AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story continues the exhibitionist adventures of Alina, a character previously introduced in a story titled 'Coffee Shop Surprise'. This is a new but slightly related story.
Alina checked that her Bluetooth was firmly in place and stepped into the bar. It was already fairly crowded inside, a busy Friday night. Hip hop music was playing, but not so loud as to discourage conversation - it had more of a pub feel than a dancing club. She'd never been in before, but she'd driven past it often enough to be familiar with its location. She lingered near the door as she made the call.
"I'm here," she said to the man she knew only as Ethan. He'd never given her a surname, and she'd never asked. The only thing she needed from him was her instructions.
"Good," said the voice in her ear. "Do you see the high tables and chairs along the back wall? Go sit in one of them." Alina started for the back corner, the furthest table from view. "No Alina, no hiding in the corner," said Ethan and Alina quickly glanced around the bar. Was he here, or was he just that intuitive that he knew her instinct was still to hide to as much as possible? She didn't see him anywhere, but maybe he was in a corner, or behind someone. "Sit in the middle, facing the door." Alina obediently changed her course and made for the nearest unoccupied table. The chair was high enough that she had to pull herself up with her hands on the seat, and she noticed how shaky her arms were. Her short skirt rode up her thighs as she sat, and she gingerly tugged on the bottom edge to try and pull it down.
A smiling server appeared at her table and Alina ordered herself a gin and tonic. She hoped the alcohol would help steel her nerves for whatever Ethan had in store for her.
"Now, just one drink," cautioned Ethan, "I want you lucid and aware for this." Alina felt her face flush and hoped that no one was watching her... yet. "Are you wearing a short little skirt, like I asked?"
"Yes, sir."
"And are you wearing panties underneath?"
"No, sir."
"Good girl. Tell me, are you turned on already? Is this exciting you?" Alina blushed harder. She knew she was turned on, she knew if she reached down to touch herself her fingers would come away soaked.
"Yes, sir," she whispered.
"I can't hear you, are you turned on?" Alina cleared her throat.
"Yes, sir. I'm very turned on." Her drink appeared, the server giving her an odd look. Alina thanked her and nervously began chasing ice cubes around her drink with the straw. She took a large, bracing gulp and set the drink down on the provided coaster.
"Alina, I would like for you to find an attractive man in the crowd, someone with another woman. Do not get up, or talk to him, just maintain eye contact. Anyone you find attractive will do, so long as they are easy to keep in your line of sight." Alina looked around the bar, scanning the other patrons.
There was a group of young boys sharing a pitcher, but not one of them appeared to have a female companion. Several groups of women were dressed up to the nines, probably on the prowl for a man of their own. There. Sitting at the bar, on the other side of the room, was a tall, well-built guy with a shaved head in conversation with an overly tan and blonde girl sitting next to him. Alina stared, and as if drawn by the power of her gaze, the man looked up. He had icy blue eyes, and she instantly felt uncomfortable under his gaze and looked down at her drink.
"Ok, we exchanged eye contact," she said, waiting for her next instructions.
"Good, now look at him again." Alina did. "And while you look at him, I would like for you to slowly pull your skirt up and very lightly begin to trace the outside of your pussy lips with your fingers. Very, very lightly. Do not put them inside." Alina swallowed, and bit her lip and she slowly slip her hand across her thigh and began to caress her outside lips. She'd just shaved a couple hours before going out, and her folds were soft and silky and so sensitive.
She raised her eyes to the man across the room and found him already looking at her. The blonde girl next to him was chattering away, apparently oblivious as to where his attention was currently directed. Alina continued to gaze at him as she gently rubbed her hand up and down, up and down. The man's eyes widened, and Alina was fairly certain he knew exactly what she was doing under the table. She felt embarrassed, but also empowered.
"Is it wet?" came Ethan's voice in her ear. "Is he looking at you?"
"Yes, I'm very wet," said Alina, feeling the truth of it between her fingers. "He's looking, I think he knows." The man was now turned toward his companion, but he kept sneaking sideways glances at Alina.
"Good, now I want you to slowly insert one finger inside yourself. Just one, and do not go past your second knuckle. You may move it in and out as you like but again, do not go past your second knuckle." Alina angled her arm differently, and titled her pelvis up as she slipped her middle finger into her pussy. It was so incredibly wet that it was hard to stop with just the first half of it inside. She rocked in her chair ever so slightly and wished for more. Her pussy was aching to be filled and she nearly disregarded her orders and slid in a second finger, but some sense of obedience stopped her.
"Are you holding eye contact?" asked Ethan, and she realized that she had been so intent on fingering herself that she had dropped her eyes to the table. She raised them again to the man across the room, who quickly looked away, toward the tan girl, as soon as he saw her looking.
She continued to gaze at him as she moved her middle finger in and out of herself, slowly at first, and then more quickly. He looked back at her again, staring at her arm moving slightly. She wondered how much he could see in the shadows under the table. She wondered if he was getting turned on.
"Now stop, and pull your finger out." Alina reluctantly obeyed. "Put it in your mouth and suck on it. Don't forget to maintain eye contact. How does it taste?" she hesitantly lifted her finger to her mouth. This was new to her. She waited until the man was looking at her again, then stuck her finger in her mouth and began to suck on it. His mouth dropped open slightly and his eyes widened once again.
"It's slightly salty, but other than that, not much of a taste," said Alina, surprised. Certainly better than the taste of a man's cum, she thought.
