Girls Just Wanna Have Fun 8

I wonder how many of your other lady readers have ever been so aroused that there is nothing that they wouldn't contemplate! This is exactly what happened to me.

The combination of warm weather, sexy clothes and male company always puts me in the mood but, on this occasion, there was a further stimulus.

Jenny, my friend, and I decided to go to the local club as usual on Friday night. You've probably noticed that most clubbers wear very revealing outfits these days and Jen and I like to be noticed so we don't hide a lot. Jenny wore a short bolero top with bootlace ties and a mini skirt, I wore a tiny nylon dress that fits me like an oil slick, showing every goose pimple. With long narrow shoulder straps which provide lots of cleavage and a hem which is cut across my thighs just below my fanny and so doesn't quite cover my bottom I cut clothing to a bare minimum. Neither Jen's nor my panties were designed to provide any resistance and neither of us ever wears a bra.

We caught a taxi to town and giggled in the back seat as we saw the driver straining to watch us in the rear-view mirror. We hit our favourite bar at about nine o'clock with the intention of knocking back a couple of tequilas before moving on to the club. We actually use a bar in a hotel as the blokes in our local pubs can be a bit dangerous; it's also fun to eye any visiting business talent though this is rare on a Friday. This time, however, the hotel was overflowing.

Evidently, a company had booked most of the rooms to hold its annual convention over a long weekend. The place was heaving with clean-cut, suited men of all ages from early hunk to late suave. And we just walked straight in!

The place virtually stopped dead. Well, it would, wouldn't it? Although we were dressed to arouse in a club we stood out as two real tarts in this refined atmosphere. I suddenly felt very self-conscious - not like me at all. We didn't think of just turning round and walking out, we walked up to the bar, said "Hi" to Gary, the barman, who we've known for some time, and ordered our drinks.

As I reached for my money, a man next to me said "That's all right, love; it's a free bar tonight - on the company."

Jen and I looked at each other, shrugged, and said a polite thank-you. Then we went and sat at a free table. Sitting, my dress doesn't hide my panties and I was conscious of dozens of men taking a great interest in the view I was offering. Jen and I leaned over the table to talk quietly.

"I fancy the one in the green suit, near the bar; which one do you want?" she said

For a moment I thought she was serious, until I saw the glint in her eye. I grinned at her.

"Why stop at one? You could probably get twenty to queue up if you want them!"

"Look at the one in the red tie. He's got a lovely bum. I bet he's got a massive cock."

"If you show any more of your tits you'll probably find out."

And so it went on. We went from comparing their physical attributes to discussing their potential performance and imagining some fairly extreme scenarios. At some point Gary brought over refills, again on the house.

Near the end of the second drink Jen looked me in the eye and said "You've got big tits, haven't you."

Looking down I realised that my nipples were sticking out like corks, my thin dress moulding itself round the extensions.

"I bet they'd love to suck on those!" she added, "I dare you to walk to the bar now and get another round in."

Although I've shown off more in the club (I've even danced in a mini without my knickers on) somehow the well-lit bar with its respectable clientele made me nervous. But I've never refused a bet (and thereby hangs a tale or two). I picked up our glasses and rose from my seat - and immediately realised another thing. My short hem had become pressed to my bottom - high on my cheeks - where I had sat and I had my hands full so couldn't pull it down. But I was on my feet now and half the room could see my derriere so I thought "What the hell!" and walked over to the bar, thus letting the other half get an eyeful.

This didn't do anything to reduce the stress in my nipples and I followed them across the room. At the bar the man who had first picked up our tab did it again and I thought a small reward was in order so I opened up a conversation with him by thanking him and asking what they were all doing there, at the same time standing closer so that he could look down the front of my dress. Within minutes he had his hand on my back as he, and a friend, followed me back to our table. I could feel my pulse racing and his hand felt red hot.

Sitting, I turned slightly to face him and knew that he had a clear view of my panty clad pussy. I was acting just like a hooker - and loving it. He must have been drinking too because, as he talked to me, he put his hand on my thigh. I didn't stop him.

In fact, I was willing him to move it higher. I opened my legs slightly and his fingers slipped down between them. It was because my mind was concentrating on following both his hand and the conversation that I didn't notice the other two guys join the table - until I felt the hand on my other thigh.

I finished that third drink in seconds as both hands massaged my inner thighs. Looking across at Jen, I grinned as I could see that she was getting close attention too. One guy had already slipped the knot on her bolero and was busy freeing her boobs.

The atmosphere was electric. We were still the only two females in the place and thirty or forty pairs of male eyes were watching our every move. I leaned forward to one of the men massaging my legs and said, "If you continue to do that, I will not be responsible for my actions."

With that he looked me in the eyes and slid his thumb straight up to my slick pussy lips - just as I'd hoped!

Of course, the other guy followed him and my panties succumbed to the pressure and disappeared up my fanny, the two thumbs sliding by them.

God! Was I turned on! I put my hands on the lap of the guy within reach and massaged the muscle I could feel. I remember Donna Summer playing in the background as another pair of hands arrived to play with my nipples through my thin dress. Before long, of course, those hands were on my breasts, the dress having been slipped from my shoulders.

We were most definitely the cabaret now. Jen and I were lifted onto the table as the record changed to a dance record I no longer recognised. As we were elevated my dress and Jen's bolero and skirt somehow got left behind and we were laid on our backs, naked apart from our panties, for the assembled company to see. Immediately, though, and with no complaint from either of us, our panties were removed and unhindered access to our bodies was taken by a dozen pairs of hands. It was as if they all wanted a feel. I even saw Gary lean over me and suck my right nipple.

It wasn't long before the hands holding my legs open and the fingers fucking me had me climaxing for the first time and I arched my back as the wave hit me. They didn't stop though. As I came, more fingers massaged my pussy and I felt that I had to take control before I fainted clear away. Anyway, having gone this far, I wanted to see some meat!

I leaned up on my elbows and then rolled over, reaching out for the nearest pair of trousers. Pulling them towards me I unclipped the waist and slid down the fly. The cock I released, though a fairly ordinary length, was already satisfactorily firm and I ducked my head until I was giving it good head. While I was slurping and sucking on the increasingly hard dick, I was turned fully onto my tummy, my legs hanging over the far end of the small bar table as I continued to hoover the unknown member. I suppose the sight of my open and well used twat was too much for those behind me as I soon felt more than just fingers prising my lips apart. I suddenly wondered just exactly how many guys were in the bar that night. I just hoped that Jen would take her fair share!

I sucked the first guy to climax quite quickly and the one behind me finished before long too. Having recovered from my own climax now, I wanted to make sure the show was a good one so I stood up and, dragging another man with me, walked over to the bar, leaned back against it and opened my legs wide by placing my left foot on a bar stool foot rest. The guy I'd dragged with me wasted no time in filling my gaping slash and he rogered me solidly while mashing my boobs and sticking his tongue as far into my mouth as he could. His friends were complaining about him hogging me though, so I was again flipped and he held me under my tummy as he reinserted his cock and another guy grabbed my hair to lift my face so he could fuck my face.

I could go on but you get the idea. Jen and I either fucked or sucked every one of those guys over the next couple of hours. We certainly couldn't dance when we'd finished! We ended the evening by cleaning each other out with the soda siphon while performing a sixty-nine on the bar as the gathered masses stamped and cheered. Gary, who we later learned, had locked the door to the bar when we started losing our clothes, bless him, passed the hat round as we writhed. Not only did I get the best night's shafting of my eighteen years but I pocketed nearly £200 too! They wanted to book us for their next convention! What do you think we did?