Tifa was in hell right now. The bar was back into the swing of things after the cavalcade of drama that had interrupted proceedings not even an hour ago. Tifa had served a lot of people since opening up 7th Heaven, but she never expected having the General as a guest, let alone royalty. Aya seemed to attract strange people no matter where she went.
In spite of the evening’s events (including having a war criminal skulking about underground), what was really bothering the proprietress was the private room on the second floor. Tifa glanced up at the room Aya had commandeered. There was no way she and that Sephiroth guy weren’t going at it right now.
“Aya, please don’t make me sterilize the upholstery.” Tifa sighed. It wasn’t just the thought of having to scrub every inch of that room, but that it reminded her of being interrupted.
She was so goddamned horny right now. Maybe it was something in the air, but Tifa could not help the fact that her underwear (a white g-string she picked out from the lingerie shop earlier in the day) was close to soaked through. Up top was little better with her nipples pressing against her sports bra. Primals, she felt like a shameless slut, a bitch in heat.
Her solace was that she wasn’t the only one. Lightning and Jessie had been flirting up a storm with the three newbies, the pink-skinned babe flaunting those bubblegum knockers at every chance while the piscine soldier made it very clear she had no underwear on without fully showing the goods. No doubt in Tifa’s mind they would get a nice, hard dicking before the night was even half over.
“Alright, back from all that.” Zack strolled into the bar, Aerith following shortly behind him. “Give me a pint, Tifa.”
“Coming up.” She pulled the tap, only to realize the thing had gone dry. However, it gave her the perfect alibi. “Cloud, we need another keg.”
“Alright, give me—” She took him by the arm, pulling him into the backroom and quickly locking the door. “Oh.”
“We left things…unfinished.” She purred, sensually pulling her suspenders off.
She loved how Cloud could only stare as she stripped down, that black skirt of hers slowly peeling off her delicious hips to reveal her drenched g-string. She hooked the straps around her thumbs, sliding them back and forth before she pulled it down and kicked it away.
He couldn’t resist, helping pull up her shirt and bra so those amazing breasts of hers were exposed. He thumbed her painfully hard nipples while groping her ass. She directed him to a nearby box so he could sit and she nuzzled his tool in her cleavage.
“Ah!” Primals, this was what every customer dreamed of!
“Mmm, so hard.” She said as she massaged him with her tits. Her firm fuck pillows enveloped him while her mouth suckled the tip.
Tifa never expected to be so eager when she had gotten this far, but that was years of repression for you. It was like a flood had been unleashed and it would take a lot of rounds of passionate lovemaking to finally dam it back up. Though she wasn’t sure she wanted it to.
She gave her lover one last kiss before pulling out a condom from her discarded skirt. She sheathed him in it with her mouth and straddled him.
“Man, Tifa, what’s gotten into you?” Not that Cloud was complaining.
“It’s your fault for being such a lunkhead.” She gasped as she descended onto him. “You have to take responsibility for making a girl wait this long.”
“Fine by me.” He said before claiming her lips. Whether from overeagerness or Tifa clenching stronger than usual, it didn’t take him long to fill up the condom she had wrapped him in. Luckily for him, she had brought spares.
Sat Mar 28 22:45:53 2020