There was a long wait and we both had to go, so when one stall came open, we went in together. She sat a peed while I got ready. I lifted my skirt and pulled down my undies. Lois lifted the front of my skirt, my uncovered pussy was just a foot from her face.
“I haven’t seen your pussy before.” She said. She was fooling around, using her fingers to explore my patch of pubic hair.
“Don’t touch me or I’ll piss on you.” I said, agonizing over the need to pee.
She got up and I took her place. Her panties were still at her knees and she was lifting her skirt to pull them up. I held her skirt up and she paused while I looked at her pussy. She had shaved her pubic hair into a heart. Her little slit was open just a bit. I put my finger between her pussy lips and she squirmed away. With the way I was sitting, she was able to lift my skirt and look at my little beaver as I wiped myself after peeing. I stood and she kissed me. It became a passionate kiss that we quickly stopped when someone rattled the door, wanting to use the toilet.
We came out of the stall and heard a comment about dykes that we ignored. We returned to our spot behind the bar and our guys asked where we had been. “There was long line.” Lois explained.
The band was playing again. Henry stood behind me. I was leaning against the bar with him grinding his hips into my ass. His cock was pressing all over my butt and his hands were roaming over me. He finally reached around and grabbed my breasts through my blouse. He was kissing my neck, whispering his usual lines about how good I looked. I knew he was pandering to me, but I liked his sweet talk, hearing about what a ‘hot babe’ I was. He aligned his prick with my butt crack and was moving up and down.
“Don’t come.” I told him. “Save it for later.”
He reached into the arm hole of my sleeveless blouse and slipped his hand under my bra. He found my hard nipple and pinched it while he fondled my boob. I like that. My breasts are one of my many erogenous zones, certainly one of the best for seducing me.
He whispered in my ear, “Pick someone out.”
I knew what he meant. I decided to be bad and said, “The bald-headed guy in the black t-shirt.”
He saw who I meant. “What would you let him do to you?” He was continuing to play with my nipple.
I said, “If you weren’t here, I’d let him fuck me.” The man in question, a complete stranger, was a black man. “I’ll bet his has a big juicy cock that he can put inside me.”
“You’d like a black cock?”
“Yeah. I’ve heard they’re really big. He’d stretch me open with. He might ruin my cunt for you if he fucked me with his big cock.”
Henry had unhooked my bra and his hand had better access to my tits. The people around us could see his hands moving under my shirt.
I asked him, “You pick someone.” I pushed my ass back into his pelvis, twisting my ass against his prick.
“The little blonde dancing with the guy in the white shirt.”
“The one with the red skirt? She looks hot.” I said. “She has a cute ass and she knows it. I’ll bet she’s good in bed.”
“She’s not as hot as you, but I’d like to try her to find out for sure.”
He pulled the strap of my bra out of the sleeve hole in my blouse, down over my arm and freed it.
I said, “I’ll bet she’s not a natural blonde.”
Henry replied, “There’s only one way to know for sure.”
He was removing my other bra strap.
“What if she shaves her pussy? You won’t know for sure.”
He said, “That would be a disappointment. I like hair on a pussy.”
Boy, did I know that. I suggested shaving one time and he went apoplectic. He adores my scruffy bush. He puts his nose in my pussy hair and enjoys himself immensely.
My bra was gone. He’d removed it and dropped it somewhere. His hands went under the bottom of my blouse and were holding both of my tits. It felt really good.
“People can see what you are doing.” I said.
“I don’t care. I want them to see what a hot woman I have.”
“But you might like that blonde better.”
He said, “I might. I’d like to strip her naked and find out.”
“She’s with someone.” I noted.
“I’ll have my friends kick his ass.”
We were getting provocative with our talk.
He said, “I’d strip her and fuck her and by the time I was done, she’d be begging for more.”
“She’s dressed like she’s asking for it.” I cracked.
His mouth bit into my neck. His fingers were holding my nipples and he was pressed against my ass. “You’re asking for it too, aren’t you?”
I said, “Damn straight. You need to take me home and fuck me.”
“What if I fucked you right here.” He said.
He had moved one of his hands and it was under my skirt in the back and was probing between my legs. His fingers were on my silky panties, sliding over my crotch, feeling the heat and the wetness. I had moved my legs apart to give him access. His hand stroked over the panel of my panties, rubbing my goodies. It felt so good. I just watched the people dancing and the band playing. I was in a trance. My lover was playing with my pussy with dozens of people around. I wanted him.
I said, “You better not leave me alone. I’m so horny, I’d fuck the first guy who came onto me.”
“Where would you do it?”
I said, “See that guy on the bass guitar?”
“Yeah.”
“When they take a break, I’m going to go back into their dressing room and suck his cock, then let him fuck me.”
The guitar player was a rough-looking redneck with boots and a sleeveless shirt, not my type except for teasing Henry.
I turned and kissed Henry. “Imagine my mouth being full of the guitar player’s cum.”
That made him hotter and we kissed with open mouths and swirling tongues. We were oblivious to others around us. I did notice that Lois and Jeremy had moved off somewhere.