The bathroom door was not closed completely—it never closed well. The moaning became even louder, and as he peeked through the crack of the door, finally he no longer had to wish that Lala’s blouse would burst open.
Lala was kneeling naked on the floor, caressing her own breast, while she lapped like a delicate kitten at Deborah’s clit. Deborah sat on the toilet, pulling Lala’s head closer to her.
‘You think this is going to make up for pushing your tits in that customer’s face?’ Deborah asked Lala, pulling her head back by her hair and undoing Lala’s messy bun. Lala’s hair fell over her shoulders.
‘Oh Debbie, I was just pouring him coffee…I was not even thinking about anything else. And Jonah is nice…’
‘Jonah?’
Jonah froze in his tracks like a deer caught in the highlights and he heard his name and saw that Deborah was now looking directly at him, her mouth jarred open.
‘Well he comes here all the time and I talk to him. He is a writer and very nice. I can be nice to people. Besides you know I like what you’ve got…’
Deborah smiled like the Cheshire cat, as she and Jonah realized that Lala did not realize that Deborah was exposing him when she called his name. All Jonah could see were Lala’s curves slide up and down between Deborah’s legs.
He had never spent much time imagining Deborah undressed before, but here she was with her pants pulled down and her legs spread as wide as she could. Her body arched up as she bucked up against Lala’s face, her own full breasts bobbing with her movement.
Jonah wanted to move away but he could not. It was a fantasy he hadn’t get imagined, yet now it was playing out in front of him.
Deborah held his gaze as she continued arching up and down. He watched Lala’s long hair sway back and forth, almost touching the tips of her heels when she threw her head back.