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door and fumbled in her purse for her key card.
“Help me”, she meekly purred. I wasn’t exactly 100% on the sober side. She handed me her purse, and after a few seconds, I found her card. “Let’s go in,” she said. Susan grabbed the key from my hand, swiped it in the lock, and waited for the green light. It blinked. She pushed on the handle, only to bounce off the door when the inner security latch caught. Susan tried to peer into the room, but it was dark. “See if you can see anything”. I tried to peer through the crack and all I saw was the wall in foyer of the room.
I put my ear to the opening. Nothing. Susan got out her cell phone and called Heather. We could not hear the phone ring from inside the room. Then I called Annie’s phone. Her distinct ringtone rocked through the room.
“Now what?” Annie did not pick up. Susan tried calling Heather again. No answer. After a moment we closed the door, and decided to go back to my room, and wait. I quickly found my key. The earlier thoughts of myself and Susan making love were fading, until Susan put her arm around my waist, and stroked my arm. Leave it to Annie to start a mystery, briefly taking my mind off sex! After pushing the key into the slot, the door to the outer room opened, and Susan and I went in.
The outer room was dark, save the bluish glow from the television. Soft music played on the TV, and in the half-lit room, we could see opened clothing boxes strewn across the hide a bed and the couch. Susan ran her hand down my arm, and drew closer. I could feel her, warm, and pliant against me, her perfume surrounding us. She kissed me on my cheek. A little shiver ran down my spine and into my legs. I froze. Susan took her hand from my arm, and tossed off her coat.
The door to the other room was ajar, and we could see a small sliver of light from the bottom of the door. Although my curiosity was high, Susan’s presence distracted me. She was still a little drunk. Susan took my hand, and pulled me close to her, her right hand stroking the inside of my left thigh. Using her left hand she lifted my skirt, a little and drew her lips to mine. By this time my thoughts were on fire for the pleasure of her touch, her kisses, her stroking my thighs; but the light under the door caused me to slowly pull back. I knew that once I kissed her, and surrendered to her touch that we’d be there in the outer room, not knowing what was going on in either Susan’s room, or behind the door in front of us.
Summoning all of the self-control I could muster, I gently touched her left arm, and moved it away from my panties. Her fingers were wet with me, and I could sense her tense against the removal of her fingers from the outside of my panties. I had no idea I’d gotten that wet in the few moments we were close. I reached around her, and gently knocked on the door. I took off my coat. Susan stood behind me, and put her arms around my waist. There was no answer to my knocking. I could hear nothing.
Standing on the spot where Shane and Andrea and Annie had put on the show earlier in the morning, I wondered if Shane and Andrea had come back for another round of fun. But, then, Heather missing, and her room locked from the inside made me wonder what was going on. Slowly, I unlatched the door, and peered in to the bedroom. Since the hallway went past the bathroom, there was little to see but the pale light casting from the bed area, and clothes strewn all over the floor. Gathering some courage, I pushed the door open a little farther. Susan was right behind me.
As I got deeper into the room, I heard a soft moan, and a laugh. Susan and I were now side by side, sneaking through the last few feet of the hallway. At the sight of a foot tied to one of the bedposts, I froze. The dress Heather had on in the pic Annie sent us was on the floor. Next to it was underwear, three bras, and another dress, then the blouse Annie had been trying on! Another low moan came from the bed. Susan tried to go around me, and see what was going on. I stopped her with my arm.
“Do that again!” I heard an unfamiliar voice blurt out.
“OK!” It was Heathers’ voice! Susan and I could not wait. We both peered around the corner. A cute redhead was loosely tied to the 4 poster bed, both arms apart, and one foot was tied to one of the footboards. This was the foot I saw! Heather was kneeling in a sitting position. She had a can of whipped cream in one hand, and a dildo in the other. The little redhead motioned to Heather, who leaned over her, her breasts just above the redhead’s mouth. Alternating breasts, the redhead licked each nipple while Heather sprayed whipped cream on the redheads’ stomach. Heather reached under the redheads’ butt, turned on the vibrator, and slowly began to lick down the redhead’s stomach while she slid the vibrator between the nicely trimmed auburn bush and into the redhead’s pussy. The redhead began to moan again, and Heather slowly removed the vibrator, teasing the redhead with each inch of backing it out. The redhead was gently restrained, and on each movement of the vibrator, she raised her hips, trying to feel each inch of it as it was withdrawn. Soon the whipped cream was licked from the redhead, the vibrator was out, and my underwear was soaked!
Susan and I watched Heather do this slow tease again. This time Heather drank took a small gulp of wine, kissed each nipple, licked down to just above the redhead’s tidy pubic hair, slowly insert the dildo, and then, smearing a little of the redhead’s natural lubrication on her finger, Heather slowly, gently teasingly ran those fingers over the redheads’ clit. The redhead moaned louder now. Heather laughed, leaned over her and kissed her, Heather’s left hand undoing the redheads’ right hand restraint. Then, leaning on her elbow, while kissing the left breast, she untied the other restraint. I was in a state of complete arousal, and shock. HEATHER! HEATHER THE DO GOODER!
The two kissed for what seemed an eternity. Then they sat up next to each other. While Heather ran her fingers through the other woman’s hair, Heather said “Kelly, that was fun, I’d never done something like that before!” Now we knew her name. “When you caught Annie and I making out in the dressing room, I thought we were busted!”
Kelly lowered her left hand to Heathers’ right breast. She stroked it, and kissed Heather. “Well after that you two wanted me to help you pick out dresses! I never thought Annie would get us all drunk and naked in here and then take off!” The two laughed. Heather bounced off the bed.
“Well I’d never been tied up before either!” Heather said.
“Me either,” Kelly replied. “I could not wait to get off work.” Kelly smiled. “I never thought I’d go for a woman in her 40s! Good thing Annie got us so stirred up!”
“I didn’t know what to expect, I was so nervous.” Heather leaned over to Kelly, and kissed her. They both rolled over on to the bed, and began to kiss, deeply.
I had been mesmerized, but Susan had been busy. With Heather and Kelly’s backs to us, Susan had taken off her panties, and unbuttoned her blouse. She was leaning against the wall, stroking herself, keeping an eye on the two women entwined on the bed. As I began back off into the small hallway, Susan fell in behind me, only to put her hand on the back of my skirt, unbuttoning and unzipping it.
I wanted to stop her. I didn’t. Leaving my skirt just a little loose, she moved her hands under it and slowly began to pull down my panties. They were moist, silky against the inside of my thighs, incredibly erotic. When I felt them fall to my ankles, I simply stepped out of them, leaving them in the hallway. Susan pulled by blouse from the skirt, and deftly undid my bra. She ran her supple fingers over my nipples, which were only partially freed from the loosened bra. I felt blood rush to my head and a sudden heat between my thighs and in my stomach. Then Susan kissed me on the neck, flicking her tongue against my earlobe. She reached under my skirt, and slowly slid her fingers into my pussy. My knees buckled a little. We were both still fully clothed, standing in the hallway, where we could hear Heather and Kelly chatting, kissing, exploring each other, and laughing. We had backed far enough into the hallway, into the semi-dark opposite the bathroom that we could not see them, nor they us.
Susan slowly slid her fingers from my pussy, and taking my hand, led us away from the bedroom and into the outer room. Closing the door behind us, she put her finger to her lips. She reached in to the refrigerator, and opened a bottle of wine. We both sat at the bar, our clothes disheveled. We were quiet for the moment, lost in our thoughts, and trying to figure out where we could go to consummate the passion brought on by Heathers’ surprise behavior and our own desires for each other.
Susan, with her athletic and toned figure, beautiful face, and enticing perfume made me want to just reach across the bar, lead her to the couch, and make love to her until we both ran out of cream rum, batteries for toys or energy, whichever came first! It was Susan who spoke first. “I wonder where Annie is.” She paused. “I’m so damn horny.” She reached into the refrigerator, grabbed the bottle of wine, and poured us both another drink.
We stared at each other. I laughed. “Well, sister, our underwear is in the next room, our tits are loose and our pussies want some action. And we have no real place to go, unless we want to do it right here and put on a show for those two, and take the chance Annie will barge in!”
Susan took my hand, “I’ve always wanted you…………..” At that moment I wanted to hold her close, as a friend, hold her close because right now she turned me on more than anything, and hold her close just to be grateful for the fun and the time we’d spent together over the years. I picked up the TV remote, turned it to a slow dance music channel, and gently took Susan’s hand. “Would you care to dance?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied. “But we have to clean up some of this mess or we’ll trip and fall on our asses.” We both laughed. Annie, Heather and the ‘Personal Shopper’ had left clothes, shoes, scarves, boxes, hangars and wine and liquor bottles all over the floor and couch and chairs. Quickly we kicked out a small dance floor, and with the music finally retaking the mood, we stood apart, looking at each other. I kicked off my heels. Then Susan kicked off hers. She took my hand, drew me to her, and we began to dance. Instantly, I felt a sea of warmth engulf me. Her arms reaching around my back melted into me as her head rested on my silky blouse. I could still smell her fragrance, both of her hair and the fading perfume. With our bras gone, and just our blouses on, her breasts caressed my nipples. The sensation was heightened by the feel of the hard nipples through the silk.
I could feel her body’s warmth as she moved with mine. The sensation of wearing no panties under my skirt felt invigorating, sexy, erotic, free. The song slowly came to an end. Before the next song could start, we looked in to the others’ eyes. She gently guided my lips to hers. The song started, we kept kissing. At first we were tentative, kissing lightly. Then, as the song started, and we began to move, we kissed more intently, tongues reaching for the other. I had kissed many men and quite a few women in my time, but this was different. Like a woman she was soft, moist, yielding, but there was a hunger and passion in her that seemed to well up from her innermost self, talking to my tongue and my mind, and my intimate ‘center’. When this kiss finished, she fell almost docile in my arms. After a brief moment, she leaned into me, reached around me, unzipped the rest of my skirt, and waited for it to fall from my waist. When it fell, she leaned in to me, pressed herself in to my body, and kissed me again.
Each sensation was more romantic, erotic, intimate. Dancing semi-nude, my legs and beaver free in the air, while she was still clothed heightened my senses. Each time her skirt swished against my naked legs and pubic hair, I felt a rush of excitement. I could hold back no longer. I reached around her, and unzipped the rest of her skirt. It fell to the floor. The song ended. She stepped back and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse, leaving it loose. Then she unbuttoned mine. I tossed it. I was totally nude now, ready for her. She left he blouse open. The next song started. She held me tight, her skin against mine, supple, muscular, strong. Her breasts caressed mine, and she kissed me again.
“I’ve been waiting a long time for this” she murmured. The song picked up a beat. She took my right hand from her waist and slowly guided it to between her legs. She kissed my left breast, gently licking o the nipple. A wave of pleasure streaked across my chest and up my neck. Slowly, She guided my fingers into her pussy. For some reason, I was reluctant, but the touch of her pussy lips was warm, moist, a combination of pure softness pared against the erectness of her clit. I slowly slid one finger into her pussy, then another. She let out a small moan, stopped dancing, and moved her hands to my shoulders. I slid the two fingers in again. Her knees buckled a little. The second time I slid three fingers in to her pussy. This time it was hot, almost feverish, wet.
I slowly removed my fingers from her pussy. She lowered her left arm from my shoulders, and began to stroke her clit. I desperately wanted to kiss that clit and pussy. We were both still standing in the out room, the TV on, and nowhere to lie down. A new song came on. She turned and put her back in to me, dancing in front of me. She was stroking her clit, slowly, I was about to explode. She began to gyrate against me, letting out small moans. I knew she was going to come soon, and I wanted to make her come. With her butt rubbing against my pubic bone, I move her away from me slightly. Using my right hand, I slowly slid my thumb into her pussy, pressing up against the top of her G spot. She stopped gyrating. I took my other hand, reaching around, began to stroke her clit. Using my thumb like a cock, I slid my thumb in and out of her pussy, like she was being fucked from behind. The fingers on my other hand stroked the clit as if a tongue were on it. She started fucking my thumb while I stroked her clit. Susan stopped moving her pussy back and forth on my thumb. She started moaning, so I stopped stroking her clit, put my hand on her hip and began to vigorously slide my thumb in and out of her pussy, making sure I had the leverage for the maximum pressure on the growing tightness of her pussy right behind her pubic bone. She grabbed on to the back of a chair that was near the bar, tensed, and then she started to moan louder and louder. I could feel my fingers getting wetter and wetter. She started to leak come on my fingers as she bent over, holding the chair. Her tight tits were vibrating as her whole body shook, and then shook again, and she leaned her pussy against me as if she wanted a cock to take the place of my thumb.
“OH MY!” she barked. I could feel my wetness running down my legs. I could see her juices glistening on the carpet. She tensed up again. “OH! OH! OH!” she moaned as she pushed back against my thumb. She started stroking her own clit. She began to shiver, knuckles white as she grabbed the back of the chair. “FUCK ME LILLE, FUCK ME!” She barked again. Another wave of pleasure swarmed over her.
Suddenly, she tensed one more time, jammed her pussy against my thumb and my crotch, and then relaxed. She slid off my thumb, and staggered a moment, holding on to the back of the chair. The chair swiveled, and she sat in it, eyes glazed over, body limp. I moved in between her spread legs, and she wrapped them around my waist. She leaned forward and kissed me, deeply. I could feel her wetness against my stomach, and feel the as yet unspent passion in her embrace and kiss. I stroked her auburn hair, kissed her again, and let my hand wander down to her pussy, which was still soaking wet.
It was at this time I wanted to just possess her, all of her, make love to her, and enjoy every possible part of her, thought of her, and pleasure of her. Susan must have had the same idea. She took my hand, and pulling herself from the chair, she took off her blouse, threw her arms around me, and began to kiss my nipples and breasts. Those warm subtle waves of pleasure rolled across my chest, up my neck, and also down through my stomach and toward my pussy, which began to warm again, and feel moist.
Just as I was losing myself in the warmth, slow burn electrical shocks, and anticipation of Susan’s lovemaking, I looked to my right, and there were Heather and Kelly, standing in the doorway, kissing, and watching us. Susan as of yet had not seen them. Susan continued to kiss my breasts, and neck, each kiss more insistent and passionate. Then, I think, she sensed a change in my demeanor and she withdrew. She loosened her embrace, and just as she was about to turn away from me, and see Heather and Kelly, they had moved in behind her and Heather hugged Susan.
At first, Susan was taken by surprise, a small look of consternation flitted across her face. Heather turned Susan to her and hugged her again. “Thank You” Heather said. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!” Kelly took my hand and drew me close.
“Wonderful”, Kelly said. Susan and I had forgotten about them, and our lovemaking noise must have alerted them to what we were up to. Kelly was soft, fragrant, and young. Seeing Heather naked and in this situation still begged my imagination to settle down. A mom of 4 having sex with a 20 something personal shopper she met this afternoon!!!!!! Kelly’s touch was different, but I was still craving more with Susan. I don’t think they knew Susan and I were just getting started.
The fire died quickly. We were all naked. Clothes and boxes and shoes and coats and bottles were strewn all over the room. Susan, eyes still thin and full of lust wandered over to the bar refrigerator.
“Drinks, anyone?” Susan asked. Once again, I was left madly desiring Susan, but we had, well company. I reached down and picked up my blouse. Susan poured everyone a drink. Heather seemed to be OK just standing there nude, with nothing going on. Kelly took a gin and tonic, and retreated to the bedroom, only to come out wearing a t shirt and no panties.
I had never had the chance to really see Heather naked before. She was, even after 20 years of marriage and 4 kids a sexy woman. Her little blonde bush was neatly trimmed, breasts firm and bouncing when she walked. I just could not put these two together. The prude Heather, and the NEW Heather.
Susan finally asked. “Where is Annie?”
I asked. “And HOW did you two meet?” Heather seemed to get it that I was perplexed. Kelly was somewhat unsure of herself.
“Well,” Heather started out. “Annie and I were shopping at Kelly’s store. We were kind of drunk. Things got away from us in one of the dressing rooms. A patron reported us. Kelly came in to tell us to knock it off. Annie thought she was one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen”
Kelly jumped in; “Annie said she was trying to ‘loosen Heather up’ and suggested I become their ‘personal shopper’ for the afternoon. My shift ended, and the three of us went, well, shopping and drinking”.
“Annie and Heather and I came back here to try on the stuff we bought. In the middle of Heather trying on some sexy underwear, Annie said she would like to ‘tie me down and make love to me”.
Heather took a long drink from her glass. “Well that was when Annie got the idea to do a drinking game with the wine we bought.”
“And before we knew it, I was tied to the bed, we were all naked,” Kelly added. “Then the next shot was who would be the first to kiss the girl. Heather lost, so Annie got on the bed, and kissed me. Then there was the shot to see who would ‘make love to the girl’. Heather won that. She had no idea what to do next.”
Heather spoke next, “then Annie’s phone rang. She left the room, and was on the phone. She said she was watching and for me to ‘figure it out’.”
“I had some experience, and I knew Heather was nervous, so I kind of talked her into trying it”. Kelly poured some more wine for herself. “The next think we knew was there was all of this sex noise coming from the outer room, and we watched you two for a while. And now we’re here, all naked, all having had sex, well Heather and I never really did as much as you two.”
“Where is Annie?” Susan asked.
“We don’t know. She left us, she left her toys, and she took off.”
The mood was broken now. Annie had started something with these two, and left them. The only thing I could think of was how Heather and Susan’s room was locked from the inside. Annie must have gone there with whoever called her on her phone.
“Heather, your room is locked from the inside by the security chain. Could Annie be in there?” I asked. Heather picked up her phone and called Annie. On the fourth ring, Annie, her voice sounding a little hoarse, picked up.
“Eh?” She said.
“Where are you?” Heather asked.
“In your room,” she chuckled. “Entertaining.” There was a pause, “entertaining Shane, Andrea, and Heath.” Heather put her hand over the receiver of the phone and looked at us.
Heather shrugged. “OK. Coming up for air any time soon?”
A male voice entered the conversation on Annie’s phone. “This is Shane. We’ll meet you at Annie’s room in a few minutes. Lille, I hope you didn’t wear yourself out staying up too late last night.”
We all looked at each other. It was time to get dressed and clean up the room.
Interlude.
Annie, Shane, Andrea and Heath took about 15 minutes to get to my room. By that time Kelly, Heather and Susan and I had cleaned up the room, put away the boxes, clothes and unpacked toys. We all got dressed. Susan and I decided to leave our panties off for the time being. I kind of liked the sensation of ‘going commando’, and wanted to see how long I’d enjoy that feeling.
At the same time, I was kind of tired, and a little spent. I didn’t want to entertain those four. Kelly put her clothes back on, which was a shame. The longer she was nude the more I admired her looks and the contours of her body. When she finished dressing it was plain to anyone she was a good ‘personal shopper’. Her outfit was a fetching pleated argyle skirt, with an off white silk blouse and navy blue scarf. With her light red, shoulder length hair, she looked every inch a person with a discerning taste in clothes.
Susan and I were both curious as to how this late 20-something was ‘initiated’ into the world of Annie, and how Annie was able to, within a few hours draw Heather out of her clothes and in to bed with another woman! All of this was background to my still smoldering desire for Susan.
Annie and her crew showed up, and we all chatted about our afternoons. Heath was a regular playfriend of Shane and Andrea, and when they told him about Annie, he was only too happy to have some drinks and see where it went. I liked both of them, and thought about inviting them to the next event Paul and I planned.
Finally, Heath and Shane and Andrea left. We decided to meet up at “The Bar” later that night. Kelly said she had a date with her boyfriend, and she left. She said ‘she might show up at “The Bar” later. Heather and Susan went back to their rooms. I was suddenly tired. My desire to talk to Annie was trumped by the fact that I didn’t sleep much the night before, and I felt still a little frustrated by the lack of completion of lovemaking with Susan.
“I’m going to take a nap, and then I’ll meet you all at ‘The Bar’”, I told Annie. I got undressed, and lay down on the bed where just 40 minutes ago Heather had Kelly tied up. Kelly’s scent was still on the sheets as I drifted off to sleep.
The “BAR”
Eagan, MN
9PM
“The Bar’ was a hybrid place. On one side there was a steak house. On the bar side it was a sports bar with a loft, DJ, and nice dance floor. Since this was one of the few places that didn’t play (C)rap music, we could all hear each other talk, and dance to decent music. Shane and Annie were deep in conversation. Annie was wearing a good pair of jeans, and a silk blouse with a loose turtleneck. Susan and I opted or skirts, no underwear. I wore a light sweater, and Susan wore a fetching green silk blouse that accentuated her figure. Heath was talking to Susan, repeatedly asking her to dance. Heather and I were chatting, moving the conversation around what had happened this afternoon. I had the intuition she wanted to get in to detail, but was not sure how to discuss it in this venue. I just listened to the conversations, and drifted off into my thoughts about Susan, her passion, and her touch.
I was detached, watching Shane and Annie dance, when the DJ played one of my favorites, “Spirit in the Sky”. When no one asked me to dance, I interrupted Susan and Heath, took Susan by the hand and led her to the dance floor.
At once I felt energized; I love this song by Norman Greenbaum. Susan was dancing, her skirt swaying, her green eyes flashing. I felt a tap on my shoulder. Heath was dancing behind me, keeping his eyes on Susan, as well. As I turned, there was Shane and Annie on the dance floor too. I don’t know why, but I small feeling of jealousy streaked across my mind. I wanted to be with Susan, and all of these other people were in the way! I was also distracted by the freeness of the no-panties effect.
For several dances, the DJ hit every one of my favorite dancing tunes. I ignored Heath, but his presence slowly grew on me. He was tall, bald, muscular, and although not my type, he seemed very nice and very sexy.
After playing Clarence Carl’s ‘Strokin’, the DJ blasted; “now it’s time to slow it down. Here is your ‘Moody Blues’ fix!” The first stroke of ‘Nights in White Satin’ crooned across the dance floor. I glanced at Susan. We both knew what we wanted, but decided not to slow dance together. Heath took her hand, and soon Susan and Heath were pressed together. To avoid standing alone, I headed for the tables we were occupying, when Shane gently slid his arm around my waist, and asked me to dance. His hands were large, his touch gentle as led me on to the dance floor and took me in his arms. Shane held me close, but not too close. It was an interesting sensation slow dancing with Shane, his crotch and growing hard-on pressing against me, with my pussy free; just my skirt and pussy brushing against his hardness. My mind flashed back to earlier today. The size and hardness of Sean’s dick rubbed against my crotch again. I felt my juices flowing. Heath and Susan were dancing as one, him slowly moving with her, hands on her lower back, he face buried in his chest. Shane and I turned on the next stanza, and I could see Susan suddenly look up from Heath’s shoulder, and catch my eye. She winked at me, her right hand on Heath’s back, she made a pointing sign with her index finger, as if to say ‘lets’ go’. I winked back, then Sean cuddled against my neck, and kissed me. A light shock rolled from my neck to my stomach and down my leg. The little electric jolt heightened my senses, and I finally held Sean closer and completely surrendered to him, letting him press himself directly against my pubic bone; his cock caressing my skirt.
Just as I was going to reach down and stroke his cock while we were on the dance floor, the song ended. He held me close for a moment; I think one, to press in to me one more time, and two, to give his cock a chance to soften a little before he walked off the dance floor. I’m sure he didn’t want others in the bar to see the tent in his pants.
Our entwined bodies parted. “Thanks”, he said, his hands lingering in mine. I could feel some moistness on my inner thighs.
“You’re welcome”. I paused. “Any time.” My thoughts were racing. The vision of him naked, vigorously loving Annie pursed through my mind. I just sort of stood there on the dance floor slowly shuffling behind Shane. I was lost in a confused set of sensations. Then I felt a hand in mine. It was Susan. The DJ spun up another song, not quite a fast dance, and not quite a slow dance. The dance floor began to fill. She took my hand, and led me to a far part of the dance floor, away from the sight of the others.
Susan danced close to me. I really enjoyed the outfit she had on. Her skirt was a pleated off white, masking the fact she was wearing nothing underneath. Her blouse was a light green, deep cut, and you could follow her chest down to where her bra separated her tits. She was tan, and her tits filled out the blouse. During a lull in the music, she danced within earshot, and playfully asked me; “so now who do you want, me or Shane?” I laughed.
“How about both? Why limit yourself?” I replied.
Susan danced away from me for a second then danced up next to me, put her hand on my ass, and said “maybe, but I don’t want to share you just yet.” I felt the same way, and I took her hands in mine, danced closer to her and asked:
“OK, so how do we get out of here?” The song was dying away now, the last measures of music winding down. Susan let go of my left hand, and keeping our other hands together, she and I sauntered off the dance floor, and back to our table. The others were all deep in conversation, Heath with Andrea and Annie, Shane with Heather. We sat next to Shane and Heather. As soon as we sat down in the booth, I felt a hand on my thigh, fingers tracing up toward my pussy. Susan pretended to look out on the dance floor, turning her head ever so briefly with a knowingly wicked smile. Shane was busy giving Heather ‘the treatment’, so I sat back into the booth, and let Susan’s hand slide further up my skirt. Masked by the table, I knew no one could see her fingers slowly sliding higher and higher under my skirt. I sat lower in the booth to give her more access. On my right side, I was bumped. Startled, I sat up a little. Susan withdrew her hand.
“Sorry”, Heather said. “I was just caught up in my conversation with Shane”. I noticed Shane had his hands under the table.
“That’s OK,” I replied; “we were just thinking of heading back to the hotel. Last night was a late one.” A quick strike of regret zipped across my brain. ‘’what if she says she is tired too, and wants to go back with us.?’’ I paused, hoping she had not heard me. Another what seemed to be a minor eternity passed.
Heather broke the spell Shane was casting over her long enough to reply; “that’s OK, I’m not ready to go back”
A wave of relief washed over me. Susan’s hand lightly squeezed my thigh. Susan turned and leaned against me. “I want to go back, but I’m also enjoying us touching each other in public. It’s a rush.” Nervously, I lifted her skirt with my left hand, and ran my hand up her thigh. She sat closer to me. Tentatively, my hand slid further up her skirt, her warm and toned legs taught with each additional touch. Finally my fingers found her pubic hair, then, following the moistness of her pussy, slid my index finger into her; she was hot to the touch. She slid a little further down in the booth seat, slowly sliding her pussy over my fingers.
“That’s it”, she pouted softly, tightening and relaxing her pussy muscles on my fingers. Absently, I could hear Heather and Shane talking; the music playing. I was focused on not appearing to be doing what we were doing. Susan began to breathe little heavier. Her pussy tightened on my fingers again, let loose, and then she relaxed slightly. I leaned over and whispered in her ear.
“Did you just come?”
“No.”
“Why did you stop?”
She paused. “You made me come like a champion this afternoon. It’s your turn next.”
I slowly withdrew my soaking wet fingers from Susan’s pussy, wiped her on the overhanging table cloth, and leaned back in the booth, momentarily wishing we were back in my room. Susan tapped me on the shoulder.
“Look who’s here!” Kelly , dressed in a pair of stylish jeans and loose turtleneck blouse with an offwhite glossy vest strode across the dance floor. Trailing behind her was a youngish looking guy with loose baggy jeans, plaid shirt, imitation pince-nez glasses and a Man-Bun. Kelly said hi to Susan and I, and going right over to where Shane and Heather were in deep ‘conversation’ introduced the guy as ‘Blake’, my boyfriend. The DJ, back from his break, kicked out a rocking dancing song. Susan took my hand, grabbed her coat. “Come on,” she stood up, pushed my coat toward me. “Let’s go!” Shaking off the sign of the incongruous duo of Blake and Kelly, I quickly slid my coat from under Heather’s. Susan bundled her coat so it would be hard to see, and we slithered through the crowd on the dance floor and out of ‘The Bar’.
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