The bar is dark and crowded, the music loud and pulsing. In a secluded corner, they are aware of none of that. He is seated on a plush sofa, and she straddles his thighs. Her skirt is pushed high on her hips, but still conceals her naked sex. They are locked in a deeply passionate kiss, consuming each other. She rocks her pelvis onto the fingers he has thrust deep within her, driving her clit against his insistent thumb.
She feels firm but gentle hands on her shoulders. They break their kiss and she turns her head. The other is tall, slim and handsome. His hips move rhythmically to the music, moving closer and closer to her back until his firm crotch makes gentle contact. Although he expertly massages her bare shoulders, it's his gaze he meets. She glances from one man to the other, feeling rising excitement in the pit of her stomach. She smiles. She knows that look.
Groaning at the thought of pleasures still to come, and that already coursing through her body, she tilts her head back in abandonment. With her eyes closed, there is nothing but two sets of hands on her body, a driving beat and endless possibilities.
The other's hands massaged their way down from her shoulders, his fingertips making small, languid circles on her chest. Occasionally, his fingers would slip beneath the band of her top, on each occasion, slipping lower and lower. Taking her soft moans and shortness of breath as permission, he eventually found her hardened nipples between his fingers.
Her hands worked deftly on the clothing of the man beneath her. While he continued to work her clit, she unfastened buttons of his shirt and jeans. Parting the fabric of both, she revealed the narrow, shaved strip of pubic hair that spanned his abdomen and pooled in the small circle at the base of his penis. The other's gaze was drawn less to this and more towards the hardened erection prominent against the man's thigh, visible to him over her shoulder and beneath the hem of her skirt.
As if staking her claim, she held the base of his cock in her firm grasp. She turned her head to the other, and witnessed with delight the ravenous hunger in his watchful eyes. She smiled, and breathlessly murmured, "Me first."