Mandy was gently grinding her hips against Nyla’s body while the two stood behind the dark, musty bar, when they heard voices outside. Both blushed as they broke eye contact and returned to their duties. Marko came in the door sighing. “The last one’s in a cab and his bike is locked in the garage. Everything is secure, girls. All you have to do is alarm and lock the front doors.”
In unison, the two knockouts behind the bar said, “OK, we’ll get it.”
Marko looked from one girl to the other. The were both a bit flushed and their eyes were darting around the top of the bar as if a rat were running free over the Cantina countertop. Marko had a natural analytical air about him. Extensive military training drilled the power of observation into his tough skull. He consumed body language, eye contact, words. Deciding that whatever they were up to was harmless, he said good night and walked out the door. Standing outside in the cool harbor air, he scanned the parking lot and noted the position of Nyla’s van and Mandy’s sportscar. He also noted the dark blue Ford Taurus outside the lot against the curb. There was no reason for anyone to park along Harbor Boulevard unless their car broke down. It had to be a cop watching the Cantina.
Marko wasn’t concerned. He continued to scan the parking lot behind the Cantina facing the main channel of the harbor nearly under the Vincent Thomas expansion bridge, a smaller version of the Golden Gate.
“What do you want to drink?” Nyla asked as Mandy headed toward the massive oak doors, locking them securely in three places.
“B and B on the rocks,” Mandy said and turned toward Nyla. Nyla mixed a double White Russian, and headed to the back of the bar, to the stairs leading to Bandit’s apartment. Mandy caught up with her, watching her tight seductive ass up the stairs. She spanked her gently and a tingle filled Nyla from the tips of her toes to her pert nose. “You almost made me spill the drinks.”
“As long as you spill them all over you, so I can lick it up,” Mandy said, cupping Nyla’s ass with the palms of her hands. “Nice,” she said.
Bandit’s apartment was his ship’s bridge overlooking the Cantina. It was one large room. The pad faced the harbor with a broad expanse of windows overlooking the main channel. The floors were hardwood with an occasional throw rug. At one end was his Panhead motorcycle desk and in the center was a king-sized bed scattered with pillows, with a ceiling fan overhead. Behind the bed was a wall of closets and between the bed and his desk was a small sitting area with antique furniture and couches. He also had a large conference table made out of a cell door with glass over it. The seats were all bike seats on small pedestals.
The girls sat together on the couch and toasted, “Here’s to something special,” Mandy said and they clinked their glasses together and sipped. Mandy couldn’t keep her eyes off Nyla’s smooth form. Nyla was older by six years, but in wonderful shape. She seemed to flow like a dense liquor in a small sipping glass when she wasn’t bubbly. “I like you,” Mandy said.
“You mean you like my body,” Nyla returned.
“That too,” Mandy said, putting her drink down and moving closer to Nyla.
They kissed again. Mandy’s right hand ran down Nyla’s form to cup one of her breasts and squeezed softly. Mandy sighed as she let the supple shape of the breast rest alluringly in the palm of her hand. Mandy could sense that she was getting wet and wanted more. She pulled Nyla’s top out, exposing two luscious, large nipples that seemed to strain to reach her lips, throbbing their intentions. Nyla’s head went back and she spread her legs slightly as Mandy’s lips kissed along the top of her breast and surrounded her nipple.
“I want you! Goddamn, I want you!” Mandy said. She sat back, yanked off her blouse and unsnapped her bra, throwing it to the polished floor. Nyla could sense her own need rising like a Tsunami reaching a coast. Mandy watched intently as Nyla’s sizable breasts swelled. They were pendulous, but perfectly shaped with gentle slopes to each gorgeous nipple. But the touch was everything. Nyla had skin like nothing Mandy had ever touched, as if for one instant she could caress the surface of a cube of warm butter.
“Let’s take a bath,” Nyla said, “I want to be fresh for you.”
Mandy reached forward and let one of Nyla’s breasts float in the palm of her hand. She was panting heavily as her mouth circled one of Nyla’s nipples, then kissed up her chest to her mouth. Nyla wasn’t as experienced with girls, but the attraction was deep and she pulled Mandy against her until their nipples were touching. The sensation was overwhelming and Nyla laid back on the couch as the redhead climbed on top of her. Nyla ran her hands down over Mandy’s supple breasts, which weren’t as large as hers but just as soft. Then her hands ran up Mandy’s athletic ass and squeezed just as Mandy’s mound pressed against the warmth of hers. Suddenly Mandy whimpered, gasped and screamed into a rocking orgasm.
Nyla held Mandy close as each gasp was followed by a long moan of delight. Nyla pulled at her ass trying to connect the two and she could feel Mandy’s every reaction. She kissed her cheek and whispered, “This is just going to get better.”
Mandy couldn’t speak for long moments. She finally sat up and took a sip from her drink. “I’m ready for that bath.”
“But you came,” Nyla said.
“If that’s any indication of the way you can make me feel,” Mandy said, gulping another swallow of her liquor, “I’ll come many more times tonight.”
The two stumbled to their feet and into the only other room of Bandit’s apartment, the large bathroom with a massive tub and two- headed shower. The counter was strewn with candles, which Mandy lit as Nyla ran the bath.
Outside, Marko went to his guest quarters, pulled out a fishing rod and headed for the edge of the dock. Just before baiting his line, he looked up at the Cantina behind him. He could sense the candlelight flicker in the bathroom windows…
