PUBLIC SEX FOR MY BABY
[This story is dedicated to my lovely Chamorro friend from Guam. She is beautiful and petite, and loves public sex but hasn't had many opportunities to realize it in R/L. I texted her this story over several days, to let her realize it virtually.]
I took you to a small bar. It was downstairs and pretty dark. There were about 20 people there --- 5 couples and 10 men, plus the bartender. When we came down the stairs, 4 of the men are holding their beers and standing around a full-size pool table, with a bright light hanging overhead. The couples are sitting at small dark tables and the other men standing at the bar.
The female bartender came over to our table to ask what we want to order. "You know, my specialty is a Mai Tai. It's very popular here, and the local drink of choice. My mai tai's are 2 shots of good rum, orange curacao, lime and a couple other secret ingredients -- can I bring you a couple?" she asks
(This all reminded me of a strange little Tiki Bar wifey and I went to in Honolulu many years ago. The 5 ex-patriots there bought us drinks when they found out we were from Montana. After 2 drinks, we stumbled out not wanting to get totally wasted for the rest of the afternoon. They seemed disappointed that their "new blood" left, without even buying them drinks. So, Mai Tai's are exactly what we need to complete this little experience with my beautiful exhibitionist Chamorro friend, I was thinking.)
"Sure, that sounds good," I say without giving you a chance to answer
We sipped on our drink, good rum in that Mai Tai, and talked about growing up on Guam....and in Montana. Better have another...
After another stiff Mai Tai (3+ oz of liquor in each), and more small talk -- my hand is now rubbing your leg under the table. "The boys at the pool table bought you another round!" says the bartender as she brings us another drink and the guys at the pool table all smile.
By the time we finish the 3rd drink, I am getting a little woozy, and you are getting totally fucked up and slutty, grabbing and squeezing my cock under the table.
One of the boys from the pool table comes over and says "Would you like to play with us, Babe," and added grinning at me "if that's okay with your Daddy here?"
"Oh, yeah, it's okay with me," I replied. "My beautiful Chamorro friend loves to play......pool, and who knows what else," I added, winking at him.
You look over at me, wondering what's going on, but with your inhibitions suppressed by all that rum, you get up and follow him to the pool table. You walk over to the pool table, swinging your petite little hips in your tight short skirt that fans out with a little ruffle at the bottom...but you almost stumble, shaky from the rum.
"Get the lady another drink," one of the boys shouts out as they all watch you walk over. The tallest, dark young man hands you a cue and says "We'll be partners, babe -- what's your name?"
They racked up the balls, and waited for you to break. As you get ready for the break shot, leaning down with the cue, and the little ruffle on the bottom of your dress just barely covering you pussy, they are all getting so fucking horny. You break with the cue ball, and the other balls go everywhere, but none of them go into the pockets. Nevertheless, they are impressed that you actually know how to play pool, and by your excruciatingly lovely ass.
They all laugh, a couple of them clap, and your partner says "Nice....you've played before -- we're going to beat those other guys." A couple of guys wandered over from the bar to watch, and I could see some of the couples at tables casting glances toward the pool table and laughing quietly.
The three guys took their shots, but left you with a "bad leave" -- the cue ball in the middle of the table, and all the other balls clustered down and the other end. Realizing you would have a very hard time reaching far enough to property strike the cue ball, you asked "Okay, give me the bridge stick so I can do this."
"Oh, we don't have one of those here," your partner tells you. "It's pretty annoying when you have to make a shot like that," he said, referring to your current set-up.
I'm standing over by the pool table now too, just admiring how incredibly beautiful you are in your little blue dress, and proud of your pool savvy. And wondering how long these horny guys can resist coming on to you and touching you and who knows what else. It doesn't take long.
You move around the table, leaning down in your short tight ruffled little dress, trying to find a place where you can reach the cue ball at the right angle to hit another ball, but despite your best attempts (and your lovely shapely ass being exposed as you stretched), you can't reach far enough.
Your partner, on the pretext of wanting to win, tells the other players: "Since we don't have a bridge, and she's not as tall as us, I think we should make an exception and let her crawl up on the table to make that shot!" The opponents say, half-heartedly and jokingly, "No, that wouldn't be fair. She'll have to just do the best she can...a bank shot maybe?"
The other five guys (now) standing around jeer the opponents' objections, and chant "Let her shoot, Let her shoot!" Without further ado, you partner grabs you by your lovely waist, and hoists you up onto the pool table.
You're now crouching on your hands and knees in the middle of the pool table, under the bare glaring light. Most of the other guys from the bar have sauntered over to get a better look -- and even two of the couples have come over to watch, holding hands amorously.
