I've shown off my body to flirt with countless guys, but probably only had sex with about ten or so. I'd fantasised about sex in public too, but didn't know if I could trust anyone enough.
But, one day recently, it all just happened without any planning at all.
This guy I was seeing, Rich, invited me to a fancy dress party. The theme was "Games."
"What sort of a crowd is it, Rich?" I asked him.
Rich was a pretty hip and cool young guy who drove some type of German car so it didn't surprise me when he said, "Very hip and cool; it'll take a lot to really surprise these people."
"You're not going to see what I'm wearing until we get there Rich," I said to him the day of the party.
"I'll be wearing a coat and my theme's going to be card games," I said, "so that's that."
On the night, Rich looked fantastic; I have to give it to him, he's a guy with style. He'd dressed in a sharp suit as a card shark. Silver tie, black shirt, cards up his sleeves, the whole works.
I wore one of his suit jackets which covered up all of me except my bare legs and a couple of inches of cleavage. I clattered into the party in my usual high heels and we got ourselves some drinks.
"So, where's the surprise?" Rich asked, when we were standing around with a group of his friends.
"What surprise?" asked a tall blonde girl who was dressed as a football player.
"Her costume is a surprise," Rich said, taking my arm. "Let me unbutton you."
"Alright," I said, "But let's do it over at that card table."
Over at the card table, we got them to stop their game and I sat up on the table, my legs crossed. Rich unbuttoned me and, with a flourish, I threw the jacket to him.
"Wow!" I heard voices say as I leaned back on the table.
I'd found a little backless fishnet top which I'd done up with its single button. Underneath, a matching fishnet g-string. My little trick was to put playing cards inside so that they couldn't see my nipples or pussy.
"Nice place for the Ace of Spades!" one guy called out.
I giggled as I spread my legs wide apart and 'adjusted' the card he mentioned, ever so slightly, so that I'm sure my pussy lips could just be seen through the mesh.
"Who wants the first dance?" I asked the watching group.
The rest of the night was great fun. From the back, it looked like I was virtually naked, so I got my share of attention. Every now and then I - or someone else - would adjust my g-string giving my pussy some fresh air.
I danced with plenty of guys; most of them felt me up on the dancefloor and, by midnight, I'd lost all three of my cards.
I was a bit drunk by then and I let some guy sit me up on the bar. I couldn't sit up too well so I lay along the bar on my back. The guy - I think his name was Jeff - undid the single button of my top, letting my heavy tits spill out. Pretty soon, he also had his fingers in my g-string, pulling on it.
I could see a few guys standing around - and a couple of girls - so I spread my legs, letting him slip my g-string aside.
"She's almost naked," I heard one of the girl whisper. "Is she OK?"
"I'm great," I called back. "A girl without her clothes on is always great."
Anyway, one thing led to another and, before I knew it, some guy was up on the bar and I had his hard cock in my mouth. I've been told I'm pretty good at this, so I did my best under the circumstances and, still lying there with my eyes closed, I soon felt a familiar pressure at my pussy lips.
"Hey!" I spluttered and I could feel the hardness withdraw.
Looking up, I saw it was Rich, still wearing his shirt but minus trousers and underwear. His thick purple cock was right there in front of me. I closed my eyes again, wanting nothing more than to be fucked. Soon I heard that crinkly plastic sound and knew I was in for a treat.
"She's being fucked by her boyfriend!" I could hear a voice say.
A male voice answered, "I might have a go myself!"
Rich lay down on top of me and pushed his hard cock into me. He slid in easily, as I was totally wet and slippery from all the guys feeling me up earlier. I pulled my legs up so that he could get in deeper.
"Oh yeah!" called voices from the crowd and then they just disappeared in a blur of sound.
The only thing I was aware of was the hard wood of the bar on my back and Rich's cock sliding in, out and around my cunt. I was so turned on by doing this in public that it didn't take long for me to come.
"Yes, yes, yes!!" I could hear myself yelling.
Rich's cock swelled even bigger and I could hear myself moan loudly as he took a couple of final thrusts. We held each other and lay still on the bar. The music was still thumping and I could hear the murmur of voices.
"Rich?" I asked him quietly. "You won't let every guy in here fuck me, will you?"
"I thought that's what you wanted, babe," he replied, with a sarcastic little tone in his voice, as he held me.
"No Rich, no. I'm only eighteen, for goodness sakes. I don't want a gangbang just yet."
I didn't know whether I could trust him but soon I learned I could. He got up, pulled his pants on and helped me up. I was dizzy from my orgasm - and, probably, from what I'd been drinking.
"OK everyone," Rich said, "show's over."
My g-string had disappeared and my top's single button was missing and so, there I sat, on the bar, bare legs dangling, tits hanging out. Half of me started to get turned on all over again when I saw everyone staring, but my 'sensible' half said to me, "Get some clothes on!"
"Rich, could you get me something to cover up with?" I asked him.
While he was gone, someone found my shoes and gave them to me. I slid into them and stood, waiting, holding my skimpy top together with one hand and covering my pussy with the other. A couple of guys playfully grabbed my butt as they walked past and a few came up to me to chat.
Pretty soon, Rich arrived again, offering me his jacket. Even with all three buttons done up, people could just see my pussy so I had to stand with my hand in front of it.
"Could you get me a mineral water, Rich?" I asked him.
By the time he came back with the drinks, I was surrounded by a group of guys and girls, all congratulating me on being so brave.