“Wow,” said a sexy disembodied female voice. “A talking hat! How did you guys do that? You guys rock! It’s going to be a fun year!”
OK, she might not be that smart, but with a sexy voice and really hot legs, I expect she will do fine here at UT.
The processing continued, and based on the answers I overheard, I quickly figured out the new members were being split into four groups. Straight, Lesbian, Athletes, and International. I was getting a close-up look at their shoes, boots, and legs, but except for a glimpse of my sister’s panties, my eyes never saw heaven. Rarely did a new member’s knees make it completely under the tablecloth, and even when they did, the legs were either pressed together, crossed over one another, obscured by the tablecloth, or encased in blue jeans.
As more new members checked in and entered the bar, the noise level from that direction rose, and a live band began playing. MK and I were near the door, and the table was the first in its row. More than just new members were coming in through the open door. The lingering heat of a hot Texas summer day followed them in. There was no airflow under the tablecloth, and it was sweltering. Sweat leaked from every one of my pores.
After sending one of the new members back, my sister whispered, “Hey, Squirt. My feet are sweating inside my boots. Can you take them off for me?”
“Sure,” I replied softly. MK lifted one of her feet, and I gripped the boot with both hands, sliding it off her foot. Then I did the other. What smells stronger than leather cowgirl boots? Sweaty cowgirl boots! I had no choice but to breathe in the heavily scented air. I lifted one of MK’s feet and began massaging it. It was slick with the wetness of her sweat. Even in the subdued light, they were the most beautiful feet I had ever seen, in like, forever! I set one foot down and gave a quick massage to the other.
After the next new member left, MK whispered, “I need to shift my legs, Squirt.”
My sister stretched her legs straight out over my shoulders, and slid forward on her chair, trapping my neck deeper and tighter between her thighs. As my sister’s bare feet descended, I spread my knees apart and watched her bare feet settle right on my crotch. She flexed her toes and rubbed her feet against me as if trying to discover what they were resting on.
The heat on the back and sides of my neck got more intense. MK’s thighs and pussy had to be sweating as much as I was. I wriggled my neck and felt the lacy trim of her panties gently rub against me. The band began playing a new song and MK started tapping her feet to the music. And she was tapping them right on my cock! My cock throbbed, it twitched, I fought it, I lost. MK had just given me a quickie foot job! I wondered if she even knew what she had done.
One of MK’s hands slipped behind my neck and began rubbing. With her fingertips pointed towards her, it was not a mystery what she was rubbing. The smell of her sex reached my nostrils. Her thighs started flexing out and back in, and I felt small bucking movements against me. MK was humping my neck! Her thighs tensed for a moment, and I felt wetness against the back of my neck.
After we processed the next new member, MK whispered, “Damn you, Squirt. You made me cream my panties.”
“Me? What did I do?”
“Having you between my legs made me really horny!”
I settled my neck back into position. The smell of my sister’s leaking fluids added to the musky, sweaty, leathery, and erotic odors beneath the table. I wondered if the moisture dripping down my neck was merely sweat.
After the next new member left, my sister put her feet on either side of my hips and quickly pushed herself up from her chair. The tablecloth rippled behind me as MK lifted her thighs, and when everything settled, the creamed red panties were right in front of my face! The strong musky smell was overwhelming in the confined space.
“Slide my panties down my legs, Squirt. Then, lay them out to dry.”
My hands reached up, my fingers searching for the best place to touch her wet panties. Her gusset was a dripping mess, with everywhere else thoroughly soaked with her sweat. Pulling on the thin stretchy bands on the outside of her thighs, I guided her panties over her knees and then lowered them down to her feet. MK lifted both feet at the same time, and her panties were free. It was tempting to bring them to my nose for a quick smell, but why bother? The same pervasive smell already filled every one of my breaths.
As the event wore on, beneath the sweltering table, an odd viscous liquid continued dribbling down my neck and back.
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Rush of the Rushers
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A pair of well-worn cowgirl boots appeared under the table. Since this was unlike the usual brand-new pairs of cowgirl boots, I perked up. The new member announced her name as Emma Davis. But the rest of the quick interview melted into all the others until I heard my sister ask, “You live on a ranch, don’t you?”
“I do. Born and raised. I’m a bit of a wild and free spirit and I love to ride horses. Say, who’s that guy I saw you walk in with?”
“His name is Colt. He’s a freshman this year.”
“I know a fair bit about breaking colts. He’s cute. Kinda handsome and rugged-looking at the same time. Where’d he git off to?”
“Oh, I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him since we walked in. Maybe he’ll turn up underfoot sometime tonight.”
I smirked at her pun, but this cowgirl sounded interesting.
“Do you know anything about his oral skills? Most guys aren’t very good at it.”
“I know what you mean,” laughed my sister. “It’s up to us to train them! Anyway, I’ve heard rumors he’s a skilled linguist if you catch my drift.”
“In that case, can you give a good word for me? I’d love to hook up with him sometime.”
I heard papers shuffling on the table, and a moment later, MK said, “Here’s his name and phone number.”
“Thanks,” said the cowgirl.
MK squeezed her thighs three times. Straight.
After the new member left, MK whispered. “She’s a mighty pretty redhead, Squirt, and she’s straight. You’re gonna owe me for this.”
Then, in a louder voice, MK said, “Next!”
I lost track of numbers and time. It felt like I had spent the entire evening inside a hot sweltering box, into which cowgirl boots were being inserted.
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Ice Cold Beer
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At last, my sister whispered, “That’s it for tonight, Squirt. They’ll be closing the doors now, so the A/C might be able to start catching up a bit.”
“Thank goodness. It’s dang hot under here, MK.”
“Stay under there for now, Squirt. I’ll be back for you when it’s safe to come out. Hand me my boots and I’ll bring you a beer.”
About five minutes later, MK sat down again, putting a plastic cup of beer under the tablecloth.
“It’s the real stuff, Squirt.”
“There’s lipstick on the rim,” I complained.
“The bartender made me take a sip so I wouldn’t pass it along to someone underage, like you. Hope you don’t mind. I’ve got to run some events, but I’ll be back.”
I rotated the cup so the lipstick would be on the opposite rim, and took a sip. Damn, it tasted good. Hot Texas summer nights and ice-cold beer. Now I know why the combination is so popular. My mind drifted back to when MK put on her pink T-shirt. She was so fucking hot! I had spent the past hour with my head between her legs, even if pointed in the wrong direction. I looked at the lipstick again and wondered what it would be like to kiss someone as hot as my sister in a sexual way. I rotated the cup around and put my lips where MK’s had just been.
I was in the show choir in high school, and I acted in a couple of school plays, so I knew how to visualize myself in various roles. I saw MK smile as I walked up to her. I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace. Her breasts pressed against me. “Kiss me like you mean it”, she said. Her head tilted to the right. No, make that to the left. MK closed her eyes as our lips met. But my eyes remained open. I watched our lips come together. I looked closely at her flawless face, her eyelashes, and the freckles on her nose. I flicked my tongue across her lips. And I imagined my cock erupting inside my pants. It was great!
I looked at the cup of beer, and MK’s lipstick was gone. Dreading what I would find, I glanced down and saw the wet spot on the front of my shorts had gotten larger!
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Two Pair Beats My Hand
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From the main part of the Cantina, I heard the band get people up for line dancing. Closer to my table, I heard small groups talking, their conversations melting together. I picked out a few words every now and then. Through the translucent tablecloth, I saw shadowy images moving past. It sounded like the ladies’ restroom was close to the exit, which meant only one thing. There would be a steady stream of women passing by all night, keeping me trapped under the table. I nursed my beer, hoping to stretch out the precious fluid.
When the band took a break, excited shouts and laughter drifted my way, as everyone else was having fun playing games and contests. Closer to my table were the sounds of shuffling boots, clattering heels, and the crunching of dropped peanut shells on the floor being stepped on.
During a lull, I wondered if I could sneak out without MK’s help. I lifted the bottom hem of the tablecloth. Two new members were walking right towards my table! Neither one was MK! I heard the scrape of both chairs and feared the worst. A moment later, two pairs of shapely legs entered my domain. I scrunched myself into the center of the table to avoid detection, managing to knock over my beer as I did so.
report “They should have put out more chairs tonight. After that hot dance floor, I’ve got to sit for a while.”
“I heard one of the sisters say every one of the new members showed up tonight. Maybe they weren’t expecting such a good turnout.”
“You were a terror on the dance floor tonight.”
“First impressions are lasting impressions. Tonight is the first real chance to meet our new sisters.”
A moment later, the cowgirl on the guest chair crossed her legs, forcing me to contort my body. A bone white boot dangled mere inches from my face, and I could feel heat radiating from it. From the stitching on the toe, it looked like a Tecovas. The boot brought with it a faint, but erotic smell of perfume, along with the intense smell of sweaty leather.
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