"Where the hell is he?" Zil muttered to herself as she looked around the crowded bar for her friend John. He'd been gone for ages, last seen fighting his way through the tightly packed throng ten minutes ago to get them both another drink, and still not yet returned.
Zil sighed, and swivelled around on her stool looking at the people about her all laughing and chatting loudly. It was fun just watching people, like being a fly on the wall.
Suddenly something interesting caught her eye. There, almost right beside her among a crowd of young men was a girl, a tall, rather good looking blonde girl with short hair and in her late twenties. She was talking away to the men but was engaged in something that tickled Zil's fancy or rather more importantly her fanny, in fact something akin to what Zil liked to do herself. Fascinated, she watched as the girl had her hand right inside the open trousers of one of the young men. From what Zil could see, the girl was playing with one lucky man as she held a conversation with the rest of the crowd.
No one else seemed to notice what was going on in the tight crush, and the sight of it made Zil give a little shudder and squeeze her legs tightly together, crossing them and then uncrossing them as she felt a excited quiver run through her neatly trimmed little quim. Just as it looked like the man would cum to the blonde's slow but purposeful endeavours, she suddenly realised she was being watched and turning towards Zil, she stared straight at her and gave a smile and a slow knowing wink.
Zil blushed red with surprise at being caught watching and went even redder when the girl nodded towards the bar door where the ladies was, and slipping her hand out of the man's pants, slowly walked by and disappeared into the crowd.
For several seconds Zil sat there wondering what to do. Eventually the intrigue of it got the better of her and she got up and made her way to the ladies. On entering through the second door the girl was seen standing by the wash basins looking into the mirrors, watching Zil as she shyly came in.
"Come on in, there's no one here, just us." The blonde turned around and gave Zil another knowing smile. "Hi, I'm Kirsty. Don't worry I wont eat you," she paused for a moment, then added, "Not unless that is, you'd like me to!" She laughed sexily at the suggestion and Zil suddenly felt just a bit scared.
"Hello." Zil replied, still keeping her distance from this unexpectedly found friend. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, and stare at you doing what you were ... you know, doing in there."
"Wanking my friend off, you mean?"
"Right." Zil nodded.
"Did it shock you?"
"No, no, not in the slightest, I mean, I have sometimes done it myself in public places. Kind of adds to the danger and the excitement. The fact that you might get caught red handed so to speak."
"More like spunky handed!" The girl laughed again, dirtily this time. Just then the outer door was heard to open and close and two girls came into the toilets talking loudly about their men.
"Let's go outside for a minute, there's something I want to show you." Kirsty told Zil, leading her out by the arm. They stood in the pub car park and felt the warm sun fall soft on the skin as it shone low across a cloudless evening summer sky.
"See that old horse box over there?" Kirsty pointed to the white coloured wagon parked down by the bottom end of the car park.
"Yes," Zil said.
"Well it belongs to my boy friend Jake. He and I have formed this mobile shag club. We call ourselves The Randy Rovers."
"Oh right!" Zil replied, wondering quite what the hell it all had to do with her and where this was all leading.
"We go out to different busy pubs each week and find a likely female to be 'the dish of the day'. Are you with me?"
"I'm with you." Zil told her, "But why are you telling me all this?"
"Well My Lucky Lovely, surprise, surprise, we have picked you to be our fuck of the day!"
Zil looked at her for one long moment then burst out laughing "You're mad, you really are raving mad. You don't even know me, I mean I may not even like fucking, and besides I'm here with a friend."
"It would only take half an hour." Kirsty pointed out.
"I don't care how long it takes; I said I'm with someone."
"You know you've always wanted to be part of an orgy, haven't you? Go on admit it." Kirsty pressed her.
"Well, I ... oh I don't know!" Zil threw her hands up in the air totally confused.
"Deep down you're gagging for it. I can tell just by looking at you. It would be your fuck of a lifetime. Just think about it, all those lovely hard cocks. Come on, say yes, and have some real fun."
"I'd be too scared." Zil blurted out, feeling a thrill suddenly running through her cunt as her wildest fantasy just flashed into her mind's eye. Beautiful cocks everywhere and her horny hole over flowing with hot delicious spunk. Fucked to a standstill, legless and yet wanting it never to end. Just like living out her fantasy of being a lucky mascot for a rugby club and travelling to away games in the team bus only to be passed around from one player to another on the way home. Thoroughly fucked by everyone, with even the bus driver having her too when they have a 'pee stop' by the side of the road.
"I'll be in there with you, I'll hold your hand, no worries there, nothing nasty will happen to you I promise you." Kirsty went on.
Zil stood there all confused and feeling both frightened and ever so dirty all at the same time, her mind racing like a train. She was being won over; her cunt was starting to rule her mind.
"Nothing nasty you said, and I can stop anytime I want to, just walk away?"
"Yes of course you can."
"No longer than twenty minutes then, before I'm missed?"
"A deal!"
"Okay but I need a pee first. My name is Zil by the way." She went back into the pub, and Kirsty called out "I know... see you down at the horsebox."
A few minutes later a voice called from the small side door in the horsebox, "Come on in, don't be shy." Zil entered it slowly still not too sure about it all. Inside it was very light, having a roof similar to a removal van with the whole roof an opaque plastic. There in the middle of the floor was a table all padded and on what seemed to be some kind of adjustable legs. There were a couple of folding chairs up against one wall and a large cupboard running the full width at the front of the box. Kirsty smiled at Zil and started to strip off her clothes and throw them onto a chair. "Come on girl get 'em off."
Zil slipped her tee shirt off and next her jeans and then her shoes and socks, under wear was not her style on dates. She stood there completely naked, not quite sure what to do with her hands so she folded them across her breasts.
"Oh yes, nice tits!" Kirsty told her as she patted the table and asked her how she'd like to have it, on her back or kneeling doggy style.
