Bikini Barista Sleepover

"Just turn in there, honey," said Tim's wife Jackie. "That one's fine."

"Oh, uh... Really?"

"I need my latte, dammit!" She took a calming breath, and smiled placidly. "I haven't seen anything else since we left. I need my coffee, Tim. I don't care what they're wearing."

"Of course, dear," he said, pulling into the drive-through for the bikini baristas' coffee stand. The one he stopped by most mornings on the way to work. He took his own calming breath, surreptitiously. His stomach was in knots as he approached the window, looking straight ahead. "What would you like?"

Maybe it would be a different shift on the weekend, he thought hopefully, as Jackie ticked off the shots and foams she preferred on her fingers, bracelets clinking. Maybe it wouldn't be the same girls he usually saw here.

"OMG, it's Tim," came a squeal from inside the booth. He winced, trying to sink lower in his seat. It was Cherry, leaning out the window with her usual big grin, and practically bouncing with excitement. She was wearing a pink mesh top, and her breasts wobbled and rippled beneath the thin, stretchy material as she moved, nipples quite apparent and making tents in the sheer fabric. "Hey, Dani, look, it's Timmy."

"Timmy!" Now Dani was pushing her way out of the window, too, her substantial tits pretty much completely exposed in the fishnet minidress she had on. Except for a small "x" of black tape over each of her nipples. "We didn't expect you on a Saturday!"

Tim risked a sideways glance at his wife, who was gazing at him cooly, one eyebrow raised beneath her auburn curls. "Timmy?" she mouthed silently.

"Ah..."

"Look what I'm wearing for you, Tim," called Cherry, standing up higher so her hips and legs and, well, pretty much everything, came into view. She was in a pink thong that came down to a single string of pearls which lay across her vulva, covering her clit--sort of; it looked a little swollen beneath the white orbs--and sinking partially into the cleft between her smooth, moist looking pussy lips. The pearls glistened wetly as she moved her hips to show the outfit.

"It's your favorite," she added, turning around and bending over. She reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Tim's mouth was dry. He couldn't help but lick his lips as she stretched her skin, making her labia separate so the pearls sank fully between them, and some disappeared entirely when her plump, bare lips came back together. The string of pearls transitioned to a strand of pink silk where it passed over her cute puckered asshole. She winked her third eye at him, wiggling her behind with a giggle.

Tim felt like he was trapped in slow motion, in the moment between a gun being fired and the bullet slamming home. There was nothing to be done at this point to mitigate the situation. He just stared at Cherry's anal ring opening and closing as if it were breathing, and felt his cock begin to swell in his pants, and waited for the hammer to drop.

"Me too, Timmy, me too," said Dani as she pushed her friend's ass out of the way so she could stand up and show off her own choice of undergarment--another small strip of black tape like the ones over her nipples. Her dress did come down far enough to cover her pussy, if only barely, but it was made of fishnet with large holes. It did nothing to obscure the tape, cut to stop neatly just where her labia came together above her clit. He could actually see her sweet little bud pushing out, making a ridge in the shiny tape. A narrow landing strip of dark pubic hair ran down to end just before the tape began.

"I can not believe you," said Jackie. Her voice sounded... odd. He didn't turn to look at her, not with what the girls were getting up to in front of him. He was fully committed now anyway. So he just kept staring as Cherry playfully slapped at her friend's ass in retaliation for the shove she'd been given.

"You've got to show him the best part," she insisted, trying to turn the other girl around. "Bend over."

"I know," giggled Dani, "I'm doing it."

She was nervously fiddling with the hem of her fishnet minidress as Cherry pushed down on her back. She let go, and Cherry reached to pull the dress up her friend's hips, out of the way entirely, as Dani's fingers sank into the flesh of her own adorable bottom, tugging. Tim could see now that the black tape she had stretched over the slit of her pussy stopped before it reached her ass. Instead, her rear hole was hidden behind a glittering red jewel, about the size of a quarter, its silver edges pushing against the insides of her full, round cheeks.

"Look, Tim, didn't you say you'd like to see us wear one of these?" asked Cherry, reaching to stroke the buttplug with her fingertips, making it rotate in Dani's ass. She tugged on it a little, not enough to pull it out, but she made Dani's sphincter stretch around the plug, and the girl let out a low moan in response.

"Didn't you say you'd like to see us play with one?" she went on, looking up at him. Her face was down low, by the plug she was fiddling with, so she saw into the passenger side of the car and suddenly looked a little surprised as she noticed Jackie sitting there.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry," she said, leaning further out the window to get a better look. Her tits swung in their pink mesh hammocks as she shielded her eyes from the sun and draped her bare body over the little shelf. Tim was actually worried she might fall. The girl was nothing if not enthusiastic. "You must be Mrs. Timmy."

Dani was bending low, too, supporting herself with one hand on the shelf and waving at Jackie with the other, her nearly naked breasts dangling freely with lines of fishnet indenting the pale flesh. "It's Jackie," she reminded her friend as she waved. "Hi Jackie! We've heard so much about you! I'm Dani."

"Yeah, it feels like we know you already! I'm Cherry by the way."

Tim groaned inwardly, dreading his wife's reaction to all of this. He looked over, expecting some kind of rage or judgment, irritation or upset. Instead she was chewing lightly on her lower lip, looking pensive.

"It's nice to finally meet you girls," she said finally. "Timmy here has told me so much about you, too." She emphasized the pet name the baristas were using, and gave him a look as the fib passed her lips. He swallowed nervously.

"We're so glad Tim has such a cool wife," said Cherry.

"Yeah," said Dani. "A lot of guys' wives wouldn't like them coming to us for their coffee every morning."

"And he's so generous, too!" Cherry beamed at him. "Those tips make such a big difference for a couple of independent business women like us."

"Oh yes, business." Jackie nodded.

"Yes, we own and run the stand, you know."

"We're entrepreneurs," added Dani. The dark pink of her areola was visible just past the edge of the tape covering one of her nipples, Tim noticed as she leaned out the window.

"Impressive," mused Jackie. "So you've been giving back to the community, Tim? Supporting these young ladies with your... generous tips?"

"Um. Yes, dear, that's actually a great way of looking at it."

"I'm not sure we could have made it this far without him, honestly," said Cherry.

"Every morning, just like clockwork," said Dani, blowing dark bangs out of her eyes with a puff of air.

Tim chuckled nervously. "Well, I'm just doing my part for the local economy."

Jackie tisked. "Tim, I can't believe you've never invited these enterprising young women to do anything outside of work. Don't you want to get to know them better? I'd like to get to know them better."

"I mean, I... I didn't think you'd..." He shook his head. "Or they'd..."

"Are you kidding?" asked Cherry. "We'd love to hang out."

"Yeah, You guys are so cool!" chirped Dani with a bounce.

"Oh, uh, reall--"

"Of course they think you're cool, honey." Jackie put a hand on his thigh, close to where his erection was struggling with his pants. He tried not to breathe out too audibly as he felt himself throb and strain, so near her fingers.

"I'm sure they mostly meant you," he managed, as casually as he could through gritted teeth. Jackie's fingers were lightly squeezing his leg, making the material of his jeans move along his swollen shaft. She was almost touching the head of his cock through the denim.

"We think you both just look like you have it all together," said Dani, "so professional and sophisticated."

"Yeah, we hope to be just like you guys one day," Cherry said, nodding, her tits bobbing along in their pink cradles.

"Well then, why don't you two join us for dinner tonight?" Jackie asked. "When do you close up shop?"

"We can close anytime we want. It's one of the perks of owning the place, you know." Cherry grinned.

"Just let us know where to show up and we'll grab an Uber," added Dani.

"Uber! None of that. How about you ride with us? We can just go now." Jackie did sound professional and sophisticated, Tim thought. She was having no trouble taking charge of this situation, anyway.

"Really?" Cherry squealed with a little jump.

"Of course really. Right after my coffee."

The girls giggled and snapped into action. Tim relayed his wife's order and they turned around to steam milk and pull shots of espresso, their cute asses jiggling as they operated the machinery. He gazed longingly at the red jewel glinting between Dani's cheeks when she bent down to get something from a low cabinet. She was moving her hips to the beat of the music they had on and it was mesmerizing.

The girls both shrugged into gray hoodies before locking up the stand. They clambered into the back seat with Jackie's drink and passed it to her between the seats. Jackie was turned around and talking to them as Tim started the car and pulled out. Soon all three women were chattering and laughing like they'd known each other forever. It made him a little nervous actually.

"Oh, that's Tim alright," his wife was saying, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes as Cherry moved her arms like a robot and Dani cracked up, kicking her bare legs adorably.

"Hey now," he objected, navigating the city streets. "You liked my dancing well enough when I picked you up at that club the night we met."

"Ooohh, he picked you up?"

"Please, Dani. I picked him up."

That earned a round of squeals and high fives from the girls. Tim felt exhilarated, just being near these vibrant young women. It was hard to believe they were in his car, on their way back to his house. Hearing them and his wife talk about him like this made his heart beat faster and his palms sweat on the steering wheel.

"Here we are," he said loudly, pulling into the driveway as Jackie told the baristas about the time he got seasick on a lake.

"So he threw up over the side of the boat, and I'll be damned if I didn't get the first bite of the day right after..."

"I said," Tim said emphatically, "here we are."

"Oh, of course. Come on, girls."

Jackie stepped onto the sidewalk, heels clicking on the pavement, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her sweater as the baristas spilled out after her in a tangle of long legs and gray cotton hoodies. Tim turned off the car and escorted the three women to the door, unlocking and holding it open for them.

"Right this way. There you go."

"Do you have somewhere I can put this away?" asked Dani, unzipping her jacket and shrugging it off to reveal her nearly naked body, criss-crossed by the black lines of her minidress.

"Sure, let me take those for you," said Jackie, collecting the garment and turning to the closet as Cherry began to pull down her zipper as well. Tim tried not to stare overmuch, but the girls were spectacularly sexy in their outfits at any time, and now it was so much more up close and personal than ever before. It felt so different standing right beside them, here in his own house. Cherry was just a foot or two away, tugging her hoodie off to reveal bare shoulders, breasts cradled in sheer pink mesh, a slender waist and round hips. She handed off her jacket and turned toward him, bringing her string of pearls into view, snug between her pouty pussy lips which were completely uncovered.

"I'm up here," she whispered with a sly smile.

"Of--of course," he stammered, meeting her clear blue eyes. His heart was beating hard and his cock was crying out for release, straining against his pants. It was shaping up to be a long night.

"Should we take off our shoes?"

"Don't worry, Tim will take care of those for you," said Jackie, shoving Cherry's hoodie into the closet. "Honey, be a dear and help the girls out of their shoes, would you?"

He looked at her with a start. She'd never asked him to remove her shoes or anyone else's before, but her expression brooked no nonsense.

"Yes, of course," he said, turning to the baristas, who peered back at him with bemused looks on their faces. He knelt down in front of the two girls, letting his eyes travel up their naked legs, to stare at pussies barely obscured by pearls or thin black tape from mere inches away. They giggled nervously and shifted their weight from leg to leg, which really let him see the delicate skin of those lovely vulvas stretch and flex with their movements.

Cherry put her foot forward first, and Tim took it in his hands, untying her shoelace. She wore pink sneakers with no socks. Her foot, her calf, felt weightless in his hands as he tugged the shoe over her heel. She wiggled her toes in his palm, gazing down at him with a grin, before shifting to let him get the other one.

"Me, too," said Dani, extending a slim leg so he could remove the thin black sandal dangling from her foot. She laughed as he did it with the same deliberate, almost reverent, slowness as he'd used for Cherry's laced kicks, running his fingertips over her arches and tickling her soles.

Tim looked up at his wife, moving closer to her on his knees. "Shall I take yours?" he asked. After a moment she nodded, watching as he stroked her ankle, and her calf, and lifted her foot, cradling her leg in one hand as he slipped off her pump with the other. He pressed in on her sole with a thumb and rubbed circles there as he set the first shoe aside. "Does that feel good?"

She nodded again, a small smile growing on her lips. "Always so thoughtful, honey," she said as he continued to her other side. Her legs were smooth and shapely, bare to above her knees. He felt like kissing her thighs just below the hem of her skirt, but didn't quite have the gumption to go that far in front of their guests. He didn't want to make the girls feel awkward with too much PDA between him and his wife. He'd save it for later when they were alone.

"Alright, well." Jackie padded barefoot past him, taking Dani's hand and laying a few fingers on Cherry's forearm. "Why don't you two come help me in the kitchen while Tim finishes getting his shoes off."

"That sounds fun," chirped Cherry. Tim watched them walking off, the nearly naked baristas on either side of his elegant wife. Her hands rested familiarly on their sinuous backs. She glanced back at him as her fingertips reached the pink line of Cherry's thong.

Tim shook his head. He got his shoes off and went into the kitchen to take out a few steaks. The ladies were bustling around as he laid the meat on a block and salted it.

"Excuse me," said Dani sweetly as she squeezed by him, her bare skin brushing the backs of his legs. It was a good thing he was facing the counter, he thought, or his erection would have pressed into her. His gaze followed her down to the bottom cabinet, where she bent over and dug around for several seconds, the red jewel of her buttplug flashing in and out of view as she moved.

Jackie stationed Cherry at the sink, running water over some vegetables. She accidentally splashed herself a little, as the spray rebounded from the lettuce, and droplets of water sprinkled her body, beading on her tummy and dripping down to her pussy, moistening the pearls tucked in there.

"Ooh." She shivered, tits and ass jiggling delightfully.

"Here we are," said Dani, standing up with a pasta pot. She took it to the sink to be filled and Cherry aimed the faucet head for her, spritzing her with some of the water as well. "Aah, Cherry!"

"Sorry," said the other girl, flicking water off her friend's tits with her free hand while she continued to fill the pot.

"Close your mouth, honey," whispered Jackie in Tim's ear, swishing past with a couple of tomatoes.

He shut his jaw with a click of teeth. He seared the steaks as his wife sliced up ingredients for a salad and the baristas boiled noodles. It all almost felt normal. Like some friends over for dinner.

He caught sight of Cherry's pearl-adorned pussy, and then her bare ass, as she carried the colander of drained noodles.

Almost.

"Where's the bathroom?" asked Dani. "I gotta pee."

"I'll show you," Jackie said, leading her out.

Tim was left alone with Cherry, who was leaning back on a counter, watching him. Her pink mesh bikini top was nearly all the clothing she had on. His eyes traveled down her smooth curves, bare skin looking so tender and soft. They reached the pink line of her thong and followed it down to the v shape where it became a string of pearls that rested along the groove between her puffy pink labia.

"I like your house," she said, smiling at him brightly.

"That's great. You guys are welcome here anytime."

She came closer, leaning her bare shoulder on his arm and watching as he cooked. He felt a surge of pre-cum seep down the length of his trapped and achingly swollen cock.

"How do you get it so juicy?" she asked, turning her face toward his. Her blue eyes and wavy blonde hair were all he could see.

"It's, uh--" He looked down at her almost naked body casually brushing against his, feeling his erection pulse and twitch in his underwear, and took a shaky breath. "You've got to--"

"Can't leave you two alone for five seconds," said Jackie with a laugh as she came back in.

"Oh, I was just telling her--"

"I'm sure you were honey. Cherry dear, would you mind helping me carry these things out?"

"Of course!" the girl enthused, disengaging from Tim's arm to grab the salad bowl.

Tim shook his head, not sure what was going on but deciding to just go with it. He transferred the steaks to a platter and followed them out, enjoying the view of the cute little dimples on either side of Cherry's tailbone as she walked in front of him. Jackie led them past the dining room table and into the living room.

"The big table's too full of junk," she commented. "Set the food down here on the coffee table and help me move it."

Tim grabbed his side carefully once the dishes were in place, and helped his wife as she swung the low table up against the sofa, clearing space on the floor in front of it.

"Room for all of us here now," she said, surveying the area.

"It's perfect," said Cherry, plopping down cross-legged on the carpet so her pussy lips separated with a moist sound and her pearls sank deeply into the pink recess between them. She seemed to shiver. "Ooh, tickly."

Jackie reclined by the table more modestly with her skirted legs together, her knees bent, feet resting on the carpet. Tim could see her feeling its texture with her toes. She looked up at him, patting the floor, so he settled down in front of her and Cherry, propping himself up with an arm.

"Here everyone is," said Dani, coming back from the bathroom. She stepped into the living room, carefully avoiding the hands and legs on the carpet with her bare feet. Tim naturally looked up from those feet, to her long legs, and her hips and stomach, hatched with the threads of her fishnet dress.

"Oh, you've got a little bit of a wardrobe issue, I'm afraid," said Jackie, looking at the girl's pelvic area. Tim saw the problem, too. Her piece of black tape had perhaps been removed and replaced, and had now come loose from one labia, revealing some of her darker pink clitoral hood.