Zan & Margaret Episode 2

Zan and Margaret

Episode 2 - Second outing with Margaret

This is a work of fiction. All characters are adults over the age of eighteen.

Many thanks to editor and proofreader Kenji Sato for editing, this, episode 1, and his continued contribution to this series.

It has been a while since I've had any real conversation with Margaret, but lately, she's been wanting to see me. I've been dancing around the subject. Not really in the mood to be strapped to a bed again, but eventually I agree to see her on the condition that it's in a public place and I'm the one driving.

I tell my mom that I'm going out, and head out the door. We're supposed to be going to a little restaurant in the area.

I pick her up and we are on our way.

We both take our seats, with Margaret sitting on the other side of the table. Moments after, she tries to contain laughter by covering her mouth. I don't know what, but I can tell she's up to something.

I hear a clack! sound from under the table, and feel something rubbing my cock. I immediately sense it's her foot.

The waitress comes to take our order.

Margaret slams her finger on the menu, and says, "I'll take this!"

"U-uh, I'll have what she's having!"

The waitress walks away.

"I can feel you getting hard. Take out cock!" she whispers.

I hesitate, look around a bit, then I unzip my jeans, and pull my member out through the open fly.

Stunned, not knowing the waitress had returned, my head darts towards her as she begins to speaks.

"Can I get you anything to drink?", she asks

"W-WATER!" I shout, impulsively. "WATER IS FINE." I nod, as heat pulses throughout my body.

"What about you, miss?"

"No beverage. Bring napkin straight away!"

The young waitress smiles, and walks off again

clack!

Off another shoe goes!

Margaret places both feet around my cock, and begins to stroke it with them.

I squirm a bit, trying to remain quiet, as I get harder and harder within the clutches of her feet. She speeds up, and I ejaculate under the table. It's on my jeans, and begins dripping from the table's underside to the floor.

Margaret moans slightly, as her feet are still gripping tightly around my cock.

"Mmm, I can feel your cum," she says softly,

her index finger hanging over her lip, as she giggles.

She gently removes her feet from my shaft and bends down, taking pictures.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket afterwards.

The waitress arrives back with napkins and a glass of water, and apologizes for the wait. She then notifies us that the food will be here shortly before leaving.

"Give me cum rags," Margaret says. "I stuff them in bra!"

With all the cum wiped up, I pass on the napkins onto Margaret, who hides in the corner of the booth, placing them in her bra, moulding to her breasts.

"Don't worry 'bout food or pay. Let's just get out of here," she says.

I agree with that statement, and we hurry out the door.

"C'mon, I have shift starting soon. "

"I need you to take me to work," she says, as we rush to the car.

"I work at clothing store. give you directions. MOVE IT!"

We shut the doors, and pull out onto the road.

We arrive at the shopping center, and she exits the car, starting to walk to her job.

As I'm about to pull out, she turns around, and goes, "Hey!"

I roll down the window. "Whadaya want, Margaret?"

Her posture is slightly bent, with her hands to her mouth, insinuating a microphone. "You can't just leave good woman on her own! Get out. Come with me!" she shouts back. She stands there, with her arms folded, as she waits for me to catch up.

"There's not some type of rack in here, is there?" I ask, as we step in.

What Zan is referring to is a torture rack.

"A rack? Only rack here is clothing rack."

"Wait for me to clock in."

She goes inside what I assume to be the office, and steps back out to the front moments later. "Come with me, loverman," she says.

I follow her. We walk past her coworker on the way.

Margaret, with a nod and big smile, says, "He's customer. I'm assisting him!" as we pass her.

"Oh...! Great!" she replies.

We make our way into the change rooms.

She stands against the wall, with her hands behind her back, legs crossed, and one foot tapping on the floor.

"So... I hope you would have some more juice for me, loverman," she giggles, as a hand goes over her mouth.

"I sure would hope so," I reply softly, before walking towards her.

I tilt my head and kiss her softly, a sweet smack can be heard after each time we part lips. She leans into my ear, and whispers to me that she wants it in her panties.

She's wearing a long, light pink, flowy skirt that stops right above the ankle. She lifts it up, turns around, bends over with her hands on the wall, and says, "Fuck me, loverman!"

I pull her panties aside.

I moan lightly, as I grip her hips, and slide into her pussy.

"Ohhh," she moans.

"Mmm, I know tight and good, but try to keep noise down," she says.

I continue to fuck her as discreetly as possible. Margaret covers her mouth, muffling her pleasure. With each pound, I can hear her and the sound of my pelvis lightly slapping against her ass.

"I'M ABOUT TO CUM!"

Margaret quickly does a 189, pulls down the skirt, and stretches her panties out.

"Hurry! Cum in them!"

I breathe heavily, as I jerk myself off and finish in the panties.

Margaret lets the semen-sodden underwear snap back on to her. She looks ecstatic, as she feels the wet cum on her lower area. It looks like this alone could give her orgasm.

She then pulls up her skirt. "I'm still very horny, but have to work now," she said.

"I send video of me cumming, probably at the register or bathroom. They allow me use stool, so quite simple."

She kisses me on the cheek.

"Oh! I almost forgot. Stay here for few minutes after I leave change room, so no suspension!"

muah! She blows me a kiss. "See next time, loverman!"

As I exit the store, I feel like she could be more than just a fling. She's growing on me, I think to myself.

Whilst I'm still high, lying in bed, listening to jazz records, and about to fall asleep, my phone vibrates. I pick it up. It's a message and attachment from Margaret. I play the video, and it's of her sitting on a stool, playing with her pussy from inside her skirt, while the store is bustling. She then takes out her hand-- her middle fingers are wet and covered with cream.

Margaret: still so horny after this rush lol

I reply back.

Zan: Nice!

Zan: if i were there with you, I'd suck it off your fingers!

She responds with the smiling halo emoji; I turn off my screen, and proceed to drift off.