We continued to chat, eventually Cindy was able to bring the bartender into the conversation. She had been bothered about him down at the end of the bar, doing bartender things, and not paying attention. So she directed some questions to him, also, forcing him to come on down to us and join the audience. I don't think he was too upset about it.
As we continued to talk, Cindy continued to move and fidget around. I knew she was giving quick flashes all the way up to the lacy, black panties, and I could see the interest growing in the other four men. She was using the barstool between herself and the others as a toy. She was constantly shifting it around with her feet and her legs, occasionally lifting a foot up to the top rung to show a little more, then dropping the foot again. After she got halfway through her second drink, she started getting more serious. I watched as she, with all eyes watching, stretched her fine feline stretch. She leaned back in her stool and slowly lifted first one foot, then the other up to the seat of the stool beside her, using it as a footstool. I knew the view from the other side was marvelous. Her legs were straight, feet resting on the seat. She hadn't done anything to put her skirt to a more modest level. I'm sure there wasn't more than just a couple of inches between the panty-clad crotch and the hem of her skirt. She even had her legs spread apart a little. I was wishing I was on the other side to enjoy the view too. She sat like that for a while, seemingly unaware of the show she was giving. Every once in awhile, during animated conversation, she would move her legs, or bend them at the knees, or raise one leg or the other, increasing the show. It was funny to watch how all the eyes would shift when she did that. I could imagine that those sexy black panties were probably pretty wet by now.
We must have been thinking alike, as we frequently did. About that time, she again very slowly, lifted first one leg, then the other off the stool and stretched all the way to the ground. Standing up, she announced her need to pee, and sauntered off to the restroom. Five sets of eyes were on her as she strode, skirt bouncing , across the floor. When she entered the room, there was a collective sigh of appreciation, and of relief. One of the men looked at me and said, by way of understatement, that that was one sexy woman there. I agreed. A couple of the others stuttered something else. At this time of the night, it was now my cue to let them in on the game. I told them about how we were playing sex games tonight, and that we did this from time to time. I explained, to no ones great surprise, that Cindy loved to be the center of attention, and that she loved to show off, and that she loved to have people see her. I also said that I enjoyed it as much as she did. I also explained that I had finally gotten to the age where I couldn't get her off all by myself. After 20 years, I was fresh out of ideas. That was where these nights got started. I told them not to worry about me, and to just relax and enjoy whatever else might happen. Just to respect Cindy's wishes, and let her call the game. I again explained that this was a mutually agreeable, in fact exciting game, and I had no problems with it. There seemed to be a sigh of relief from the group, thinking that they didn't have to feign ignorance anymore.
Meanwhile, I knew exactly what Cindy was doing. First, of course, she was taking off the panties and sticking them in her purse. She wouldn't be wearing those anymore tonight. She would also be adjusting her hair, and unbuttoning one more button on her blouse. Now she would be unbuttoned to below her breasts, and they would start to be a lot more in view.
Shortly after I finished explaining to the men, Cindy came flouncing out from the ladies room. She commented on the silence and asked about a jukebox. The bartender jumped to point it out and turn it on, putting on a few good dance tunes. Cindy came back and climbed back on her stool. Now that everyone was in on the game, all pretenses were off. She took a sip of her drink, lifted one foot to rest on the edge of the seat of the stool in front of her. Her other leg she left hanging down. Since I had moved over to their side when I was talking to them, I now saw what they saw. And that was the most beutiful set of long, creamy legs you've ever seen, with a neatly trimmed patch of bush right where they joined. We could see all of that. She knew that, and she loved it. She held the pose for a couple of minutes, then jumped off the stool, grabbed one of the men and dragged him out to dance. Now things were really hot. She was moving and spinning. The light skirt was spinning up, showing off legs, pubic hair, and now most of her adorable butt. Not only that, but the cleavage was now noticeable. We all could see the breasts bouncing around, more or less inside the blouse. We could imagine that up close, a lot more skin would be visible. Since Cindy and I were on the same wavelength, I wasn't surprised to hear her call for the others to come out and join them. And away they all went, all except the bartender. He and I stood back, enjoying the show. Cindy was spinning and weaving, swaying and bending. Using her whole body to show herself off. After a while, her dancing took on more of the style of a topless dancer. She wasn't dancing as much as she was moving erotically. She moved from man to man, flirting, rubbing against them, enticing them. Then that song ended, and a slow song began. She grabbed the nearest man and pulled him to her. She insisted he place both hands behind her, as she did the same to him, pushing her body against his. He finally got the idea and relaxed. Soon, his hands were roving all over her butt. After a while, he pulled up her skirt over her waist so that his buddies could see what he was playing with. Cindy just seemed to push closer to him. Another man cut in, and the scene was the same. This time, he began from the sides to pull up her skirt, so we all saw a lot of hip along with the beautiful ass. What an amazing sight it was. I was totally turned on. The bartender was just staring. The third guy cut in and, before he pulled her to him, just pulled up her whole skirt and then pushed his body against her bare pussy. Like the others, he held her skirt high as he fondled her butt and danced. They all took turns until the song was over, then they returned to the bar.
The next song was fast again, and Cindy asked for help getting up on the bar. Six arms helped her climb up, 10 eyes watched her do it. Once on the bar, she began to dance. We all stood there, speechless, looking up her skirt at her pussy while she danced and swayed and throbbed and pushed. Cindy was exciting as she danced, sometimes reaching down to pull her skirt up over her waist herself, not that she needed to from our angle. Soon, she started to squat down, legs spread, leaving her pussy just inches away from the eyes that would not stray from her. She unbuttoned her blouse so her boobs were now completely visible. Her nipples were hard and her eyes were bright. She was having the time of her life.
Pretty soon, she simply took off the blouse and threw it on the floor. Then, she pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it, kicking it away also. She danced, naked, on the bar for five minutes. Writhing, bending, spinning. She would turn around and bend over, showing off her ass and her back door; she would squat down and push her pussy into the faces of her audience. She would insert a finger into herself and lovingly lick it off. She would hold her nipples up so she could suck on them herself. We all stood transfixed, unbelieving of the incredible show of female loveliness and sexuality before us.
When the song was over, she sat on the edge of the bar in front of the nearest man. Legs spread on either side of him, she grabbed his shoulders and pushed off against him, letting her body slide along his as she slid to the ground. She stood there a bit, pushing her nakedness against him, then ran her hands down his back, over his butt, and around to the front to his zipper. She asked if there were anything in there she might like to see, and while he stammered his answer, she pulled down the zipper, unhooked the belt, unbuttoned the button, and pulled both trousers and underwear down to his knees. She looked into his eyes for a second, then lowered her mouth to his dick. She looked horny and happy as she took him into her mouth, slowly pulling as much of him as she could into her. We watched as her cheeks caved in, showing the sucking pressure she was applying, moving her head up and down on his shaft. We watched as he sweated, ready to cum, but not wanting to, not just yet. But the battle had gone on too long, and he could hold out no longer. Finally, with an explosion of passion, he let loose his load. His knees buckled and his body trembled as he shot and shot into her mouth. Cindy gobbled and gobbled to make sure she missed none of it, and when he was done, she swallowed and smiled sweetly up at the rest of us.
