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He waved her down, requesting another drink from the pretty bartender. He had lost track of time, but Angel didn't care. It was his first day off in over a year, and he was off for a glorious two weeks.

Angel was a regular at the Station - the only bar in the small train town - but he hardly recognized anyone on the busy Friday. "Fucking tourists." He thought as a group of 30-somethings walked in.

Angel should have been thrilled to see new faces in the bar, it meant more money for the town, but tourists were the worst. They came, made a mess, and left without a single care for the locals.

That was when she walked in. The room went quiet and the world stopped, just long enough to take Angel's breath away. "Fucking tourists" he said - this time with a smile. Standing, Angel downed the rest of his drink and walked over to the brunette.

"Hi. I'm Angel. I'm not usually this forward, but-"

"Yes you are." Chrissy, the bartender, interjected while passing by.

"Okay, I AM often this forward, BUT I also think you're gorgeous. Want to have a drink with me?"

The woman smiled politely at Angel amd walked away without a single word spoken.

"Ooooookay. I guess it's a no then." Angel sulked back to his stool, his ego a little bruised, but no worse for wear.

Chrissy gave him a look of amusement. "Don't start with me, Chrissy, that was embarrassing." Angel complained.

Chrissy laughed as she set another drink in front of Angel. He watched as she poured a glass of wine and brought it to the brunette, who was now sitting at the other end of the bar.

Groups of people came and went, but both Angel and Monica (as Angel came to learn her name) chatted with Chrissy, the three of them keeping each other company.

It was closing time - there wete a few stragglers but the trio hardly noticed. They had been deep in a conversation about conspiracy theories. "NO! There is no way they believe that!" Monica snorted. She had changed stools and was now sitting next to Angel.

After the last patron left, Chrissy locked the door and turned to her new friends. "I gotta lock up, but do you want to continue this at my place? I have plenty more to drink, and I live just down the road."

While Monica quickly agreed, Angel hesitated, worried about making Monica uncomfortable after their initial meeting. She looked at him, her smile expressing her barely contained excitement.

They walked to Chrissy's. Once they were there drinks were passed around as they settled in the kitchen.

Laughter filled the room as they talked and drank. Chrissy threw her arms around Monica and pulled her in for a hug. Monica dramatically spun Chrissy around, her feet coming off the floor. When Chrissy was set back down Monica kissed her on the lips, letting it linger before moving back.

Before she could get too far Chrissy pulled her back in, their lips locking. They simultaneously melted into the kiss, their mouths opened, their tongues exploring each other. Chrissy's hands roamed over Monica's body. The kiss slow, each touch intentional.

Monica broke the kiss. She turned to Angel and pulled him to them by his belt buckle. She turned back to Chrissy and began leaving a trail of kisses over her collar bone down to her chest. Angel lifted Chrissy's top over her head, giving Monica a full view of Chrissy's perfect tits.

Monica sucked in Chrissy's nipple into her mouth, while Chrissy kissed Angel passionately.

Angel cupped Chrissy's breast. She squirmed under both persons' touch. Monica smiled, looking down at Angel's crotch. She got on her knees as Angel continued to tease Chrissy.

She undid his trousers, his cock was set free and Monica couldn't help but gasp at its size - in length and girth. She cupped his balls and took him into her mouth. She happily licked and sucked his member as she watched him help Chrissy out of her pants and onto the counter.

Chrissy laid on her back and Angel positioned his face between her legs. He ate greedily, like a man starved for months.

Monica stood, removing her and Angel's clothes. She too got onto the counter, but instead of laying down, she straddled Chrissy's face. Monica rocked back and forth on Chrissy's tongue and Chrissy lapped at the pussy, working a finger in.

Angel, not wanting to miss the show, quickly stood and thrust his dick into Chrissy's wet hole.

Monica bent toward Angel, the two kissing while working Chrissy's pussy and mouth.

Watching Chrissy fit a second finger into Monica was getting too much for Angel. He took his cock out of her and slowly pushed it into her ass, splitting her wide open. A small muffled cry was heard between Monica's thighs. He was able to push all the way to the hilt - she was so tight. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.

The look on Monica's face told him it wouldn't be long for her either.

With a final full thrust, he came inside of her. Her tight ass contracting around his cock, his seed spilling out of her. He worked her pussy with his hand, two fingers massaging her g-spot and his thumb working her clit in circles.

Chrissy squirted all over Angel, clamping her mouth down on Monica's clit while she shoved three fingers in and out of her. Chrissy pressed her thumb to Monica's asshole. The sensation was too much, Monica couldn't contain it anymore. She let out a scream as she came all over Chrissy's face.

Eventually the trio made their way to the shower, then back to Chrissy's bedroom.

"Fucking tourists." Angel smiled to himself.