The coffee girl's back was smooth to the touch of my fingertips. I pulled the brastrap together, and then apart, and slowly slid the bra out from between the two girls, depositing it, too, on the handy countertop. Now, at least one of us was naked.

It looked as if the barrista would deal with Molly's bodystocking; it would be easier that way. So I myself dealt with one more matter at hand, and took a step back, kicked off my shoes, and then my socks, followed by my trousers and my underwear. That left only Molly, and perhaps the poet. And anybody else who came in.

Stepping back to where I'd been, I pressed the length of my hard, naked cock between the barrista's asscheeks, and reached around to press my hands between her and Molly, to cup her breasts in my palms, pulling her closer to me. We were barely getting started.