Lizzie's heart pounded inside her chest as they walked from the car.
Her sex life had been adventurous, but she never dreamed she would do anything like this.
Touching herself in front of a lover was one thing, having a threesome with her best mate and her boyfriend was another, but performing with a virtual stranger in front of a whole crowd was territory unknown.
She'd shared fantasies online with Simon for months after meeting briefly at a party and becoming friends on Facebook. Her best friend Kate had introduced them but warned her that Simon snared women and held them under some sort of mind control. Lizzie was smitten before that mind control even began.
She'd opened up to him with no inhibitions whatsoever, talking candidly about her sex life with past lovers. They'd progressed to cybersex, first on social networking sites, then through Skype. There was a certain detachment that enabled Lizzie to push the boundaries, enjoying multiple orgasms without even being in the same room as the man who was making her day.
"Skype?" the text would say whenever Simon felt horny. More often than not Lizzie would oblige, immediately excited at the prospect of a stolen hour of fun and fantasy.
She was ensnared in a world of self gratification and the couple soon perfected the art of cybersex, bringing one another to climax slowly, sensuously.
Simon was most definitely in control; something Lizzie hadn't been used to in previous relationships. She'd always been the dominant one, making the first move, pushing sexual boundaries and taboos.
Now she was a pussycat, ready to roll over and succumb at the blink of an eye.
She remembered the first time they fantasised about having sex in front of strangers. It had driven her wild.
"I want us to fuck in public today," Simon had said as they chatted online.
Her heart raced as she imagined a group of strangers watching them.
"We're at a gig. There are thousands of people all around us, all wrapped up with watching the band," Simon had said.
"We only have eyes for one another.
"We're dancing together.
"Touching.
"Everywhere.
"You're wearing a low cut vest top.
"I pull it up, revealing your naked, pert breasts underneath.
"The people around us notice what we're doing Lizzie. They're looking at your breasts as I bend down and tickle your nipple with my tongue, the other breast grabbed in my hand."
"I want you," Lizzie replied.
"I want you too Lizzie, but first you have to perform.
"Perform for your audience."
Lizzie stood up in front of the webcam and danced seductively. She watched Simon take out his cock, rubbing it slowly and gently at first, then faster as she gyrated in front of him. It was his own personal lap dance but both were fantasising about the people around them watching.
"They're watching us Lizzie. Men around us are getting stiff as they watch you. I want you to perform for them."
The conversation paused as they both enjoyed touching themselves. Lizzie's pussy was very wet. She placed her fingers inside, pulling them out slowly and licking her juices.
"Suck my cock Lizzie," said Simon.
"In front of all these people."
Lizzie got wetter and wetter as she imagined running her tongue around the tip of Simon's cock as people watched her. His cock was large and hard and she took him deep into her mouth.
"You're fucking my mouth," she told him.
"So many people watching your cock pump in and out of my mouth while you stand tall and proud, trousers at your ankles.
"You're enjoying me rubbing my hand up and down your shaft as I lick your cock."
Lizzie was watching Simon on webcam, now leaning back in his executive chair, eyes closed in ecstasy as he imagined her sucking him off in front of everyone.
"Now we're going to fuck properly," said Lizzie.
"Bend over," said Simon, back in control.
