We've been in the bar for about 20 minutes. You are on your second drink and I can see that you are beginning to relax so I lean across and whisper, "Why don't you slide your knickers off and give them to me?" I see your eyes widen, but your mouth lifts and I can tell that you're excited by the suggestion. You look around the bar; it is quite full but everyone seems engaged in their own private conversations. You turn back to me, raise your eyebrows and move your hands off the table and underneath. You continue to look into my eyes but I can tell by how your shoulders move that you've slipped one hand under your dress and used your fingers to find the very edge of your panties. I can see the effort in your face as your reach, then you lift yourself slightly and I know that you've tugged one half under your bum. You squirm in your seat and look about again, but no-one is paying any attention.
You shift again and lean forward, your head dips towards the table and I can tell that you are reaching down. Then you smile at me, your eyes twinkling, and you sit back up, cock you head on one side and reach out a hand towards me. I offer my open palm and you deposit the small lacy panties that a few seconds earlier you'd been wearing. Your look challenges me. I look at your panties and quickly glance about to see if anyone has noticed, but the bar continues to bustle and no-one seems to have paid any attention to us.
"Is that the best you've got?" you gently mock me.
"Oh, I've got plenty more," I say. "You prepared to play along?"
I seek a flicker of concern cross your face, but a mixture of determination and alcohol squash your natural fear.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
I grin, I am beginning to harden already at the thought of what I want you to do.
I got to the bar and fetch us both another drink, taking the opportunity to look around and see who else is in the bar. There are several groups that are just guys, most not much older than you. I return to our table but this time I slip onto the seat next to you. You look at me slightly puzzled, so I lean forward, placing my right arm across the back of your chair and whisper, "Time for part two."
I lean back and take a sip of my drink as do you, a little nervously. "You really are incredibly sexy," I say and my left hand drops to your left knee and slowly slides up your thigh until it meets resistance from the hem of your dress. I push firmly so that the material rucks slightly and my hand dips to your soft inner thigh so my fingers are now just inches from your pussy. I smile at you, lean forward and gently kiss your lips, while my fingers edge up enough to touch the line of your slit. I look at you and then across the bar I can see that one guy has already glanced over. Can he tell what I'm doing? I look over my shoulder and can see another guy sitting down who appears to be looking straight over; perhaps he can see under the table, but I don't think so.
I see you swallow and feel you move forward slightly in your chair so that now my fingers have full play from your cunt to your clit. I open my fingers slightly, my thumb resting on the top of your thigh, my index finger is gently rubbing you clit, the next pushes and plays on your pussy lips, while another bathes in the moistness you're already generating. "Are we being watched?" I ask. You look past me, bite your lip and nod. I move my hand down slightly and press a finger into your cunt. I see you tense and hear you breathe deeply as the top of the finger enters you. I withdraw slightly and the push back with two.
You bite your lip harder and I see your chest rise slightly as your back arches just a faction. I can see the guy at the bar is hardly listening to his own conversation but is trying hard not to look like he's watching. I glance over my shoulder and the other guy is making no pretence, but just staring in blank fascination. You've turned more towards me and my fingers can penetrate deeper and spread slightly. I now have three in you and I can feel the soft wetness of your cunt sliding over them. I can feel the tight muscle give and then contract. I sense you may be near orgasm. I flick my thumb onto your clit. The motions are small but intense. Suddenly you clench your mouth and raise your shoulders, then let out a hard sigh that breaks slightly in the middle. I feel your cunt pulse around my fingers, like a hungry mouth.
"Good girl," I say sliding my fingers out and lifting them up so I can make a show of sucking on one, then pressing the others to your lips. You don't disappoint and suck long and hard on the other two. The guy at the bar has turned red and is gulping his beer. I look over to the opposite table and can see the guy there has one hand on his crotch. He smiles at me and I grin back. I lean back in my chair. "So what did you think?"
"That was so hot," you reply.
"Ready for more?"
You purse your lips, then you jut out your chin, "What have you got in mind?"
I take a drink of my beer and look at you. You really are the most beautiful creature. Such soft skin, such an innocent face, such a slim body begging to be corrupted. "How about you let someone else do that, while I watch?" Your eyes widen.
"I don't know. Who did you have in mind?"
"You can choose. Let's go into the beer garden."
We stand up and move outside into the bright daylight. There is a small garden with benches and canopies. At the far end are a group of people smoking, but there are some people scattered across the seats. "Anyone take your fancy?"
I can see you looking around, still a little unsure if you'll go through with it. It would be easy to cop out now, but the alcohol, orgasm and the sunshine seem to have given you an air of wilful playfulness. "Him," you say indicating a well-built athletic type who is standing to one side, smoking; clearly if he's with friends then none of the others smoke. "Okay, give me a moment." I walk over to him and you can see me exchange a couple of words. Then he glances over and you cannot help feel a flush rise across your chest and up the sides of your neck. A few more words and then you see him grin. We return to you.
"No names," I say and then turn to you, "Just do what I say."
You nod timidly. I lead us over to a corner that has an entrance that is bounded by a tall hedge. We are almost out of sight of the main garden and I stand so that no-one will be able to see past me. "Lift your dress and let the man see what I told him about." You look at me for a second and then comply, slipping the hem of the dress up so that your hip bones and the area below your belly button are exposed. I swallow hard looking at your slim, well-toned legs and the gloriously smooth mound above that is revealed. You look stunningly sexy like that and your vulnerability just makes my cock stiffen more. He looks at me and I nod. He steps towards you, puts his left hand on your hip and pushes his right down over your soft belly and the smooth mound and onto your already wet slit. His motions are more vigorous than mine were. He rubs your clit hard and forces your pussy lips apart.
His left hand slides down and lifts your thigh just behind you knee so you right leg is raised and bent. It opens your lips and exposes your cunt. His fingers seek your opening and his middle finger pushes hard and deep. He moves it in and out rapidly and then screws three fingers together and pushes them aggressively into you. You have one hand holding his arm and the other holds your dress but I can see from the way your fist clenches that he is getting to you. You bite your lip again and close your eyes. A small grunt and then the air is pushed out of you as if his thrusts are so deep they're making your lungs collapse. He stops and looks at me. I nod. He removes his fingers, turns and says, "Thanks man."
