples became rock hard at the same time
and she found it hard to catch her breath.
She thought that she must feel a little like a female animal in heat and
it took all her willpower to stop herself
from reaching down and caressing the bulge in his jeans. Just then she was saved as a server stopped
by and handed Luther a menu.
"Will the
gentleman be joining you ladies?"
She asked although it was obvious that she already knew the answer.
Georgia noticed that she was bending down
with her uniform top slightly parted and that her hand was resting on top of
Luther's. This caused Georgia a pang of
jealously and she could not figure out why.
She had never laid eyes on this man before in her life but now she was
becoming possessive of him. And why was
her sister just sitting there with a struck dumb look on her face?
Georgia quickly
reached for her glass of water and took a long drink as if the chilled liquid
would put out the flames that were licking at the swollen lips of her
cunt. Although her own breath was
shallow she was sure that everyone within six booths of them could smell her
pungent sex. Once again the server came
to her rescue.
"Have you folks
decided or do you need a few more minutes?
And then directing her voice straight at Luther she said. "I am here to serve you in any way you
would like. And I do mean in any
way."
Luther looked up at
her and gave an order for all three diners.
"When you come back with our orders please make sure that you
unbutton your uniform all the way to the waist.
And take off your bra before you come back as well."
The woman did not
look at all surprised at the request.
"As you wish
master." She said and then turned
to put in the orders.
As she walked away
the spell seemed to break and Amara managed to gather her wits about her. "I suppose you are going to make her
another one of your slaves?" This
was directed towards Luther.
"Are you perhaps
a little bit jealous, little one? I
could have ordered you to disrobe instead of her. Would that have made you happy?"
"Of course, you don't care that she will probably
lose her job because of your little stunt?"
"If she has good
enough tits she will be able to get a much better job than waiting tables. In fact,
I may just hire her myself. Now, why don't you lean over the table and give
me a big kiss so that I know you understand your position."
Georgia watched in
shock as her sister obeyed. It was
indeed a big kiss with her tongue dancing inside of Luther's mouth. As Luther pulled back away from her sister's
mouth he turned and smiled at her.
"Don't worry your turn will come, Georgia. And he reached down and put his hand directly
on the inside of her right thigh.
Without waiting for a further invitation, he moved it up so that his fingers
were at the very entrance to her shorts.
Georgia could not help herself and
allowed a moan to escape her lips.
Luther's fingers felt like they were tiny snakes as they snuck beneath
her leg band and moved upward towards a spot that was now drenching wet. And Georgia was powerless to resist.
Luther had just
removed his hand and placed it back on
the table when the server came with their food.
She had indeed followed instructions and as she bent over to place the
plates in front of each person her tits spilled out of her completely open
uniform top. Every eye in the place seemed
to be watching her and Georgia heard several gasps from shocked patrons. Soon a tall man in slacks and white shirt was
coming hurriedly down the aisle towards them.
"Beverly what in
God's name do you think you are doing.
Button your uniform and go draw your pay. You are fired." He then turned to the diners at the
table. "I am so sorry about that. I am the restaurant manager and I apologize
for Beverly's behavior. What can I do to
make this right for you folks?"
"Well, you could
give us our meals for free and give Beverly a raise for being such a good sport
and providing such excellent service," Luther replied.
"As you wish
sir." The man said and turned and
walked back towards the kitchen.
Luther turned his
attention to the two women that were staring at him with open mouths. "Come on ladies, eat before your food
gets cold. You will need all of your
energy this evening."
The amazing thing was
that neither Amara nor Georgia questioned his statement.
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