It took quite a few tissues to stop Max’s nose from bleeding. She was still getting used to her powers and pushing herself like this was rather taxing. She knew pulling other people through time with her was difficult but she figured the more she tried the more able she’ll become. It was a risk though, using it on others not in the know about her powers. Warren she trusted, he hadn’t stopped geeking out about it. She hoped Steph wouldn’t figure out it wasn’t a dream and go insane. They couldn’t be sure how she would take it. Max had already altered the timeline to prevent someone else from remembering her powers. She couldn’t keep rewriting history to hide her abilities. That storm on the horizon was big enough. So they’ll have to wait and see, maybe keep an eye on Steph. Better yet distract her.
Which brought up the next thing she had to deal with. She could already tell Chloe was going to invite the girl to another threesome, and Max wasn’t against the idea. She was adorably cute. She would hope to convince her girlfriend to try somewhere less exposed this time. The problem was she wasn’t sure if she could wait that long. She was turned on and horny. She always was after using the “orgasm express” as Chloe has started calling it. It sort of made sense, time traveling at the peak of a climax always left her body feeling the aftershocks. She looked around the small toilet in the back of the diner. Not the cleanest environment but she’d masturbated in worse. If she took too long she could always wind the clock back again. That way she wouldn’t be keeping her friends waiting.
Max closed the toilet seat and then sat down, undoing her jeans pushing them down to her ankles so she could rub her underwear. As she thought, the friction wouldn’t be enough so she pushed them down to her knees, opening her thighs to get unrestricted access to her pussy. She sat back, closed her eyes and began performing some practiced motions, circling her clit and penetrating her folds until she was panting heavily. It didn’t take her long to bring herself to orgasm, but she underestimated the noise she made when she did. She caught the scream with her hand, covering her mouth as her body convulsed on the toilet, squirting into her other hand with cum. She opened her eyes and froze, wondering if anybody out in the diner heard her. After a minute she figured it wouldn’t matter if she was going to rewind anyway.
But before she could there was a knock on the toilet door. A young woman’s voice called inside asking if everything was okay. Max froze, her eyes darting to the door in fear. Her fear turned to panic when the door suddenly swung inward. She had forgotten to lock it! The young waitress opened the door and poked her head in, concern etched across her face. Then she saw Max, still sitting on the toilet seat, her jeans pulled down along with her underwear, her hand between her legs, her eyes wide. Poor girl was mortified.
Max didn’t know what to do, time freezing around her and not from her powers. The two young women locked eyes. Neither knew what to say. What do you say. All Max could think about was the humiliation, and how not to make it worse. She could’ve used her powers and rewound to before the discovery, but she wasn’t thinking that clearly at that particular moment. Instead she stared, shell-shocked, until the waitress averted her gaze and went to quickly leave. Max shot up off the toilet, nearly tripping over her jeans as her feet shuffled forward, her arm shooting out catching the young woman by the wrist. She wanted to stop her, beg her not to tell anyone. But when she looked back in embarrassment she realized her mistake and let go.
She wouldn’t tell anyone, she probably wanted to pretend this encounter hadn’t happened as much as Max did. The waitress stood in the doorway staring back at the mortified young woman, her cheeks bright red as she attempted to hide her dignity. The young woman’s gaze fought not to look down, fighting the flush of embarrassment rising in her own cheeks. But then she did something that shocked the young brunette even more; she stepped back inside the small room and closed the door behind her, this time locking it shut.
Max stared at the young waitress, who didn’t say a word as she stood in the room with her, her eyes nervously admiring her as she bit her bottom lip. Max found herself admiring her in return, noticing the slim waist and bare legs beneath her blue uniform, the cute little hat atop her red hair tied in a bun. Her face was round, soft edges, her nose thin and curved just right. She was very attractive. The waitress seemed to agree, sharing the thought as she raked her eyes over her body too. After a minute of silence the woman reached behind her back and untied the apron around her waist, hooking it on the hand rail beside them. Then she shyly unbuttoned the first few buttons of her uniform, just enough to open her front to reveal the cleavage between her breasts and the lace bra holding them up. Max’s eyes were drawn to it and her breath quickened, arousal making her nipples hard. She wondered what was happening, though she had a vague idea. She wondered if this was a good idea, she had a girlfriend waiting outside. But then they decided they aren’t exclusive so Chloe wouldn’t mind. The waitress waited a moment before stepping forward, reaching out with her hand stroking Max’s cheek, making the first move as she planted a soft kiss on her lips. Nothing big, an invitation.
Max stared at her for a long moment before accepting it, taking the woman’s face in her hands and kissing her back. The electricity was immediate as they locked lips, the young waitress shoved against the door as Max threw herself at her. They made out frantically, driven by lust and desire as Max’s hands reached down to grasp the woman’s chest, her eyes staring at the exposed skin wanting to rip the uniform form her body. After a minute of kissing and groping Max wondered if she was pushing too fast for her. Suddenly she gasped as the waitress reached inside her jacket and under her shirt to grab her bare ass, giving her cheeks a rough squeeze. Apparently she thought she wasn’t moving fast enough as her next move was the spin the girl around so her back was pinned against the door with her body pressed against her. Max blinked in surprise as the waitress took her hands and pinned them above her head, their fingers interlocking as the woman leaned in to kiss her deeply. Max felt her knee press between her open legs and she shuddered, whimpering softly as the woman began kissing her neck. The way she controlled her made her think of Chloe. These two would get along swimmingly.
Chloe! Shit, I need to go!
She turned to the girl trying to explain she had a girlfriend waiting for her, but her words were lost into moans as the woman reached down with one hand and dipped her fingers into her dripping pussy. Max shivered when they were removed, watching intently as the waitress brought her soaking fingers up to her mouth to suck them clean, her eyes fixed on her the whole time. It was so sexy Max forgot the urgency of her leaving and remained still as the woman released her wrists to drop down to her knees in front of her. Instinctively she gleaned she was to remain still as the waitress crouched in front of her, spreading her legs apart examining her entrance intimately. She looked down and bit her lip as the woman leaned forward and kissed her clit, inhaling sharply before releasing a desperate moan when her tongue invaded her cunt.
Chloe had trained her well. At no point did Max’s arms lower from the door, not to grab the woman’s red hair, not to pull her head deeper between her thighs. She stood straight, back against the door and let her have her way as she devoured her pussy. The only time she broke that pose was when the waitress reached up with both her hands to reach under her pink shirt and palm her small breasts beneath her bra, when she grabbed them through the clothes to help them massage her tits. She stared down at the young woman, her eyes staring up as her tongue carved through her folds thoroughly, finding her weak points within minutes. Max’s moans got louder and she had to cover her mouth again, in willing to risk being heard by anyone in the diner again. The waitress found it cute, rubbing her clit with her fingers while giving her bum a playful smack to get a startled reaction. She ravished her pussy until the brunette’s knees were shaking, her whimpers escaping her hand before her body tensed in a powerful orgasm, cum leaking through her entrance to coat the woman’s tongue. She laced it up waiting for her climax to finish before pulling away, listening to her heavy breathing as Max slumped against the door panting. The waitress wiped her mouth licking up the remains of her cum, rising up to her feet giving the aroused young woman several pecks across the jaw. Max sluggishly met her eyes as she kissed her cute freckled noses, asking her if it was enough.
Max decided it wasn’t, grabbing the waitress by the collar pulling her into another desperate kiss, her second wind bringing her energy back. The waitress happily let the young woman assault her jaw and neck, lifting her chin as she moved down to finally kiss at her exposed chest. She felt those lips skirt the edge of her bra, her nipples tingling at the possibility of removing it soon. But before then she lifted Max’s face to kiss her again, pressing against her lifting her knee to her hip. Max ran her hand over it, biting her bottom lip as she ran her fingers under her uniform brushing her underwear. Their eyes met and electricity sparked again.
But instead of taking it the way she thought it would, Max took a surprising shift by stepping out and around the waitress pushing her against the door. The red-haired woman gasped in surprise, looking over her shoulder as Max pressed against her back running her hands over her shoulders. She shivered as they drifted down and slowly lifted her uniform, her fingers slipping into her underwear and pushed them down. She reached down and helped herself out of them, shuffling them down to her knees leaving her bottom open for the teasing brunette.
Max held onto the sudden burst of confidence as long as she could, sizing up the waitress scraping her nails along the back of her thighs. She felt the woman shiver beneath her fingertips, kneading her backside kissing the back of her neck. The woman tried to crane her neck around to look at her but Max kept her pinned to the door, silently asking her not to move before dropping down to her knees, crouching behind the woman. She lifted the uniform up, admiring her supple bum intently. She chewed her bottom lip as she massaged it, bravely giving it a playful smack to make the woman gasp. She looked up and saw her giggle, looking down expectantly wiggling her bum in her face. Max spread her cheeks apart and licked her lips, taking a deep breath before plunging into her anus with her tongue. The purr the waitress let our made Max incredibly aroused.
She ate the woman’s ass for almost a minute, her tongue delving as deep as she could until the redhead was weak at the knees, her moans turning to pants as she dug her nails into the wood. Max clung to the woman’s thighs, reaching underneath to tease her dripping pussy which made her pine for more. She kept her face planted between her cheeks before stopping abruptly, listening to her whines as her butt shot out craving her tongue. She smacked it again, grinning devilishly blowing a teasing raspberry into her ass before climbing back to her feet.
The waitress looked back over her shoulder desperately as Max put her arms around her, kissing her neck and cheek ignoring her whines as she unbuttoned the rest of her uniform. She undid the small belt around her waist, pulling open the front of her uniform revealing her lace bra holding her breasts which she grabbed with both hands. The woman moaned, twisting her neck to grab Max by the hair and pull her into a powerful kiss, horny and needy as the Blackwell student toyed with her. Max played with her tits, lifting the bra above them to fiddle with her erect nipples which made her moan into her kiss, encore reaching down with one hand to slip it between her legs. The woman looked down briefly as Max plunged her fingers into her pussy, her spine arcing against Max’s chest as she screamed in desire, her hand clamping to her mouth muffling the cry. Max seized the opening to nibble on her earlobe, fingering the waitress furiously as she pulled and twisted her nipple. The waitress clung to her arms as she slumped against the door, panting and moaning as her hips jerked against her palm. Her knees were shaking and her heart was racing and soon she was convulsing in a powerful orgasm brought out by the skilled young brunette. She cried out loudly in climax, unable to stop herself and most likely alerting the whole diner to her orgasm. Max rode her through it before prying her fingers free, holding the woman against her body as she collapsed into her embrace. She brought her fingers up and they both admired the slick juices coating them. Max licked up one finger before offering the other to her lover, who eagerly sucked it clean before she tilted her head back to share, their tongues swirling around each other.
When the kiss finished Max released the waitress and watched her spin around to face her, her chest heaving heavily, her bra askew across her chest. Their eyes met again as Max gave her a sheepish blush. The waitress smirked, impressed. When they caught their breath they looked at each other questioningly, both still aroused and ready. The waitress didn’t say anything as she stepped forward, running her hands over the grey jacket Max was still wearing before shoving it off her shoulders, staring into Max’s lustful eyes as it fell onto the dirty toilet floor.
Minutes later the diner got to listen to the two lesbians moaning loudly as they humped each other on the floor, grinding their pussies together scissoring each other’s legs. By this point they were so engrossed in their pleasure they stopped caring how much noise they made. Max tried covering her mouth but her hands were busy gripping the waitress’s thigh pressing her pussy against hers, moaning uncontrollably. Her jeans were discarded now, her panties hooked over her ankle, her T-shirt pushed over her bra where one of her nipples poked out from under the cotton fabric. The waitress was still in her uniform, though it hung from her elbows by a thread, her crooked bra hanging from her shoulders with her tits on display, her panties twisted around her right thigh. They were both coated with sweat and smudged with hints of grime picked up from the floor, but they didn’t care as they stared at each other desperately grinding seeking the finale they both craved. It took another minute of humping and moaning but when the orgasms came they rode it to completion, their voices peaking as they screamed in pleasure, her toes curling before climaxing simultaneously. The explosion rocked the toilet and possibly startled the residents outside.
They both sat slumped on the floor for a long moment in the aftermath, their breathing labored enjoying the buzz of bliss. The waitress recovered first, reaching across to grab Max by the arms and pull the limp girl up into a passionate kiss, pulling their bodies together sharing their pleasure and their fluids. When Max managed to regain her senses she felt a little ashamed with herself, but the waitress wasn’t as she casually pulled her uniform back on and fixed her bra. As an afterthought she took Max’s arm and pulled a ballpoint pen out of her breast pocket, carefully writing a series of numbers on the inside of the brunettes forearm. Max looked at it carefully and realized it was a phone number. “If case you ever want to do this again, somewhere less filthy” the waitress whispered, pecking Max on the lips before climbing to her feet. Max watched her get dressed and clean herself up at the sink, climbing onto the toilet to pull her underwear back on before the young woman walked towards the door. She paused at the exit after unlocking it, casting a final glance at Max over her shoulder blowing her a kiss before disappearing back to her job.
Max put her clothes back on and washed her face at the sink, looking at her reflection seeing a satisfied smirk on her lips. Chloe was going to love this story when she told her she thought. Chloe! Shit! She looked at her watch and realized she’d been in here too long. Damnit she thought. Chloe was going to be mad if she hadn’t left already. She knew what she had to do, but she hesitated as she raised her hand. She looked at the phone number and reluctantly bid farewell to a second date as she pushed the timeline back to before she alerted the waitress into interrupting her.
She stepped out of the diner a couple of minutes after she went in, straightening her shirt and jacket checking her bag before walking out of the toilet into the open space. She saw the waitress she’d just had sex with behind the counter flashing her a polite smile as she stepped around carrying a pot of coffee for the visitors. Max politely smiled back, sad that their time together had to be erased. The two women passed each other as Max walked towards the exit, their hands briefly brushing as they crossed paths.
For a split second there was a spark of recognition as the waitress glanced to the side, a flash of memory shooting through her mind. But then it was gone and she continued with her day feeling an odd sense of dejavu.
Max paused at the exit to look over her shoulder, one last wistful look at the woman’s number on her arm before she stepped outside to take in the warm air. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the honking of Chloe’s truck, letting out a breath of relief as she ran to catch up with her girlfriend.
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