Lavender Girls

Lavender G i rls

© Literocat 2009, 2025

On my way to an urgent meeting in the Bronx, I questioned the irritating and routine circuit I followed every week. Over the bridge, stuck for hours on the Cross Bronx, on and on and on inhaling exhaust fumes. I needed a change. Just for grins, I revisited the metro of days long past. Walking the long tunnels and the small underground bridge, the mild, stale urine aromas made me nostalgic -- and dizzy. I'm so happy this was so well cleaned since my last visit! NOT. It felt so comfortable, yet alien at once. My vision blurred. Some smelly guy bumped hard into me and walked on with no apology.

Among the changes I didn't recognize was a fare stand centered in a tunnel. It was only three feet cubed and unmanned. Only when I broke thru the crowds and bumped into it did I see it was just a simple newspaper stand, of sorts. Even more shocking, it was on the honor system and cash was strewn around the stacked papers. How odd! Everything took on a wispy, dreamlike and surreal atmosphere.

Fifty feet farther was the first of what turned out to be a two-compartment split fare booth. Instead of tokens or a metro fare card, I had to buy a stamped fare strip from the chatty attendant I thought I knew and pay for it at the second booth. My memory said that guy was funny. Unfortunately, when I got there, he was gone. His replacement was silent and "busy" while ignoring me. I asked for a rail map, but he didn't respond and I didn't see any.

The two exceptionally pretty girls who were behind me kept giggling and hanging off each other. They were making a bit of a scene on the dim, unreal, private subway stage setting and seemed more than just friends. They slipped past me, still giggling and looking back at me. When I entered the crowded station, they were against a wall, smiley, whispering, and slyly pointing at me. Though striking me as dim-witted, they piqued my curiosity -- and arousal. I moved deliberately close to them to look at the rail map on the wall behind them. Pushing the point, I extended an arm between them to touch them and the map, then separate them.

The tiny two-by-three inch map was centered in the framed four-by-six foot black paper mat, but the writing was much too small to read. I couldn't even tell if it were a full rail map, and I couldn't find the "Apahee Junction" station we were in, so I studied the girls instead.

They flipped their hair, pursed their lips, and batted their eyes, then slowly moved apart -- still smiling. The pretty blonde moved five feet away from her friend, leaving the striking brunette trapped behind my arm. I pretended to ignore her. She leaned against my arm and slid her hand lightly, seductively along it, to my shoulder, and back as she moved around me. Her face was close to me though the crowd was too small to force her against me. She teased me -- successfully.

When she moved to the next wall ad space which held a full four-by-six foot map centered on South Spain, I moved closer to them and studied the full color map, keeping them together this time. Then, I looked "intensely" at the next ad frame. I didn't notice it was a full map of Africa. Silently, I looked back at the distorted map of Spain -- and the brunette. She leaned closer to me and with a breathy accent asked, "You didn't do well in geography, did you? Call me Bea."

Without looking at her, I answered seriously, "I preferred Biology." The blonde giggled and moved away to let her friend have me. Damn! There goes my threesome. "I was looking for a subway map. I don't want to be late for an important meeting."

Bea said, "Will maps of Spain or Africa help you with that?"

"Hmmmm, busted?" She put her right hand on my left shoulder and leaned against me. Blowing in my ear only raised the sexual heat I already felt from her. Now I was aware of ONLY her. Her short, thin, light brown hair was in a wispy Peter Pan cut. I hated it. Yet, her very pretty, clean-cut, pixie face with beautiful though thin lips, gleaming blue-grey eyes that looked up at me from my shoulder, all overwhelmed the penalty of her sorry hair style. Finally, I noticed her classy clothes that didn't match her young years. Her pale lavender cotton gloves matched her long, open cotton coat that went below her knees. Her short skirt was also cotton, lavender, and classy. Even her cream colored, oversized and tapered blouse, fully buttoned to her neck, had a classy and not ostentatious look. It was so loose it was hard to tell if she had any breasts. When she pressed her chest against me, there was no doubt she had modest, firm breasts. Gently, she guided me down the platform, toward her friend who kept moving away. "Are you always this pushy? Or did you just CUM for me?"

"Neither. Did you just CUM for me?" Bea's lips moved close to my ear again.

"Not yet," I said.

"Naughty boy!" she exhaled into my ear.

"Where's my breath spray? I hope I'm about to need it." My quip made Bea's intoxicating smile broaden.

"For you or me?" she fired back.

Sighing, I added, "I want to inhale your breath deeply without assaulting you."

Breathing sensually in my face, she sighed "No need. You smell great." We were near the end of the platform, before the well-lighted toilets' alcove. The blonde entered the ladies' room. Bea's hand traveled up my neck, down my chest, to my thigh, and back.

Visibly aroused, I asked for clarity, "Is that a bright "green light"? I've wanted to kiss these pretty lips since I saw them at the fare booth."

Her coy response was, "Mmmm, no time like the present." Her back was to the crowds on the platform, while I faced them. I stroked her face and teased her then pulled her closer by her slim waist.

"I guess you don't mind public displays, Bea -- maybe even enjoy showing. You smell so good. Light mint, or lavender?"

"Yes, it is lavender. I do enjoy PDAs and showing myself. Do you always talk so much before...?" My lips brushed hers and cut off her question. I slid my hand up her back then down to cup her plush little butt under her coat. We kissed deeper, stronger, then I licked and nibbled her ear. She moaned softly, breathing more rapidly.

Teasing, I said, "I hope you came for me just then."

"Mmmmm, not yet. I hope we're just getting started."

Becoming bolder, I said, "We are. I want you to cum for me, right out here, while everyone watches." Our hands roamed while we kissed deeper. I moved my hands down the backs of her thighs and slid her short skirt slowly up, up past her waist. Her coat still covered her back but left her legs and frilly, tiny lavender panties exposed to me and anyone behind me.

"Are we going to have sex standing here?" she said.

I said, "I can help you cum without sex, but I'm willing to accommodate your randy wishes, lavender girl."

"Shut up." She pushed her warm, wet, powerful tongue deep into my mouth. Our hands roamed unrestrained. "Let's see if you really are excited too." She slipped off her coat and lay it on the ground. After finding my hard dick, she pressed it, followed its contours, and rubbed me. Once unzipped, she reached inside my slacks, fumbled my stiffness over the top of the briefs' waist and sank to her knees on her coat to wrap her hot mouth onto my plumped flesh. As her skilled tongue circled my bishop, I became more aware of the crowd watching us. With my cock in her throat, she hummed. When she pulled my legs to her, I felt her firm tits and bullet nips against them. I understood why she wanted me to cum quickly.

As she blessed me with a perfect hummer, I unzipped her lavender dress until it fell off her. She pushed it aside and kept sucking my rigid rod. Her small braless tits were lavender and as firm as a tree. That's when I noticed the blond watching us from a gap in the toilet door. Her skirt was up, her panties missing, so I watched her rub her clit under her trimmed lavender bush. She smiled and said, "I'm Lily." I wiggled my finger and she came closer as she dropped her skirt. Her lilac scent filled my nose and I inhaled deeply, then asked if the lavender scent originated her name. She ignored the question with a sly smile.

Her waxed labia were swollen and lavender. She straddled Bea's legs and kissed me with passion. After removing my shirt, she shed her top so we were both naked. I fondled and sucked her big, soft, lavender tits. Bea began humming La Marseillaise. When she reached the first high note, I erupted into her welcoming mouth. As she licked her lips, she said to Lily, "Now he's ready to last a long while." Just as I thought.

Lily wrestled me to the floor on the coat, then removed Bea's panties. With the three of us naked, Bea licked my cock clean before letting Lily mount it. As Lily rubbed herself and guided my cock against her G spot, Bea stood over my face and dropped her wet lavender pussy onto my proud mouth.

As everyone watched, I showed off my master sword play in Lily and my excellent oral skill in Bea's pussy. In minutes, Lily gasped and shuddered in orgasm followed in seconds by Bea squirting into my mouth. Though I expected Bea's nectar to be sweet and taste of lilac, it was bitter and choked me. My hips surged off the floor; my chest twisted and hurt. Lily held my cock up as it spurt. "So much lavender, girls."

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"Sir. Sir, can you hear me? CLEAR! Bea, check his eyes. Look. Shocking him made him cum. His cock is still spurting. Wipe it down and I'll hold it until it stops. Give him mouth-to-mouth," barked Lily. "I wonder why he keeps saying 'lavender' if he can't see us." It didn't occur to the EMTs that he took their blue scrubs for lavender. His squinty eyes converted even their unseen, infinitely desired, body details into arousing lavender. "Spray this in his throat for his breathing."

The EMTs had responded to an odd "naked man down" call, but this one had a severe skull laceration. The oddest part was that someone had stolen all his clothes, watch, and ID, yet he was smiling with a stiff cock. It spurt cum freely when they worked on him and spurt again when they covered him with a lavender blanket. Once stabilized, they moved him into their lavender striped "Spanish/African" ambulance and rushed off. He continued to mumble, "my lavender girls."

Lily peeled down the blanket. Bea asked, "What are you doing?"

Lily smiled and said, "He's clean and he has a knobby, hard, beautiful cock. It's a shame to let it go to waste. Look at that smile and the way his tongue keeps lapping the air. One of us should take advantage of that too. Hey Betty, how long to the hospital?" Betty said it was twelve minutes away. "No hurry. He's stable. Make it twenty minutes or find some traffic."

Bea burst out, "You don't mean...?"

"I do. Now strip off your scrubs and mount that active mouth while I sit on this cock. Just watch his head lac." Lily stripped and guided the thick cock into her wet blond pussy. Bea sat on his face and squealed as she fed him her dark pubes and pussy. The horny EMTs kissed and pinched each other's nipples until both came on the lucky victim.

Bea took the still stiff pussy pleaser out of Lily and silently savored the tasty cocktail on his cock steeped in his cum and her pussy juice. He smiled and whispered, "Mmm, lavender."

When he woke in hospital the next day, he kept asking for lavender Bea and Lily. "Are they still in the subway and safe?" Discharged two days later, he returned to the subway tunnel to cautiously look for the lavender girls of his dreams. He learned his lesson to be aware of desperate homeless subway people. Yet, he wondered why his cock was as stiff as he ever remembered it.

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