Lincoln Loud was utterly exhausted, and after a long day at high-school the only thing he was looking forward to was a strawberry milkshake at his favorite locally owned dinner...
One of the benefits of being the eldest, Lincoln now had his own car and the ability to go wherever he wanted. This would be Lincoln's final year at Royal Woods High School, and he honestly couldn't wait to graduate.
Lincoln parked his Yellow jetta and turned the key, taking it from the ignition. Looking at his rear view mirror, Lincoln winced seeing a days worth of stuble. Guess he forgot to shave this morning.
Slamming the door shut, Lincoln stopped to stretch. By the time he was fifteen, he had shot up considerably and stood nearly six feet tall. Now he towered over all of his sisters, with the exception of Luan.
He wasn't nearly as shrimpy either; Lincoln had a lean frame with a decent amount of muscle built up from training with Lynn Jr. This was something Lincoln took a good deal of pride in.
Lincoln sauntered into the diner, admiring the vintage fifties décor and ambiance. The floor was white, while the walls sported a red and black checkered pattern. Booth seating areas offered good-sized accommodations, as well as a few bar tables with stools.
Lincoln walks over to the hosts area to wait to be seated, just as he comes into view a cute red head popped out from around the corner looking flustered.
" I'll seat you in one minute"!
Lincoln nodded unconcernedly; most of his sisters had horror stories from their time as wait staff, so he tried to remain as calm as possible.
The red head whizzed back and forth several times carrying several stacks of plates, bowls and cutlery.
She was average in height, probably only coming up to Lincoln's shoulders. Her waitress uniform was a form-fitting button-up blouse that hugged her modest breasts. A pleated skirt stopped halfway down her creamy thighs. The look was completed with a long pair of white socks and a pair of slip-proof shoes.
She was cute...so far Lincoln hadn't gotten a good look at her face. If it was anything like her body then she was far out of his league.
Lincoln scrolled on his phone until the red head came back into sight.
She had a pleasant yet exhausted smile on her elfin face. Her red hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, with a pair of bangs covering her soft green eyes. She also had a tiny upturned nose and a sprinkling of freckles across her cheekbones.
" Hello sir, I'm sorry for the wait"...
Lincoln felt himself flush slightly, " it's no problem".
" My names Ginger, and I'm going to be taking care of you tonight. Do you want a table or a booth to sit at"?
Ginger gestures to the dinning area, grabbing a menu for Lincoln.
Lincoln answered before thinking, " a booth would be nice"...
Lincoln winced, hoping that he wasn't being any more of a bother; it was probably the end of her shift, and he didn't want to come off as a pain in the ass.
Ginger chuckled, " not a problem sweetheart"...
The red head turned with a sashay and directed Lincoln twords a booth near the back of the dinner, it was partially hidden behind all of the other booths.
For once the dinner was surprisingly empty...maybe there was a baseball game or some other special event going on in town.
Lincoln felt his eyes wandering twords Gingers swaying hips, the skirt moving easily over her tight little ass while revealing more of her upper thighs.
It was hard not to stare, just hoping to catch a glimpse of something a little bit more...
Lincoln slid red faced into his booth while Ginger placed the menu on the table and took out her note pad, " any drinks to start with"?
" Could I get a large strawberry milkshake"? Lincoln asked with a sheepish smile.
Ginger nodded with a smile, " strawberry is my favorite flavor, I'll be back with that shake in a few".
With that said Ginger turned on her heel and twords the kitchen, with her back turned Lincoln openly ogled the red head.
He could see her ass shifting underneath the skirt, was she doing this on purpose...did she know Lincoln was watching her like the dirty dog he was...
Lincoln wasn't sure but from the sudden jolt of his groin it was safe to say little Lincoln was now wide awake. His dick throbbed painfully from underneath his booth, thankfully he wasn't out in the open or his dilemma would be much more obvious.
Never before had he been in such a situation, Lincoln was trying not to panic. He shifted uncomfortable in his seat trying to make his boner disappear.
Ginger walk over with the milkshake in hand, it was in a clear glass mug topped with whipped cream and diced up strawberries. It looked absolutely delicious...not as delicious as Gingers exposed cleavage...
Lincoln's eyes widened noticing the top three buttons were undone on her shirt, allowing him a suggestive peak of her breasts. Her shirt wasn't like that before Lincoln was sure of it...did she do this while in the back hoping that he would notice?
Ginger placed the mug on the table taking care to bend down, giving Lincoln premium view of her breasts. She made eye contact with Lincoln, giving him a suggestive smile, " Will this be all for you...or is there something else you'd desire"?
Lincoln face was beat red, Gingers words went straight to his groin making him impossibly harder.
" I closed the dinner early...it's just you and me here"...
That was all the prompting Lincoln needed, he slid out of the booth and pulled Ginger into his arms. The redhead ground her hips against Lincoln's erection as they traded kisses.
This was by far the best experience Lincoln had ever had. Gingers mouth worked with Lincoln's own hungrily while he slipped his hand into Gingers shirt grabbing at her breasts.
Gingers broke the kiss to moan softly leaning against Lincoln for support, her legs were shaking ever slightly which made Lincoln feel proud knowing she was this affected.
Grinning Lincoln picked up Ginger and placed her on the booth table, pushing his forgotten milkshake to the side.
Gingers reclined on the table red faced with her shirt open exposing her perky orange sized breasts with rose color nipples, her skirt was pushed up to her hips revealing a small heart shaped patch of pubic hair perched right above her glistening pussy lips.
Lincoln's thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, his cock was pressed against the inside of his jeans painfully. She looked absolutely delicious.
Looking back to his milkshake Lincoln used the straw to grab a gob of whipped cream and shake, and he swirled it between Gingers swollen lips.
Ginger moaned and thrusted her hips upwards making Lincoln's mouth water. Dropping to his knees Lincoln dove into Gingers pussy, sucking and licking all of the whipped cream and milkshake away.
" ahhhh...mhhh fuck" Ginger whinned softly tossing her head to the side and cupping the back of Lincoln's head.
Lincoln licked and sucked on her clit before slipping his tounge into her hot little pussy, savoring her original flavor.
Lincoln pulled away and whipped his mouth off, his hands moving carefully to free his cock.
Ginger gasped and whimpered from the lack of stimulation, the redheads eyes widened when Lincoln's cock sprang forward like and angry exclamation point.
Lincoln walked inbetween Gingers open legs, pulling them up to his chest and completely exposing her pussy.
Lincoln nestled his cockhead into her moistend slit, her heat nearly searing him...however Lincoln was not content with just this.
He snapped his hips forward, burying himself deep inside of Ginger. The duo moaned in unison as Lincoln enjoyed how hot and tight she was on the inside, her pussy gripping his cock deliciously.
Lincoln pounded Ginger's pussy rougher, seeking to get as deep inside of the red head as possible. There was a wet sloshing sound accompanied by the sounds of skin slapping skin.
Ginger moaned brokenly tossing her head to the side, her body convulsing tightly around Lincoln's cock sending him over the edge.
Lincoln thrusted deeply burying his cock deep inside of Ginger, cumming harder than he had ever before.
" think I can get that milkshake to go"?