The Shane Chronicles

Chapter 2

“I had fun.” Layla whispered hotly into the phone two days later. “We should do it again sometime.”

“Oh yeah. That would be great.” Shane answered huskily. “When do you want to go out?”

“How about tomorrow?” She suggested.

“Great. Six ok?” He asked.

“Perfect.” She purred.

“Dinner?” He asked again.

“Sure. Pick me up at my place. Hey Shane?”

“What?”

“I won’t be wearing any panties.” She answered and hung up the phone.

Layla was surprised that he called her, figuring it was just a one night stand. But when he had called she couldn’t deny the excitement of seeing him again. He’s one hell of a fuck. And I need a good fuck, she thought as she lay there trying to sleep.

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Shane made his way up Layla’s front walk and had to will his hard cock to relax. Her parting words had made him hard and it hadn’t gotten any better since last night. He rang the bell and waited until she flung the door open.

He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked. She had on another one of those short skirts like she’d had on the other night, a tank top with spaghetti straps, he wasn’t sure but he didn’t think she had a bra on either, and a pair of high heeled sandals that made the top of her head even with his shoulders.

“Hi!” She said breathlessly as she took in khaki shorts, white tank and flip flops.

“Hello.” He answered, unsure whether to kiss her or shake her hand. He settled on bringing him to her for a hug.

“Are you ready?” She asked.

“Whenever you are.” He said.

Layla locked up her house and followed him to his car. She looked up at him in surprise when he opened her door for her. She said thanks and slid into the sporty car. She was very aware of her naked buttocks rubbing against the fabric of his seats.

Shane situated himself behind the wheel and found himself staring at her long bare legs. Her skirt had ridden up high on her thighs and he briefly wondered if she really wasn’t wearing any panties. He fully intended to find out.

Layla watched him staring at her legs as he backed out of the driveway and leaned over to nibble on his ear as he drove. His eyes rolled back in his head for a moment as her tongue dipped into the shell of his ear.

She leaned back and smiled at him as she reached for his hand and placed it on her thigh.

“Is this what you wanted to know?” She asked huskily as she drug his fingers up her naked skin.

When he did not find any barriers he smiled and dipped a finger into her already wet pussy.

“Dying of curiosity actually.” He said as he watched her tip her head back and groan.

Layla propped her foot up on the dash and angled herself so he could reach her easier. She could feel her juices running down the crack of her ass and onto his seat. She was also aware of the fact that people passing them could see whatever they wanted.

Shane continued thrusting his fingers into as she shoved her hips up to meet him and he found it hard to concentrate on the road. A semi passed them and began honking his horn and whooping cheers at them. Shane almost laughed when Layla dipped a finger into her cunt and brought her fingers to her mouth to lick her own juices for the trucker, who was just exiting.

“You’re a little exhibitionist aren’t you.” He groaned.

“So close to cumming. Faster. Harder.” She panted between groans.

“Can’t. We’re here already.” He said as he licked his fingers clean.

Layla looked around in surprise at the full parking lot and shifted so she could sit up in her seat.

“Damn. I’m right on the edge.” She said through grit teeth.

“We’ll fix that. Come on.” He said as he got out of the car.

Layla allowed herself to be guided to the doors but very aware that she probably had cum running down her thighs. She also felt the breeze go up her skirt and cool her boiling twat and she had to fight off a shiver of orgasm.

The hostess led them to a booth in back of the restaurant and they took a seat opposite each other. Layla stared at him with unbridled passion shining in her blue eyes as they waited on their drinks to arrive. Finally the waiter came back and set their drinks down.

“Are you ready to order or do you need a few minutes?” The young kid asked.

“I’m ready.” Shane said. “How about you?”

“Me too.” Layla said. “I’ll have the eight ounce steak with a baked ....” She trailed off with a moan as she felt something enter her pussy underneath the table.

She looked at Shane in shock and subtly slipped her hand under the table, finding his foot nestled between her legs. Oh my God! He’s fucking me with his big toe. That is so erotic, she thought as her eyes glazed over with want.

“I’m sorry?” The waiter asked.

“With a baked potato...loaded.” She said as normally as she could and tugged the table cloth over her lap.

“And for you sir?” The waiter asked as he turned to Shane.

Layla slipped her own shoe off under the table and slid her foot up into the leg of his shorts, holding back a moan when she realized he wasn’t wearing underwear either. I guess we both came prepared, she mused.

“I’ll have the twelve ounce T-bone with a loaded baked potato.” Shane croaked out as his cock became even harder when her toes brushed against him.

The waiter practically ran away from their table as they gazed hotly at each other.

Layla found her hips matching the rhythm of his toe fuck and she tossed her back trying not to moan as she continued to run her foot up and down his hard shaft.

“Why don’t you move over here Layla?” He asked invitingly.

She watched his eyes, completely mesmerized as he slid his foot back down to the floor and she did the same. She stood as if in a trance and moved to his side of the table so they were facing away from everyone else in the restaurant.

“Isn’t that better?” He asked in her ear hotly as he sank his fingers back into her pussy and felt her muscles clench around him.

“So much better.” She moaned lowly.

He leaned down and began biting her neck and tonguing her ear, making her squirm. He felt her slide his zipper down and his cock bobbed free. Shane had to bite back a moan of pleasure when she began stroking his dick under the table. He tossed his head back and rubbed her clit until she began spasming hard as she came. She momentarily stopped stroking him as she concentrated on having a quiet orgasm. He watched her bite her lip as she ground her self against his hand and wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

After her shudders subsided she began rubbing his head vigorously and he couldn’t help the moan that escaped his throat. He distantly heard the elderly couple behind them complaining about how disrespectful young people were but paid them no attention as Layla tickled his balls lightly with her nails.

The waiter returned with their food, interrupting Layla’s ministrations.

“Can I get you anything else?” He asked.

They both shook their heads and the waiter scurried off again.

“I think we’re scaring that guy.” Shane said with a laugh as he dug into his food.

“I think we’re making him horny.” Layla answered as she followed suit and began to eat.

Shane had to say it was hard to enjoy his meal when his cock was straining to be buried deep in her pussy.

They ate in silence, occasionally stopping to kiss passionately or rub each others straining sex. The waiter only returned once to check on them and Layla couldn’t help but notice his erection straining against his pants. She smiled hotly at him and winked, delighted when he ran away again.

She set her fork and knife down abruptly and turned to look at Shane.

“I need you to fuck me. Right now.” She said.

“Now?” He asked.

“Now.” She said.

“Where? We can’t do it here.” He asked.

“The bathroom?” She suggested.

“What if someone walks in?” He questioned.

“Hold on a minute.” She said and dashed out of sight.

A minute later she came back and tugged him out of his seat.

“Come on.” She said as she drug him along behind her.

“Where are we going?” He asked feeling like every eye was on them.

“The employee bathroom.” She said with a smile.

“How in the world did you manage that one?” He asked.

They came to a stop in front of the eager looking waiter.

“Tom here is going to let us use it. On one condition.” She said.

“And what’s that?” Shane asked suspiciously.

“He’s going to watch us.” She said.

Shane looked at her for a moment, not sure if she was serious or not. Deciding he didn’t care either way he just nodded. Any fuck was better than no fuck at all. His cock felt like it was going to burst if it didn’t get in her soon.

They followed Tom into the bathroom and heard him lock the door behind them. Layla pushed Shane up against the wall and shoved her tongue in his mouth as she began clawing at his pants, trying to free his dick. He did the same and pushed her skirt off her hips to the floor and tugged her tank over head. He broke the kiss to capture one of her tits in teeth.

They heard the waiter groan and undo his own pants so he could stroke his own cock.

Layla finally got Shane’s pants undone and she sank to her knees to pull his hot length into her mouth. She slid him down her throat and felt his hips start thrusting the rhythm of her sucking.


When he felt himself getting ready to blow it he pulled her back up and led her over the toilet. He sat down and tugged her backwards onto his lap.

“I have to fuck you now.” He said urgently.

Tom watched the scene in front of him and stroked his meat frantically. This is so much better than any porno, he thought.

Layla sank her cunt onto his hard dick and began riding him hard. His hands were playing with her nipples and her own hands were rubbing her clit as she watched Tom jacking off to the sight of them fucking.

She tossed her head back as she began to grind her hips in a circular motion, causing his dick to rub against her clit. She moaned and screamed his name as she began to cum, her muscles clenching against his still hard cock. He continued plunging into her until he too shot himself deep inside her.

They collapsed against each other as the spasms wore off. Shane looked at the waiter who was still hard and then looked at Layla who was licking her lips.

“Oh, Tom. You never came?” She asked.

He shook his head and Layla turned to look questioningly at Shane. He nodded his approval and she slipped off his lap to walk purposefully toward their young waiter.
She sank to her knees in front of him and began to give him the same treatment she’d given to Shane. She drew him down the length of her throat and began bobbing her head up and down on his straining shaft. She tickled one hand against his straining sac and the other she thrust one hand up his ass hole. He bucked underneath her and began shooting his hot salty cum down her throat. She kept sucking until he was dry.

She stood up and smiled as she realized how wet she was again. She looked over at Shane who had gotten hard again and was masturbating to the scene in front of him.

“Tom, have you ever eaten pussy before?” She asked curiously.

“No.” He blushed.

Layla slipped onto the counter of the sink and spread her legs invitingly.

“Do you want to eat me?” She asked.

Tom nodded excitedly as he knelt down in front of her. He dove his tongue in tentatively at first and then began lapping at her like a pro. She gave him helpful little instructions as she writhed on the sink under his tongue. Shane had came closer to watch better and Layla reached out her hand and began stroking him in rhythm to Tom’s sucking.

“That’s it baby.” She cooed. “Add a few fingers.”

Tom inserted two fingers into her dripping snatch and began fucking her with a furious tempo.

“Lick my clit!” She instructed as she wrapped her legs around his head. “That’s it! Harder! Harder! I’m cumming!” She screamed as she spasmed around his hand and tongue. She felt Shane shot his load on her tits and she smiled completely sated.

After about two minutes of silence Tom said his break was over and he slipped out of the bathroom.

Shane and Layla reluctantly pulled their clothes back on.

“You are way to much sweetheart.” He said as he took in her well fucked expression.

“Ditto.” She said as she kissed him pulled him back to the table where their cold food still lay waiting on them.