Industrious little Sarah took a job at the Sit-N-Sip Inn, a cocktail lounge on the less populous end of Main Street in downtown Lapeer Michigan. Soon school would be out for the summer but for now it was school, study and work for sexy little and innocent Sarah. Hiring Sarah was the best move that Dirty Doug Garnet, the owner of the Sit-N-Sip Inn ever made. Although too young to serve alcohol, her bending over the ice chest and filling empty glasses with frozen water for veteran bartender Jimbo “Jinx” Rockney was doing wonders for business.
Sarah was a dirty blonde with pigtails and shorts so short you could taste her pudendum from the jukebox side of the bar. On the jukebox at the Sit-N-Sip Inn by the way were songs like this: [https://youtu.be/4N3iVHxP8FQ](https://youtu.be/4N3iVHxP8FQ) and in Dirty Doug Garnets bar there was never any confusion among the patrons as to which restroom to use. God, if only the rest of the country could be so obliging. Clever little Sarah deliberately perked her ass up high while bent over that ice chest so as to present the illusion of a wanting and waiting vulva. Old men with no teeth were suddenly staying out way past their bedtimes and congratulating Dirty Doug on his latest acquisition. When did you ever hear of the “Ice girl” bringing home more in tips than the bartender? Jinx no less.
Every now and then Sarah would pick her bunched up panties from her ass with her daintily poised thumb and index fingers. You could hear them snap against her pussy as she let them go once she dug them out. The crowd would go wild and immediately ask for a lemon twist in their drinks. Even if they were drinking the house tap beer. Go figure. Sarah would walk to each patron and with a daintily poised thumb and index finger administer a twist of lemon to each drink on the bar—again to much cheering and adulation.
Chapter IV
John’s working in the days meant that they never saw each other during the week but that didn’t stop his industrious little Sarah from having her way with him. When she got home from work around 1:30 am she would quietly enter his bedroom and masturbate at the foot of his bed while he slept—biting her lower lip so not to make noise and wake him.
In the morning John would awaken to a fermented and dried but now beautiful smelling pair of Sarah’s delicately soiled under things next to his nose on his pillow. John, compelled by five billion years of evolution would masturbate to relieve the searching feeling nature prodded him with, which was triggered by the smell of the soiled under garments no doubt. He would hold them to his nose, the smelly part, and jerk himself off, often making uncontrollable huffing noises. Once orgasmed and feeling relief he could go to work. Sometimes he’d cum on the soft cotton panel of the panties and then put them on Sarah’s pillow for her. Sarah would—first thing in the morning put them on and wear them to school—still wet.
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