The convent girl CH 65
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The cool breeze only made Erin's nipples that much harder and more sensitive. She was constantly rubbing them. Tasha swung the car into a parking spot in front of a nice-looking bar and they all jumped out and went inside.
They stopped just inside the entrance to check it out and let their eyes adjust to the lower lighting. A few people turned around to see who had just entered and they froze as they stared. Tasha led the way over to the bar. The bartender couldn't lift his eyes from her breasts, her naked nipples hard and visible.
"Champagne," Tasha ordered, smiling at the bartender. "You can look at them again when you bring the champagne," she told the bartender softly when he didn't move, rubbing little circles on her nipples with her forefinger from each hand.
"I'm sorry," the bartender said, shaking his head. "It's just that you're so beautiful, both of you. What kind of champagne would you like?" he asked.
"Krystal, please," Tasha said.
Tasha turned to Erin and hugged her, then Brian.
"This is so much fun," she said, laughing. "We're so safe with the three of us. It's wonderful to be able to be so free and not worry about it."
"Everyone is staring at us," Erin said, again rubbing her breasts.
"They better be," Tasha said as the bartender returned with the champagne and three glasses.
He filled the glasses and they toasted one another, then drank from the glasses.
"Oh, that tastes nice!" Erin commented.
"Your first champagne?" Brian asked.
"Yes," she replied, taking another sip. "I like this."
"Drink it slowly," Tasha cautioned. "The bubbles make it get you drunk quicker."
They stood drinking their champagne and talking, laughing often. At one point Tasha reached into Brian's robe and Erin knew that she was playing with his cock, but nobody could see. When Tasha removed her hand she smiled at Erin.
"Your turn," she told her.
Erin gasped and quickly looked around the room. People were glancing over at them, but nobody was really watching them or staring. So sidling closer to her brother, Erin slid her hand into his robe and wrapped her hand around his hard cock, squeezing it.
"This is so much fun," she giggled, taking a sip of her champagne with the other hand. "I wish I could just kneel down and suck it right here," she said.
Tasha and Brian laughed at the wistful look on Erin's face when she said this.
"I'm sure you'll get your chance," Tasha said. "Okay, let's drink up. We need to go."
The bartender poured the remaining champagne into their glasses. They toasted each other once more, raising their glasses to clink them together.
"I'm glad we're all together," Tasha said after taking a sip from her glass. "I mean the three of us, now," she explained, throwing her arms around Brian's neck and kissing him, then turning to Erin and doing the same, though letting a hand slide down her back to cup her ass beneath her skirt.
There were a few appreciative wolf-whistles as Tasha exposed Erin's ass to the bar. They laughed, finishing their champagne before paying the bill and leaving, to a small scattering of applause. They stopped outside by the car, taking a deep breath of the fresh air, their heads light from the champagne. Erin started to get into the car when Tasha stopped her.
"It's across the street," she said, indicating a place with blackened one-way windows. Above it was a sign, Soixante-Neuf, with an artwork graphic beneath the name showing a couple in the classic 69 position.
They crossed the street and Tasha gave the receptionist her name. Her reservation was verified and they went through a door to the hostess stand, where Erin got her first big surprise. The hostess was wearing a type classic French maid's uniform, complete with tiny apron. The only difference was that her breasts were totally exposed and the apron was the only thing she had on below the waist. Her naked ass was completely exposed.
"Welcome," she said. "I have a table for 5 for you. There are only 3 other tables this evening," she informed them. "If you'll follow me, please."
They followed her into the main dining room, if it could be called that. There was a central sunken area, round in shape, about 15' across. In it were several low divan-type couches. Arranged around the sunken area were several tables. At two of the tables were couples and the other table was 4 people, two couples. All of the women were showing a lot if not all of their breasts. The men all had on robes similar in type to Brian. Bill and Jane were not yet arrived.
The hostess stopped at each table in turn and introduced everyone, though without any names ever being used. Erin was surprised when one of the women ran her hand up her leg and stroked her ass and then let her hand trail across her pussy before stopping. She noticed that Tasha and Brian were being treated in a similar fashion so she understood that it was a part of the customs that Brian had mentioned. At the table with the two couples Erin was surprised when one of the men reached up into Brian's robe also.
They finally reached their own table, which like the others was low to the ground and surrounded by divan-type settees where they could either sit or lounge in the Greek fashion. Brian took a seat between Erin and Tasha. Tasha asked the hostess to bring champagne as they sat down.
"If I drink any more champagne, I won't be responsible," Erin giggled. "That stuff really makes my head spin."
"We'll get you some water then, too," Tasha said. "You don't want to miss any of the evening."
As the champagne arrived, so did Bill and Jane. Erin gasped when she saw how her mother was dressed. Her top was nothing more than a bustier to display her breasts. Her skirt was vinyl, clear vinyl, and she was wearing nothing beneath it. She might just as well be naked.
They too were introduced to the other three parties. It seemed as though they knew one of the two couples at the big table. When they got to their table, they kissed everyone and Erin was very surprised at how friendly her mother's kiss was. She felt her tongue gliding along her lips. They all sat down, Erin between her father and brother.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the hostess suddenly said, appearing in the sunken area in the center. "Welcome to dinner this evening. For your dining pleasure, please allow me to introduce Aphrodite and Hercules," she said, holding out her arm.
Into the sunken area entered a couple. The woman was tall and blonde with large breasts. She was wearing a beautiful black cocktail dress that came down to just above her knees. The man was tall and muscular, much like Hercules must have been. He was wearing a tuxedo. His eyes were bright blue and his blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail that hung down between his shoulder blades.
As they watched the couple slowly embrace, their first course was served by a waitress dressed just like the hostess, who was also serving one of the other tables. Erin looked at the dish placed in front of her with a puzzled expression on her face.
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