Tracy called round to see if I would like to join her for a drink, as Steve was out with friends I was free for the evening so scribbled him a quick note, quickly changed my clothes and left, choosing the bar where Tracy recently had her first experience of flashing a stranger and stripping in public for our night out.
As we placed our order one of the barmen, who had been serving the night of Tracy's exposure, came over and started to chat.
We were both dressed pretty provocatively and he could not take his eyes off us.
Tracy's nipples were poking out dark against the thin material of her cream blouse, obviously not wearing a bra, and I was showing a generous portion of cleavage.
There was a bit of flirty banter then, feeling brave, the barman asked if it was true I had given his friend a wank in the toilets.
His mate who had wandered over to join in the conversation gave him a huge dig in the ribs almost doubling him over.
But I said "
yes...would you like one later?
"
He almost choked, but pulled himself together and said,
"
Anytime
".
Feeling naughty I leant further over the bar and asked if he liked my tits as he had been staring at them while we had been talking.
He said yes they looked nice, so I asked if he wanted to touch them.
Before he could answer I took his hand and pulled it inside of my blouse, it trembled slightly as I pressed my fingers over his and cupped my breast, pressing the hard nipple into his palm through the lacy material of my bra.
Tracy had not said anything yet content to watch, but giggled at his red face.
Wanting to bring her into the game I pulled him forward by his shirt and whispered,
"
Do you think my friend's tits are nice too
?"
Before he could answer the second barman reached over and cupped her breasts through her shirt, there was no protest from Tracy so he began to gently squeeze.
He looked his mate in the eye and said.
"
Both of these ladies have really nice tits...I know because I saw them the last time they were here, right over there swapping tops in the toilets.
"
Tracy was flushed, slightly embarrassed but also excited.
Other than Steve and myself this was the first time a stranger had touched her in public, I remembered how quickly I had reached orgasm the first time it happened to me. Whispering to the boys I told them to throw the catch on the door at closing time and take a seat in the bar area if they wanted a show.
We took our drinks settling down in our favourite booth out of the way of the few punters in the bar, catching up with all the things we had been up to.
After our last adventure Tracy had moved out of the house she rented with a friend after a series of arguments.
Because of her new found confidence Tracy had invested in a new wardrobe, bought herself some sexy underwear and started to make the most of her figure instead of hiding it away, much to the annoyance of her 'friend'.
Apparently her boyfriend had been complimenting Tracy on how she looked and this had caused friction, weeks of catty comments ended in a row when the boyfriend had commented on Tracy's ass as she walked from the shower to her bedroom, pert cheeks peeking out from under a tiny towel.
Next day Tracy had moved out into her own place.
We refreshed our drinks, both a little flushed and excited after going over our last adventure when Tracy asked me if there was something I would do for her.
She said that she had enjoyed all of our encounters so far but what had really turned her on was the story of my experience in the gym, the time several guys had cum over me in the Jacuzzi, she couldn't get it out of her head.
Biting her bottom lip and shifting in her seat she said,
"You have done a lot for my sex life already, opening me up to new experiences, but is there a chance we could do that together?"
Could we? What a question, I was wet just thinking of the possibilities.
The gym often had offers to 'bring a friend for free' so I told Tracy next time they had a promotion I would give her a ring and see what we could set up.
It was getting close to closing time so I suggested we move back to the bar, Tracy blushing when I reminded her that we had promised a show.
She reached down and squeezed my hand as we settled on two bar stools, the last of the customers were making their way out so I called the barmen over and told them to lock the doors if they were still up for some fun.
With record speed they bolted the door and turned off most of the lights, leaving the one over the bar and some small lamps along the wall lit, creating a cosy atmosphere.
Placing my hand on Tracy's shoulders, lips close enough to brush her ear I whispered,
"
Let's show them.
"
