"Urgh!" Marin Kitagawa grunted hard and loud. "Urgh!" She did it again, feeling how her muscles stretched. Why did I have to be so stubborn to get all of it at once? She pondered, looking at the swinging bags she could barely hold in her hands.
Step by step though, she managed to carry the heavy trash bags all the way to the back door which she opened with a foot. This was the end of her afternoon shift at the Maid Cafe she was working at, and it was already dark outside, making the full moon clearly visible in the black sky. Stepping out from the warm interior to the cool exterior made the blonde shiver, especially given the short skirt and sleeves of her working uniform, but she barely noticed it. As a cosplayer, she was accustomed to wearing too little or too much for the weather.
After she put the bags in the huge trash can, Marin allowed herself to wipe the sweat from her forehead and was about to get back in when suddenly a shadow appeared and pushed her behind the dumpster. For a moment she was terrified, but all fear disappeared when she looked at her "attacker". It was a woman, and she was gorgeous! Her beautiful, triangular face hosted big red eyes and was framed in black hair; black was also her sleeveless dress and high boots. Even though she was now pushing Marin against the building and one of her hands covered the blonde's mouth, there was no hostility in her expression. Quite the contrary, she looked worried, and when she put a finger on her lips, Marin followed her instruction to be quiet without any doubts or delay.
"Come on, she couldn't get far!" The waitress suddenly heard the voice coming from the main street. "That woman would know better to not cross Triada again when we'll get her!" Luckily, the men must have either not noticed the back alley or found it uninteresting, because soon the sound of their receding steps completely disappeared.
"Sumimasen!" As soon as it happened, the woman let Marin go and after taking a few steps back, bowed deeply. "I was on the run, chased by very bad people. When I turned into this alley, I didn't know someone was there. I had to grab and hide you because I don't know what they'd do if they saw you."
"O-O-OK," Marin answered, not without difficulties. The situation was indeed stressful, but she was even more captivated by her savior's beauty - that was the prettiest woman she'd ever seen! And that was telling much given many amazingly beautiful cosplayers the blonde knew (and, well - she was one of them!). But before she could say anything else, the woman turned back and ran away.
When Marin got home, she couldn't sleep. Not until her fingers left her damp pants many hours later.
"Outing, outing, outing!" Anya half-singed, as always when the Forger family was leaving their apartment together. Loid, Yor, and their adoptive daughter all had a free day and they decided to go for a walk. Except for Anya though, they were pretty quiet, Yor especially. She just couldn't look her fake husband in the eyes - not after what she spent half the night doing. Not the half she spent fighting Triada as Thorn Princess. The half she spent in her room with her hand in her pants.
"Anya's hungry," the little girl suddenly said.
"Oh, I see," Loid answered. "How about we go to the Maid Cafe here? That sounds like fun." Hearing no objections, he walked his fake wife and kid to the establishment he was pointing at. Yor, deep in her thoughts, didn't even notice what was the building they went into.
The interior indeed looked fun. The dominant colors were pink and white, and there were pictures and drawings of cats everywhere. A nice girl in a maid outfit with cat ears walked the Forgers to a table and gave them the menu, promising that their service would be there soon. And indeed, not long afterward they already heard a cheerful voice.
"Ohayō! My name is Marin and I'll be serving you today. May I take your orders?"
Yor was sitting back to the source of the voice, so she turned around to face it... and froze. It was her, the girl from yesterday! Now, in the full light, she looked even prettier than yesterday. Big pink eyes shined in a triangular face, and her long blonde hair with pink tips was tied into twin ponytails, making her look incredibly cute. Her sleeveless short dress emphasized her perfect figure, especially her long legs and prominent breasts.
Marin froze as well, seeing the mysterious woman from yesterday sitting right before her. Her clothes, her hair, even her posture were completely different than when she saw her last time, but there was no mistake - it was her! She was wearing completely ordinary clothes - the red sweater with bare back and black leggings - but they weren't able to hide her voluptuous body, from big boobs to round ass. Maybe if Marin weren't a cosplayer she wouldn't recognize her, but thanks to her hobby her perception was really sharp when it comes to recognizing people in and out of costumes.
"We'll have the family set please," the man said, pointing at the menu.
"Anya wants peanuts!" The child cuts in.
"Anya, what a lovely name!" Marin responded. "You're such a kawaii girl! As kawaii as your mom," she added in a burst of bravery, glancing at the older woman. Did she blush hearing it? Marin wasn't sure.
"Certainly! But, Yor isn't her biological mother, so she didn't take it from her."
"Oh!" Marin squealed a little but quickly regained her cool - at least when it came to Anya and Loid. "Don't worry, Anya-chan, our family set includes peanut butter sandwiches. I'll be right back with them!"
The Forger family's meal was the toughest time for Marin. Serving them, she felt hot all the time, but she couldn't stop herself from glancing at Yor every time she could. The woman was just too pretty! Marin never felt anything like that - she wanted to see her, touch her, kiss her... and more! With Gojo, she felt the love and excitement, but it was like a faint flame compared to a wildfire she felt now. Only with the strongest will she could stay professional in front of the Forgers, or rather one of them.
Unknown to her, very similar thoughts were going through Yor's head. The images of the two of them together, doing things - naughty things! - to each other didn't leave her brain even for a moment. What they could do in the back alley yesterday, or in a then-closed cafe, or in one of Thorn Princess' hideouts... Feeling dizzy, she excused herself after Loid paid the bill and told her fake family to go home without her, as she would need to use a toilet and didn't want to slow them down. She indeed went to a restroom and splashed her face with cold water; she planned to leave the cafe next and do some assassin work to clear her mind.
Marin missed a moment when Loid and Anya left the cafe. She felt disappointed when she returned and saw their table empty, as she wanted to steal one final glance at Yor. Shrugging and shaking her head to sway all naughty thoughts away, she decided to go to the clients' restroom and clean it a bit. Without giving it much thought she opened a door, went in... and froze again.
Yor also froze seeing Marin in the mirror, wet hands inches away from the assassin's face. And this time they were both not only alone and safe, but also after an hour or so of experiencing the rising horniness. Feeling her muscles heavy, the older woman straightened up and turned toward the waitress.
"I never thanked you for taking care of me yesterday." Marin was the first to break the silence.
"I never thanked you for taking care of me today," Yor replied... and then they both practically ran into each other arms when the walls they carefully built around their lust crumbled when they heard each other's voices.
They met each other halfway through, throwing themselves in each other's arms. Their bodies collided with a quiet thud when they pulled each other into a heated kiss. Their lips pressed together and tongues darted forward without any shame or preface when the full French make-out session blossomed with passion they had never before shown to anyone. They could barely breathe, panting into each other's mouths, but didn't let go as if they needed that kiss to live.
Finally, Yor reached under Marin's ass and lifted her into the air, making the younger girl squeal in surprise, but not breaking the kiss. For a moment, the assassin just held her in the middle of the restroom until she carried her to the wall and pushed the blonde against it, continuing to attack her mouth with her lips and tongue. Then, Marin's long legs embraced Yor's sexy form and closed around the small of her back, together with her hands on the older woman's scalp pulling her further into the kiss.
The kiss continued against the wall, the quiet sounds of smacking lips, moans, and pants bounced against the tiled walls, returning to lustful women much louder than escaping them. Maybe inspired by them, Yor pulled Marin out of the wall and carried her further into the restroom, finally perching her ass onto the counter which hosted bathroom sinks. The younger girl felt the water sinking into her uniform but that held no importance for her - the only thing she cared about was a sexy woman she was making out with.
Not needing to keep Marin in the air anymore, Yor could do other things with her hands and they quickly crept down on Marin's sexy body until they reached the hem of her dress and pulled it higher, revealing more of the blonde's shapeful legs.
"Yes, please, Yor-sama, touch me there," Marin panted, sensing where Yor's hands were going. "I want it so bad!"
Hearing Marin's practically begging, Yor couldn't deny her for even a second. She put both of her hands under the younger girl's uniform and with one of them pulled her panties aside. A moment later two of her fingers sneaked into Marin's drenched pussy and began working her vulnerable flesh.
"Oh, yes, yes," Marin moaned. "It's how I imagined it, just how I imagined!"
Yor blushed at the comment. So she wasn't the only one who spent the night fantasizing about the girl she met yesterday! It had raised the assassin's excitement even more and she began working the younger girl's pussy with even more fervor. She scissored her fingers inside the cute cosplayer's pussy, prompting more sexy moans from her.
But Marin didn't stay passive. Reaching, she pulled on Yor's sweater and took it off as much as the older woman's hands on her pussy allowed, leaving it tangled around her arms but also revealing more of the assassin's toned body. The cosplayer then leaned in and attacked the older woman's neck with her mouth. Kissing and licking all over it, and sucking around her jugular, she stimulated the vulnerable nerves, prompting Yor to close her eyes in pleasure. At the same time, her hand sneaked under the brunette's simple black bra and massaged and kneaded the soft flesh of her boob.
However Marin's actions were pleasurable, it was nothing compared to the bliss the cosplayer herself felt as Thorn Princess was giving pleasure with the same skills as she was taking lives. Yor's fingers steadily pumped in and out of Marin's pussy, every time at different angles, making the stimulation fresh and exciting. One of the blonde's hands latched onto Yor's wrist, silently begging her to not stop, but the older woman had no such intention at all. Instead, she was screwing Marin's pussy relentlessly, pulling and pushing her fingers out and in, coating them with the younger girl's love juices, making the movement smoother and quicker.
"Yes, yes, YES!" Suddenly, Marin moaned louder than before, and even more of her nectar squirted from between her nether lips. "YOR-SAMA!" She screamed her last words when the long-building orgasm finally hit her. Involuntarily she threw her head backward when her muscles tensed while her nerves flared with bliss greater than she'd ever experienced before.
After several seconds filled with Marin's gasping for air in post-orgasmic bliss, Yor finally pulled her fingers out of the younger girl's pussy. Feeling more perverted than ever, she put her hand close to her face intending to lick her fingers clean of Marin's juices, but the cosplayer stopped her... but only to put one of the assassin's fingers into her own mouth, tasting her own nectar. Smiling, Yor tended to the other finger, and for a moment both women sucked on the older one's digits until their lips met for another kiss.
"My turn!" Marin said with excitement, jumping off the corner and steering Yor toward one of the bathroom stalls. Pulling her into the kiss, she opened the door with a foot and dragged the older woman inside until her back hit the wall. Then, breaking the kiss, she slid along it until she sat on the floor, hungrily looking at Yor from below.
"Give me your pussy, Yor-sama!" She requested with lust in her pink eyes. Yor, who used the quick break to completely ditch off her sweater, didn't even bother with doing the same with her leggings. Instead, she just reached to her crotch and tore the fabric away, revealing her drenched cunt. Standing over the younger girl, she straddled her head and brought her pussy to Marin's lips.
"Lick me, Marin-san," she said unexpectedly softly.
Marin didn't need to be told twice. Extending her tongue, she gave Yor's pussy a few long licks, for the first time tasting another woman's juices. She liked it, loved it even, so she continued, lapping everywhere she could reach, coating her tongue and lips in the sweet nectar of Yor's passion. The assassin's legs bent under the pleasure, further pushing her pussy into Marin's greedy mouth.
"Oh, oh, oh," the brunette moaned, feeling the younger girl's excited tongue on her drenched folds, her youthful energy allowing her to flick her tongue relentlessly. "Oh yes," she panted, placing one of her feet on a toilet seat for better access while steadying herself against the tiled surface.
And steadiness was something she for sure needed, as Marin didn't plan to stop her ministrations anytime soon. Her tongue worked constantly, licking all over Yor's drenched folds, gathering her juices which were immediately replaced by a new batch. The cosplayer never thought that doing oral to a woman would be such an excessive experience. The taste of love nectar, the smell of drenched pussy, the faint sound of a moaning partner - all of it dominated her senses and made her want even more. She reached onto Yor's round ass and shoved her pussy further into her greedy mouth, at the same time squeezing the firm flesh of the older woman's butt.
Then, having Yor as close to her as she could, Marin stiffed her tongue and pushed it past the older woman's nether lips. Reaching the vulnerable flesh inside, she moved her pink appendix left and right, tasting the totality of the assassin's interior and pushing against her walls, flooding her brain with a new type of bliss. At the same time, she closed her lips over her partner's nether lips and sucked on them, creating a unique mix of various stimulation.
"Ah, Marin-san, your tongue... your lips... are magical," Yor half-said, half-moaned, barely standing on her wobbly legs. Her fingers curled and uncurled, making her fingernails scratch the tiled wall she supported herself against, sweat forming on her hot, excited body. She looked down and she saw Marin's own pink eyes between her widely parted legs, regarding her with hunger when her lips and tongue relentlessly worked on the assassin's womanhood.
And a view of those eyes, full of lust and admiration, was all Yor needed to cum. Her whole body jerked as she felt the orgasm washing through her like a tsunami, filling her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. A long moan escaped her mouth, followed by a series of loud squeaks, when she fought hard to stay on her feet and not fall onto the cute girl under her.
Only after her peak subdued, she bent down to kiss her lover, tasting her own juices on the younger girl's lips and tongue.
"I... I have to get back to work," Marin finally said, although breaking that kiss was one of the hardest things she ever did.
"And I... I have to go back to my family," Yor said back, caressing the blonde cosplayer's pretty face.
Both women helped the other to get on their feet and together they left the stall, checking themselves in the mirror. Their faces were red from pleasure and exertion, their hair in a mess, and their make-up smudged. Luckily they were in the bathroom, so they could at least fix their appearance enough to not look exactly like people who just had the best sex of their lives.
When they left the restroom, Marin walked Yor to the entrance to the Cafe, as a caring waitress should.
"Baibai, Forger-sama," Marin said. "Hope you'll visit us again soon!"
"Oh, for sure!" Yor answered. "You can count on seeing me very soon."