One...two...three...and finally the last button came undone, revealing a nice, sexy, half cup bra, the white lacy material conspicuous against the dar...kness. His hand went immediately back to her breast and continued to gently stroke her nipples through the bra. My view of the proceeding was fantastic. I was close enough to be nearly able to see the hard buds atop her breasts poking stiffly against the lacy material. My erection began to ache in my underwear. For a brief second, the girl broke. It seemed obvious that I had permission to go below the waist and under the clothes, as that old expression goes. I yanked her panties off and dropped them on the floor, then I fondled her genitals. Through all of this foreplay, we made a lot of noise, encouraging each other and moaning with pleasure.When it came time to penetrate her, we had the most basic kind of sex act. She sat back on the seat with that distinctive Transit Authority aquamarine blue color. I hunched over her and just thrust. Cherry sat on a barstool and stayed right there near me for the rest of the night. She looked in my drink recipe book and picked out a few that she wanted to try but she was not trying to get drunk like everyone else in the bar was.By the end of the night I had the panties of almost every girl in the place. Not one single girl wore pants other than my waitresses and there was not one single complaint about being molested either. The guys bought plenty of drinks, paid a cover charge, and. ”“Don’t stop!” she said, turning fully toward me and pressing herself against me. “Please don’t stop calling me Allie. No one has ever...”“Shhh. It’s okay, Allie. I won’t stop.”We held each other for long minutes. I was intensely aware of her nipples pressing against my chest and my cock lying against her stomach. We kissed—softly. It reminded me of the sensuous loving kiss she gave me during the contest when she mimicked Lissa. And that got me thinking about my two beautiful girlfriends back.