Elle leaned against the bar, hunching her shoulders in a way that she knew made her breasts look irresistible to barmen. It worked, and she caught his eye, then flashed him a smile and rolled her shoulders a little, giving them a little wiggle.
He approached, and she ordered a drink - just a white wine, nothing crazy. "Just the one?" he asked as he pulled a bottle from the fridge and got to work on the cork. "Surely you aren't by yourself?"
Elle smiled coyly, and she did it so well that he never suspected she wasn't genuine. There was nothing coy about her, of course. "I'm here with my roommate. She saw some guy she worked with and they disappeared about ten minutes ago" she explained.
The barman, whose nametag said Thomas, finished pouring the wine and slid it gently towards her. The glass finished a few inches away from her cleavage, and for a moment they both looked down at it, grins tugging at both of their lips. Elle loved this kind of tension, the little flirtation with a stranger. Finally, she looked up. "I figure by now she has his cock in her mouth. They might be a while".
Thomas cast his gaze up and down the bar, and leaned in. "Well listen. You hop up on that barstool, and this one's on me. I'm a little busy, but I can keep you company and make sure you don't get pestered. In that dress, I'm sure you've been hit on plenty already".
He grinned as she blushed at the compliment, and watched as she slid her full, round behind onto the bar stool and hitched her feet onto the supports. Long, smooth legs that went all the way up to the tiniest dress, with a hemline so short he could see that her panties were black lace. She had a flat stomach and a small waist but full hips and C-cup breasts that were tucked into the strapless dress, black and soft and perfectly fitted.
She sipped her drink. "Don't let me stop you. But thank you".
Elle turned on the stool to survey the club. Music thumped and bodies writhed together, bouncing and sweaty and carnal. Lovers cast each other knowing looks and people met, flirted and tangled their tongues under the lights. It was all very exciting, she was sure, but she felt like she had done this a hundred times before. You meet someone, you talk it up a little, and then later you get lost on the floor, kissing him furiously while he presses his hard cock against you. Sometimes you take them home, sometimes you just do what Samantha is doing to Gregg or Glenn or whoever it was she had taken into the bathroom.
A couple caught her attention. Tucked into the corner, a girl was pressed hard against a man, and they were making out furiously. But as she stood against him, her legs spread far enough for him to put his knee between them, Elle noticed something.
Beneath the hem of her tiny red skirt, she could see his fingers working her pussy. She was getting fingered right there in the club! Elle gasped a little, but couldn't look away. She had always loved to watch, and here was one of her biggest fantasies, happening right in front of her. Her clit immediately tingled in her panties and she pressed her thighs together as she watched.
He was rubbing her pussy long and slow, over her panties, which were white. She was grinding her hips into his hand, and his other hand was wrapped around her, grabbing onto her ass and keeping her close. Soon that hand began to slide down and lift her skirt just the tiny little inch or so it needed to reveal what he was doing.
Elle looked up... and met his eyes. She was so focused on what he was doing to her clearly wet pussy, she hadn't noticed they had stopped kissing. The girl's face was buried in his neck as he teased her clit with little flicks, and he was watching Elle over her shoulder. That's why he lifted her skirt - he wanted Elle to watch!
