Fat Tuesday Tease

Looking back on it, I didn't realize it was Fat Tuesday until I sipped on my first beer. But as the night progressed, the memories of past trips to Mardi Gras would pale in comparison to what happened to me.

When I arrived at the bar that night, she hardly took notice of me. I was meeting a group of friends, to celebrate a birthday. I noticed she was drinking champagne. Girls get all giggly when they drink champagne. She had called me and told me to come, so I was surprised that she seemed to ignore me when I finally showed up late. Maybe she was mad, I thought.

I saw down next to her, and my legs brushed against hers. She was wearing blue jeans, which covered up her long legs. But her feet weren't covered. She was wearing new sandals. Once it occurred to her that I was standing there, Lindsey thrust them in my face. She wanted me to look, for whatever reason. As I was looking, and as my four friends were distracted, she ran her bare foot under the ankle of my pants leg. She scratched her foot against my leg, just barely above my sock. I looked in her eyes, and I saw a look. I forgot about it, and tried to keep my mind off Lindsey's stare. Her blue eyes complimented her shoulder length blonde hair. Lindsey was a petite girl, though tall. She was almost 5-foot-10. She had small breasts, but she knew she did. She liked to use them to her advantage when she could. And since they were smaller, she had to go to greater lengths to flaunt them. Did I mention yet that this girl was a tease? I just loved Lindsey's ass. Some petite girls have nothing. Lindsey, in her early 20s, had the sort of meaty ass that begged to be smacked.

Lindsey kept drinking champagne. I started in on beer, swilling Miller Lite after Miller Lite. A middle-aged guy walked past our table and Lindsey starting whistling at him. He was wearing a pair of beads. Oh sweet Mardi Gras, I thought to myself. She wanted those beads, and she was teasing this guy to get them. She was hanging all over him. A lightbulb went off in my head. I realized I had beads in my car, in a bag I'd left in there for ages. I quickly ducked outside of the bar, and came back in looking like I'd been walking down Bourbon Street all night. I was decked out in long beads, short beads and everything in between. Suddenly, Lindsey's attention was on me. She sat down next to me, with that sultry look in her eyes.

"What are you going to do for those beads?" she asked. I told her that it didn't work that way. The beads are mine. And to prove it, I got up and walked away from her to the back of the dark bar, to the bathroom. I was in the hallway when she caught me. She grabbed me, pulled me close, and started grinding against me to the thumping music that was playing in the bar. I could feel her trying to grind against my cock. It started to grow. She was bending her knees, dancing up and down along my body. She kept going back to pushing against my cock, almost standing on one foot to get on top of it. I was getting really hard, and she knew it. I'd forgotten about the beads, but she hadn't. Distracted by the show, I forgot what she wanted. Immediately, she put her arms around me, and slipped some of the beads off me. She put them around her neck, and began to look at me with a look in her eyes that made her look like she was begging to be fucked.

"What are you doing to do for those beads?" she asked again. I looked at her, dumbfounded. I couldn't believe what had happened. "What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Show it to me," she said, pointing at my crotch.

"Not out here," I told her, trying to regain some control over her. I pointed at the bathroom door and beckoned her in. She paused, and came closer to me. She was resisting and I was frustrated. She came close to me, her lips almost touching mine. I wanted to grab her and bend her over. But I didn't. I could play this game too.

She got mad. She turned away and went back to our table. I went in the bathroom, struggling to pull my swollen cock out of my pants. I started stroking it immediately, thinking about Lindsey, thinking about her pussy rubbing against my cock. I knew how wet I had just made her. With one hand against the wall, I kept stroking with my left hand, feeling the release of masturbating. I was afraid someone would come in. It was just seconds before I started shooting out a huge load of cum. I got it all over my hand, but most went in the toilet. I wiped it off, washed my hands and went back to the table. She was dancing with my friend when I returned. As she danced, a pair of beads slipped off her neck. I grabbed them off the floor and put them around my neck. She looked half-mad at me. She sat down at the table, and asked me simply.

"What do you want me to do for those beads?"

Now we were talking. I pointed at our friend, Shannon, the only other girl in our small group.

"Dance with her," I said matter-of-factly.

I think she winked at me, as she stood back up and swaggered over to Shannon. Lindsey whispered in her ear, and they both smiled. And the teasing started. Shannon licked Lindsey on her neck, and bent her knees, rubbing her hands from Lindsey's shoulders down to her ass. Shannon grabbed Lindsey's ass and pulled her close. They started swinging back and forth to the bass-filled music. Lindsey's hands shot up to Shannon's large breasts, and she pinched both nipples through her bra. Lindsey stood up, and put both of her fingers just inside the waist of Shannon's tight black pants. She looked so sexy in those pants. Lindsey scratched her fingers all along Shannon's skin, her fingers digging down under Shannon's black panties. I could see her slip her fingers under the strings holding on Shannon's tiny black silky G-string. She pulled them up, then turned around and smiled at me. They suddenly stopped. And then they slowly came over to me, strutting all the way.

"Put your leg around me," Lindsey told me. I spread my legs in our booth, and the two of them almost collapsed into me. They were after my beads. I shoved a pair in my pocket. They weren't going to get them. As Lindsey backed up into the booth, she put her hand down on the booth. Her hand found my cock, and she started rubbing it through my jeans as she backed into my legs. She was pretending to be after the beads in my pocket. Instead she was giving me another hard tease. Shannon leaned in on top of her. Shannon saw what Lindsey was doing, but was intent on the beads. My cock was ready to erupt again while four hands roamed over my crotch and in my pants. Shannon got what she wanted, but Lindsey wasn't done. She leaned back and licked my ear. I wanted to fuck this girl so badly. She scooted out of the seat, waving her ass at me as she did. I slapped her ass when she wiggled it. I could see her red thong peeking out of the top of her jeans.

Shannon went back to dancing with my other friends, and Lindsey disappeared to the bathroom. I sat at the table alone, just drinking my Miller Lite, just being amazed at what was going on. I couldn't ignore the huge swelling in my pants either. My cock was ready to erupt again. I thought about slipping into the bathroom to follow Lindsey, but that wasn't part of the game. Soon, she would come back to me.

When she did, I was still sitting in the same place. All alone, ready to talk to her. She sat down, and her beads glistened. I looked at them, and sized her up.

"What are you going to do for them?" she asked me. I didn't say anything. "Come on, I just want to have fun," she told me.

"So do I," I replied.

"So show it to me," she said. "I'll show you mine."

Fuck it, I thought. I put my hands on my zipper and slowly undid it. I was carefully making sure no one else was looking. Then I just stopped caring. I wanted this girl to see how hard she was making me. I pulled my cock out - all eight inches - and it was standing straight up. She smiled at me briefly, hardly taking her eyes off my cock. I almost came right there. There was pre-cum on the top of my shaft. Or maybe the remnants of the load I'd unleashed in the bathroom. She licked her finger, rubbed it on my cock, and wiped the juice onto her finger. She opened her mouth and put her finger in, wiping my cock juice on her tongue. I decided to put my cock back in my pants. Her hands went to her jeans' button, and she undid the waist. I was transfixed as she pulled her zipper down, revealing her beautiful, flat stomach, and her vibrant ruby red panties. She pulled the front of her panties down to her pussy lips. She was clean shaven. I could see moisture on her panties and on her pussy.

"Can you see it?" she asked quietly. "Do you like my little pussy?"

I didn't hesitate. I let my index finger trail down from her pierced navel to the top of her pussy lips, moving it around her crotch without touching her clit. Then I slipped my middle finger onto her moist pussy, and wiped some of her wetness on my finger. I slipped my hand out of her pants, and put my fingers up to her mouth. She sucked my middle finger in her mouth, licking off the taste of her own cunt. Then she buttoned her pants up. Just in time too. Our waitress came by, asking if we wanted more drinks. We ordered another round just so our waitress would leave us alone. Lindsey slipped her hand on top of my crotch, under the table now, and began kneading my balls through my jeans. My cock was about to burst through the fabric of my jeans. She was using her finger nails to trace the length of my cock.

I realized she hadn't given me any beads from showing her my cock. I demanded them. She didn't put a fight up this time, slipping two pairs of beads around my neck. We sat in silence, thinking about what we wanted to do to each other. She paused, and told me that she wanted a pair of beads back. She told me to put them in my hand, and she'd give me a treat. She grabbed my hand, and put it inside her tanktop. I took the beads up past her stomach, brushing the silky fabric of her bra as I did. She took the beads out of the neck of her shirt, and I slowly pulled my hand back down. I felt the seam of her bra's cups, and pushed my hand inside her cup that covered her right breast. I could feel her nipple, it was so erect. So was I.

I had a pair of beads left, and I knew what I would use it for. She asked me again. "What do you want for those beads."

I replied simply, "You know what I want."

She didn't say a word. She grabbed me by the hand, and led me back through the bar, back to the bathrooms where we first met. We went into the women's room, which was just a small one-toilet room. We locked the door and were alone. I put the beads in my pocket. She pulled me close to her, with one hand around my head. She put her other hand inside my pants. She didn't have to search for my cock. It was throbbing, and almost exploded when she squeezed it. I felt her tongue inside my throat. Our tongues swirled each other, as she pushed up against me. Her hand came out of my pants, and she unzipped my jeans. They flopped to the ground. She yanked my boxers off, and my cock stood at attention. Without a word, Lindsey backed up and sat on the toilet.

I stepped close to her, putting my cock just out reach of her mouth. She leaned forward and slurped it into her mouth. Her tongue made circles around its swollen head, as she bobbed back and forth on it. Her saliva coated my cock. Lindsey would bob her head and suck more in. She took the length of it in and I almost screamed. She grabbed my balls with her left hand, her right hand was groping at my ass. I felt her fingers scratching against my sac, while her other hand probed around my asshole. Slurp, slurp, slurp, she went as she sucked up and down on my pole. Her beads shook loudly as she bobbed her head. I couldn't take any more. I pulled my shirt off. I had to fuck Lindsey.

I pulled her tanktop over her head, and pulled her beads off too. She slipped her bra off, revealing perfect small breasts. Her cherry red nipples were gorgeous, and they were pointing out with excitement. I pinched them hard, and Lindsey let out a moan. I unfastened her pants, and let them drop around her ankles. She kicked them off, and soon she was standing almost naked in the bathroom. Her hot red thong still covered her sexy ass.

I rubbed her pussy through her panties, and I could feel how warm it was. My fingers got wet from the touch of her panties, which had an obvious wet spot in them. I rubbed my fingers against the wet spot and pushed it into her pussy, making it even bigger. Her pussy was oozing cum out. I now sat on the toilet seat, turning her around, so her ass faced me. I eased her panties down. Now we were both naked. She eased backward, her ass in my face. I put my fingernails on her back, dragging them all the way down to the crack of her ass. I let one finger trail through her ass, grazing her asshole and ending at her pussy. I could feel wetness drip on my finger. I sank my finger into her pussy, and started finger fucking Lindsey. She started groaning as I did it. I slipped a second finger in her pussy, then a third. I took them out, and rubbed her cum all over her asshole, spitting on it, easing one of my fingers in her tight ass. I started finger fucking both of her holes, as she started almost screaming in pleasure. She bent over, as if she were touching her toes, which spread her ass cheeks. It was the invitation I needed. I grabbed a pair of beads from her pile, and began rubbing it again her pussy. "What are you going to do for these beads?" I asked her as I pushed them into her pussy. I left the beads in her pussy, and kept fingering her ass as her moaning quickened.

She broke into muffled screams as an orgasm tore through her. I pulled the beads from her pussy as she started to cum. Her body shook with pleasure. She turned her head around to look at me. She saw my still-erect cock, and with her legs still spread, sat on top of my cock. The toilet seat started to rock as I slipped my cock inside of her moist hole. She rocked up and down on my cock, sending shockwaves through me. I wanted to cum inside her right then. Her weight on top of me was amazing. She humped my cock, and started talking dirty to me.

"Fuck me in my pussy... Oh God, fuck me in my pussy," she repeated. "Shove your cock deep baby... oh do it so deep."

She reached for the beads that had been in her pussy, and put them around her neck. She put one end of them in her mouth, tasting herself again. I thrust my cock inside her, and started to slap her ass.

"You like my ass? You like my sexy ass?" she asked me, while she panted. "You want to fuck my tight ass baby?"

I could hardly speak. I could only obey. I lifted her ass off my lap, and she bent forward and put both hands on the sink. Her ass was still wet and dripping with the juice from her pussy. It made it easy for me to slowly slip my cock inside her ass. She bucked and let out a yelp as I pushed in. I could feel her walls clutching my cock. She spread her legs further, and braced herself against the sink. The porcelain sink sounded like it would fall out of the wall as I started fucking her harder and harder. I slid in and out of her ass, my own cock ready to explode with a huge eruption of white, milky cum. I started groaning, louder and louder. Lindsey could sense I wanted to cum. My sperm was already leaking out of my cock and filling her ass. She clenched her ass tight around my cock and rocked back. I grunted loudly and could feel the surge of cum about to spew forth. I pushed my cock as deep in Lindsey's ass as I could, and unleashed a torrent of cum. I spurted and spurted and spurted inside her. It felt so good it was almost unbearable. When I finished cumming, I reluctantly pulled out of her, the cum still dripping from her hole.

"Happy Mardi Gras," she said.