My First Time Eating Oysters... And Pussy

We got introduced by this coworker who knew I was fresh out of a relationship and looking to switch teams. One look at her told me everything. Sharp wit, filthy sense of humor, shameless about her tits, and zero interest in men. The second we shook hands I felt the heat. She grabbed my waist when she laughed, called me skinny just to watch me blush, wiped lipstick from my mouth with her thumb and slid her number into my bra before she left. We both knew what was happening. She called that weekend and told me to come over. I showed up in a thin summer dress. We barely got through the first glass of wine before she had me on the patio table. She’d laid out snails, liver, goat cheese, oysters—the whole spread—and we never touched it. Our mouths were too busy sucking, biting, licking every inch of skin we could reach. Sun on our backs, fingers sliding in, tongues working deep, moans bouncing off the deck while the rest of the neighborhood stayed clueless.