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.
