First time in public
I love to tease with my body, flirting with countless guys, but I've only had sex with about ten of them. I've also often fantasized about having sex in front of people, but I didn't know if I could trust anyone enough.
But one recent day, it happened unplanned.
A guy named Zack invited me to a costume party. The theme was "Games."
"What kind of people will be there, Zack?" I asked him.
Zack was a cute, stylish, and calm young man who drove a typically German car, so I wasn't surprised when he said, "Very stylish and cool; it will be very hard to surprise
these people.""You won't see what I'm wearing until we get there, Zack," I told him on the day of the party.
"I'll be in a coat and my theme will be card games," I said,
"That's it."
In the evening, Zack looked fantastic; I have to give him credit, he's a guy with style. He dressed in a shiny suit, like a card god. A silver tie, black shirt, cards in his sleeves, well done.
I wore one of his jackets, which covered me completely except for my bare legs and a few inches of cleavage. I came to the party in high heels, as usual. We got ourselves something to drink.
"So, where's the surprise?" asked Zack when we were standing surrounded by a group of his friends.
"What surprise?" asked a tall blonde girl dressed as a football
player.
"Her costume is a surprise," said Zack, taking my hand. "Let me unbutton the buttons."
"Okay," I said, "But let's do it on that card table."
We made them stop the game at the table, and I sat on the table, my legs crossed. Zack unbuttoned the buttons, and, freed, I threw the jacket at him.
"Wow!" I heard voices as I leaned back on the table.
I had found a small mesh top with no back, which I fastened with a single button at the top. Below, accordingly, mesh thongs. My little trick was to insert playing cards so that my nipples or pussy weren't visible.
"A good place for the ace of spades!" shouted one guy.
I giggled as I spread my legs wide to the sides and "adjusted" the card where he
mentioned, just a little, so that I was sure the lips of my pussy could be seen through the mesh holes.
"Who wants the first dance?" I asked the group of onlookers.
The rest of the night was great fun. From the back, it looked like I was
completely naked, so I got my share of attention. From time to time, I or someone else would pull the thongs aside, giving my pussy some fresh air.
I danced with a lot of guys; most of them groped me on the dance floor, and by midnight I had lost all three of my cards.
I was a bit drunk by then, and I let some guy sit me on the bar counter. I couldn't sit normally, so I stretched out full length on the counter on my back. The guy—I think his name was Jeff—unbuttoned the single button of my top, allowing my heavy breasts to be freed. Pretty soon, his fingers were in my thongs.
I could see that several guys and a few girls were standing around, so I spread my legs, allowing him to move my thongs aside.
"Magnificent," I replied. "A girl without clothes is always magnificent."
Anyway, one thing led to another, and before I knew anything, some guy was already on the counter and his hard cock was in my mouth. I've been told I'm pretty good at this, so I did my best under the circumstances. Still lying there with my eyes closed, I soon felt a familiar pressure on the lips of my pussy.
"Hey!" I shouted and felt the pressure go away.
Looking up, I saw it was Zack, still dressed in his shirt, but without
pants and underwear. His thick purple cock was right there in front of me. I closed my eyes again, wanting to fuck. Soon I heard a slurping sound and knew I was on my way to pleasure.
"She's fucking her friend!" said a voice.
A male voice replied, "I can see that myself!"
Zack lay on top of me and shoved his hard cock into me. He entered easily, since I was wet and slippery from all the guys touching me
earlier. I pulled my legs up so he could go deeper.
"Oh, yes!" voices from the crowd cheered, and then they turned into an indistinct noise.
The only things I knew were the hard wood of the bar counter on my back and Zack's cock moving in my vagina. I was so excited doing it publicly that I managed to come fairly quickly.
"Yes, yes, yes!!" I could hear my screams.
Zack's cock swelled even more, and I could hear my loud moan as he made his final thrusts. We held each other and lay still on the counter. The music was still playing, and I could hear the murmur of voices.
"Zack?" I asked quietly. "You won't let every guy here fuck me, will you?"
"I thought that's what you wanted, baby," he replied with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, while holding me.
"No, Zack, no. I'm only eighteen and I don't want to participate in group sex."
I still didn't know if I could trust him, but I soon found out I could. He
stood up, pulled on his pants, and helped me up. I felt dizzy from my orgasm and probably from what I had drunk.
"Okay, thanks everyone," said Zack, "the show's over."
My thongs were gone, and the single button of my top was missing, and
so, I sat there on the counter, legs dangling. One half of me started getting excited again when I saw everyone looking at me, but my other half told me, "Put something on!"
"Zack, can you give me something to cover up with?" I asked.
While he was gone, someone found my shoes and gave them to me. I slipped
into them and stood waiting, holding my tight top with one
hand and covering my pussy with the other. A few guys playfully
squeezed my ass as they passed by, and some came up to me to chat.
Pretty soon, Zack appeared again, offering me his jacket. Even buttoned up on all three buttons, it allowed my pussy to be seen, so I had to stand
with my hand in front of me.
"Can you bring me some mineral water, Zack?" I asked.
By the time he returned with the drinks, I was surrounded by a group
of guys and girls, all praising me for my bravery.
"I've always had a fantasy of being fucked on a counter," said a sensual girl dressed as a magician.
"I'll do it with you anytime!" replied a short, stocky guy, laughing.
From the mineral water and light conversation, I began to calm down
and relaxed a bit, forgetting the need to keep my pussy
covered. I caught guys taking quick glances from time to time, and of course, I didn't mind.
"My name is Steve. Come on, let's dance," said a small, chubby guy.
"Why not?" I said, "I feel much better now."
On the dance floor, it turned out Steve was a good dancer. Everyone
was watching us, and I didn't even mind that Steve grabbed my ass when he held me.
"Steve, I like the increased attention," I told him, "but this jacket is very uncomfortable for dancing."
"But you have nothing on under it, do you?" he asked.
"Really nothing," I said, smiling. "What did you think?"
"Okay," he said, "Everyone here has seen the things you do. What if we go somewhere else?"
I looked around for Zack but couldn't see him. "Where?"
"I know a nice little club where you can
have some fun and where
I'd get some pleasure watching you do it."
"It's not a strip club or anything like that, is it?"
"It doesn't seem like you're against stripping, but no, it's just a dance club."
I couldn't see Zack, so I thought I'd go with Steve. Steve took my hand, we left the dance floor and went outside. I enjoyed feeling the cool air between my legs as we walked down the streets and got into Steve's car.
In the car, even with my legs together, it was impossible to sit modestly, so I didn't worry. I let Steve's fingers wander all over the length of my thighs and pussy on the way to the other club, and by the time we got there, I was wet again.
"You know," said Steve as he stopped the car, "I'd like to fuck you right here, in the car."
"I know, Steve," I laughed. "Everyone wants to fuck me. Let's dance first."
As soon as the bouncer at the door saw me flash a bit of pussy under the jacket, we were let in. Some guy brought us both drinks while I sat on a high stool, chatting with Steve.
"You know, many people are passing by, looking at you," Steve remarked.
I giggled, "I know. A girl without panties always attracts."
"You like it, don't you?" asked Steve.
"I've always liked being on display, Steve, but I've never been so bold before. I've never gone to a club without clothes and sat on a stool like now, with my vagina on display."
Even talking about it openly and using the word "vagina" for Steve, I began to feel incredibly horny. He understood it immediately.
"You're craving sex now, aren't you?" he said, smiling.
"How can you say that?" I asked, blushing a little.
"Well, you haven't stopped touching yourself while we were chatting."
I blushed as he chuckled, brought my hand to his mouth, and licked
the tips of my fingers. He looked down between my legs, where my shaved pubic mound
was still glistening from my own juices.
"Mmmm, you're really wet there. Let's show you off on the
dance floor."
He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the stool.
"No, Steve, that's too much!" But just as I said it, I could feel
the blood rush to my pussy as I staggered in my heels.
"How about a few twirls, unbuttoned?" asked Steve as he led me onto the dance floor.
"Let's just dance a little, okay?" I said, dragging him to a dark corner.
Once we were there, he pressed me tightly against him, his hands moved to my ass, under
the thrown-back flaps of my jacket.
"Good view?" I asked, laughing, when I caught him looking down at my cleavage, which was easily noticeable through the jacket's lapels.
"Mmmmmm," Steve muttered, unbuttoning the top button.
I thought for a moment whether I should let him go all the way and decided I would let him if he went.
"Do you mind?" he asked when he got to the last button.
"At least the guy has manners," I thought, nodding and smiling, while looking around to see if anyone was watching us.
The dance floor was crowded, and it seemed like hardly anyone noticed us because Steve was still pressing me against him. We danced for a while with the clothing completely unbuttoned, still staying in the dark part
of the dance floor. I began to enjoy the feeling of my bare breasts pressed against Steve's chest, my nipples gradually hardening.
His hands began to remove the jacket from my shoulders. I wondered whether to let it fall.
"Are you trying to undress me completely?" I whispered in Steve's ear.
"Isn't that what you want? What if I take your jacket off right now?"
"I've never danced with a naked woman publicly before," he muttered. I
could feel the hardness in his pants as I pressed my stomach against them
and it gave me courage.
"I've also never danced naked with a person," I replied, glancing at the dance floor to see who noticed us.
By now, quite a few people were dancing nearby to get a better look. Steve began to spin me, and as I danced more energetically, I enjoyed the feeling of my breasts shaking and swinging freely. My free hand began to move to my stomach, and I liked seeing my painted nails caress lower and lower. I was glad to see that Steve easily took the initiative, so I was under his full control.
As the music pulsed, there was something like a crowd around us watching, and people
clearing the dance floor to give us space. The DJ switched to a song that was like a tango in tempo, and Steve began to dip me low.
"Let me lead you," he said, "You won't fall; don't worry."
Suddenly, I could see what Steve wanted me to do. He would hold me a bit behind my back while I slid low to the floor and I was supposed to lift one leg in the air.
"I'll expose myself too much if I do that," I hissed at Steve.
"So what?" was all he said with a smirk, continuing the dance.
He was right. What else did I have to hide? So we kept going, dancing
to the tango rhythm and then, Steve dipped me low, my leg flew into the air. I could see guys craning their necks to see everything, and it was a fantastic feeling to have such power over them.
"Next?" asked Steve when the song ended and a salsa-style melody began.
I looked at the people around us and saw they were waiting for more.
Suddenly, I began to feel shy and scanned the dance floor for the jacket. It was gone.
"Steve! My jacket is missing," I whispered, clinging to him.
"Enough?"
I nodded and did my best to