Jamie sat perched on the stool, her stilettos still hooked on the foot bar. Her white minidress was bunched up over her hips, exposing her naked ass. Jamie leaned forward over the table, her head down on her arms. The swell of her breasts shone thru the side of her dress in the black lights of the club. She was exhausted and could feel cum oozing out of her pussy and down her leg. But she did not care, she began to tremble and cry in emotional turmoil. She only realized the presence of someone when she felt his hand on her back. Her heart beat quickened as she tensed, then a familiar voice spoke in her ear.
"What happened to you? Why are you in such a mess?" It was a guy they met on this trip. He and another guy shared the cabin next to theirs. Jamie's husband said they were a gay couple. Relieved it was someone she knew, Jamie relaxed and felt her anxiety wash over her. Between sobs, she told him about being groped on the dance floor and not being able to find her husband. She was too embarrassed to tell him she got fucked but it seemed like he understood. He held her hand as she got off the stool and smiled at her.
He watched as she smoothed down her skirt, tugging the dress over her firm ass. Jamie was a slender girl with large breasts and was often called a human Barbie doll. After tonight's experiences, her nipples were hard and engorged. She had lost her panties on the dance floor so the sheer minidress was clinging to her firm C-cup breasts and round ass without any lines. Her wavy black hair was a mess with that "just-fucked" look. She stood unsteadily on her 4inch heels so he stood up to steady her. She faced him and smiled to say thank you but changed to an embarrassed look. She modestly tried to cover her erect nipples by crossing her arms. This only boosted the nipples higher and strained them more against the fabric. He made some small talk as he brushed his hands over her nipples to smooth out the dress.
He smiled, "Feeling a little perky are we?" Jamie blushed and felt a tingle as her sensitive nipples got even harder at his touch. She tried to distract herself by telling him about their honeymoon thus far and her plans for a family and how she wanted to be pregnant when they returned from this trip. Inwardly, Jamie worried that she might be pregnant but not with her husband's child. That thought set Jamie into sobs again and she rested her head on his shoulder. Her nipples brushed against his chest and set her nerves tingling. Jamie thought, I'm so glad he's gay. It's nice to be able to touch a man and not worry about getting fucked.
The "gay couple" had heard the gossip about their relationship. Nothing was further from the truth. But it seemed like women were much more available if they thought you were gay. So they encouraged that perception throughout the trip.
He moved close and placed his lips against her ear, "It's ok girlfriend, no one can see us here. We can sit here until you get settled down."
Jamie replied, "I need to go pee though". He nodded his understanding and looked around. The ladies room was on the other end of the club, well lit and thronging with people. Then noticed some empty beer bottles.
"How good is your aim?" he asked as he indicated the bottles. Jamie looked, thought about it a second then nodded her agreement.
"I can do it." she said. He retrieved some bottles and placed them on the floor under her. Jamie began to squat over the bottle then stopped,"I can't...I am afraid I'll fall over."
He laughs, stand up facing her and holds her hands as she squats down. He watches her skirt slide up her over her ass as it approached the beer bottle. Jamie tells him she can't see the bottle. He squats down with across from her and tells her to place her hands on his shoulders. With both hands free, he holds the bottle under her pussy. She is off balance so he cups her ass with one hand and rests the bottle opening against her pussy. His other hand holds the bottle under her. He gently pushes the bottle against her lips and is surprised when it slides inside her without any reaction from Jamie. She settled lower into her squat and then whispers in his ear, "I think I pushed the bottle inside me". She giggles, pulls the bottle out and a deluge of urine erupts. Most of it splashes on the bottle and over his hands. Her urine is warm on his hands. After she finishes, Jamie realizes she has nothing to wipe with so he suggests she just stand and air dry since no one can see them here. Jamie slowly stands up and gathers up her dress under her arms. She giggles at thrill of exposing her pussy to him. All thoughts of her husband are gone. In fact, she hopes he does not find her now or she would have a lot of explaining.
He says now he has to pee but his hands are wet with her pee.
Jamie offers to help, he is gay so she does not see any problems. They turn face-to-face and she pulls down his pants, pulls out his dick. She is enjoying the clean look of his smooth shaved cock. Still standing in front, she points his cock at bottle and revels in the sensation of his pulsing cock in her hands. He finishes and she puts the bottle down. His uncut cock is hanging out and he tells her she has to clean up before putting it away. He instructs her how to clean his cock.
"Hold it firm in one hand and lightly stroke the tip until the droplets stop".
