Pulse

You knock on my door and take a deep breath. After what seems like an eternity I open the door. Suddenly you don't mind the wait as you let your eyes glaze my body. My soft red hair is pulled back in a ponytail, my skin kissed with freckles and my lips are glossed with a hint of pink. My neck is hugged by a black necklace and my shoulders are bare with only the hindrance of a tank top. A light blue tank top to match my eyes and it clings to my body and curves around my chest.

Your eyes trail down to my black leather skirt as it outlines the top of my legs. It ends at my fingers tips and you smile to yourself as you notice my black converse tennis shoes (such a kid). When you finally look back at my face my eyes sparkle at you and I smile sweetly. You reach for my hand and lead me to the car; open the door and close it behind me. We're silent in the car, just taking in the aroma of our wanting bodies and listening to the labored breath of our devious minds. I squirm a little in my seat, rubbing my legs together and you feel a stirring in your pants.

You park and hurry to open my door. As I'm getting out you take my hand and pull me close, pressing against me and kissing me softly. A subtle taste and we part. You close the door and smile smugly for you know how much you make me melt...I take a deep breath and we walk inside, up the three flights of stairs and out on the floor.

The house lights are dim but the band has yet to take the stage. I lead the way and decide to pass, for now, on the getting a drink. We walk through the crowd and try to get closer to the stage. I put your hands on my hips and you follow behind me until we position ourselves in the front half of the floor. I jump up and down a little and admire the "bouncing floors." You steady me and put your head down to kiss the side of my neck as I purr in your ear.

Suddenly, the lights go off and the band takes their places. Everyone claps and cheers and dances once the song begins. As the excitment rises we get pressed closer together and I can feel the warmth of your body behind me. Everyone strains to get closer and we finally we are so close that I can feel every curve in your body. A tingle rises between my legs and suddenly I wish we were alone. The next song is a little slower and the crowd starts to sway back and forward. Though the air around us cools my skin feels as if it were on fire. You grab me and pull me towards you.

My body straightens as I feel you behind me. Mmm you were obviously enjoying more then the music. I smile to myself and rub up against you, slowly and then more deliberate. Realizing what I'm doing and you push back. The friction sets us ablaze and our game continues to the slow pace of the music. You slide your hands up from my hips right under my arms and glide them along my sides, barely gracing my breasts. I press harder, pleading for you not to tease me. Still reserved, you caress me and tingle my skin.

The song changes, back to an upbeat tune and the crowd is jumping wildly. You and I stand in the middle rubbing harder. We are pressed closer yet and our hearts are beating hard like the pulse of the floor. I can't take it and I turn around. As our eyes lock, no words need to be said. The fire shines through them and beckons you to grab my hand and walk through the people. We walk calmly to the back and into the bathroom.

With little thought about the other people we fly into one of the stalls and close the door. I slam you up against the wall and kiss you deeply as I slide one of my legs in between yours. Our tongues meet with force and desire as I press closer. As my leg rubs against your hard cock you reach your hand down and slide under my shirt. Your hands are cold against my hot skin but you pull and caress my tits. They come to life under your fingers and a stifled moan escapes my mouth.

We part and you push me forcefully to the other wall. I unbutton your pants as fast as I can and pull out your dick. So warm and hard it's all I can do not to pounce on it. You tug my skirt up and smile at my lack of panties, however you don't have time to think about it because I grab your dick and push it inside my pussy. We both scream with pleasure unaware of our audience in the bathroom. You slide your cock in all the way as I spread my legs a little wider. You're so hard, you feel great inside of me. Ahhh, I can't take it, I beg you to fuck me, fuck me hard.

Eagerly you start thrusting your cock in and out of my warm and very wet body. You pound against me and I rake my fingers against your back to keep from flying out of my skin. My hair has come down and flies about my face as I turn my head from side to side moaning and gasping for air. You breathe heavy and hard as you push in and out of my cunt. All at once we're so hot, our bodies pressed hard, my nerves are waves about me and my heart feels like it's going to explode.

I feel it building inside of me, beckoning for release. It surges through me and I erupt. I cum hard letting your name roar from my lips. I feel as if I have left my body. From the tension of my pussy as it sucks your dick, you start to cum fast and deep. I wrap my legs around you and squeeze hard as your cock jerks inside of me.

Finally, you fall on top of me and we stand smashed into the wall. We're a mix of hot air and wet skin. Our eyes closed and our bodies enjoying the sensations that stream through us. The beat of my heart pounds against my skin and all I can feel is our pulse as it rages with passion.

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Rush Hour

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have a physical encounter on a bus? How about a train? Me, I'm not sure I'd have the nerve to touch an unknown woman. Would she honestly believe that my hand brushing her skirt-covered ass was an accident? Anyway, I'm not even sure women fantasize about this type of thing. Would they really want it to happen? I don't know and I guess I'm afraid to find out. But that doesn't mean that I'm not curious about this kind of kind.

I take the el to work everyday so it's not like I've just started thinking about this. All I have to do is see a woman in high heels wearing a tight skirt and my mind takes off. But as I've said, I'm not sure I could do anything but let my imagination wander. What kind of man would or could take a chance like that? He'd have to possess so much self-confidence that it would over-ride any consequences. For him, there'd be none. He'd be fearless.

I'm anything but fearless. I'm your average kind of guy. You know, one who gets crazed about referees who can't make good calls, hopes that my paycheck lasts from week to week and wonders whether or not I'm a good lover. I'm just a guy who wants to be satisfied but wouldn't mind doing some of the satisfying too. I really enjoy the look on a woman's face; doesn't matter whether she's thinking sexual things or in the grip of an orgasm. To me, she's beautiful and exciting.

But getting back to transportation encounters. I've heard about cab situations, even drove one myself for a while. I was never lucky enough to have any passengers that thought cabs were private bedrooms. I've read stories of chance meetings on trains, buses, boats and even els. Remember the scene in the movie Risky Business? All my life I've lived in Chicago and I've yet to see anyone doing anything to anyone on an el. Well, maybe a little robbery now and then. But really, the noise alone is enough to dampen anyone's thoughts on any subject except for getting home to the peace and quiet of a television or screaming kids. Well, that's what I thought until last Friday...

I caught the el-train on Wabash. It was rush hour and raining outside. All I could think about was how good it would be to get home and relax. Working in the city sometimes takes it toll and leaves me with a perpetual mind cramp. Popping open a beer would definitely alleviate this condition. That's what I was thinking about when I got on the train.

What I wasn't thinking about, for a change, was anything sexual. It had been a rough week so I was thinking that a bit of the devil's brew (tip of my hat in honor of my grandmother's description) would feel mighty fine going down. I could almost taste the Caffrey's, bitter and good. My mouth suddenly fell open and it was a good thing that none of that precious liquid really was in my mouth. There's nothing worse than a shirt reaping the rewards of a good beer.

They were standing in front of me. Rather she was. He was behind her. Both looked pretty casual but since I've already told you that I love the look on a woman's face when she's on the brink of something sexual, I could tell they were anything but relaxed.

She was a small woman with remarkable blue eyes and curly red hair. Her hands were clutching some books and it was interesting to watch how the position of those books changed due to whatever he was doing to her. He was taller, with black hair and blue eyes. One hand was holding up a paper and to any nonchalant observer, he looked engrossed in the news. Ah, but I wasn't an uninterested observer. I knew he was doing something to this woman. And he oozed self-confidence. Between the sparks he was causing and the looks she was giving, I realized that I was going to be able to find out exactly what kind of man could create a sexual scene on public transportation.

I moved back a little. I wanted to see what it was he was doing to her. I wasn't disappointed, anymore than she was. His free hand was draped over her right shoulder, fingers just touching her nipple. I wondered how thin her bra was since I could see that little button poking through her white blouse. Her hands with the books shifted to allow him access and he took her up on her unstated request. Confirmed, I thought. She wasn't wearing one. While my cock couldn't see it, my brain has a remarkable way of communicating things to my constant companion. He twitched in anticipation of what was about to happen.

The man leaned closer against her. His fingers extended further, middle one touching the covered nipple. I watched as he softly pressed it down. The affect on her was amazing. Her feet moved closer together and I could only visualize her thighs squeezing tightly with desire. Then it hit me. Could I get the nerve to try this, not just watch? I had to know. Blame it on a bad week or chalk it up to the fact that I was still a long way from home and that beer. It couldn't hurt to try, I thought.

I moved a little closer and caught the man's eye. Smiling, I looked toward his hand then back at him. He grinned back. Ok with the man, I thought. Now I looked at the woman as I touched her on the arm. Her eyes showed sexual need. I smiled with what I thought was a soft look. She offered me a faint smile that I took to mean yes. I moved closer and she slightly nodded.

By this time, the man's fingers were draped over her entire right breast. I moved so that my long jacket could cover my unplanned but seemingly welcome activities. I captured her left one. I can't even begin to tell you how incredibly soft her flesh felt -- smooth and satiny yet the center was so hard.

His hand was softly squeezing her entire mound so I took the liberty of helping him. I rolled her nipple between two of my fingers, pinching lightly while he gently squeezed. He moved even closer to her and she moved closer to me. Pinning my leg between her inner thighs, she gently rode it in time with my little pinches.

Suddenly reality set in. I was worried about being caught. I wasn't the type of guy that could forget about consequences. But I didn't have time to think about it because she took control of my cock and he let her.

She moved the books, holding them against her side. That made her breast more available to me but it also gave her a free hand. She had moved so quickly that at first I didn't realize her fingers were rubbing what was swelling against the front of my slacks. Briefly, I thought about the luck I had - normally I'd be wearing jeans. Thank God for meetings, I thought. Then all reality disappeared.

The man behind her grinned at me as his hand slid from her breast and moved lower. Her thighs gripped my leg tighter when his hand slipped under her skirt and touched her ass. I took the opportunity to sneak my hand under the front of her skirt. She slightly shifted her hold on me so that I could feel her panty-covered pussy. The material was moist and felt warm to the touch. I started to trace her covered lips with one finger and was rewarded with a firm squeeze to my cock.

At that moment, the el came to a stop. Oh no, I thought. I'm not ready to deal with real life yet. I had no choice though because people were getting up and off the el. They pushed us to the side as other people moved to take their empty seats. Me? I had no desire to move anywhere, least of all not without my erotic partners. Finally the doors closed and we were pushed even closer together. And to think that I used to hate rush hour!

The man was still doing something to her ass. I could tell because she would move against him, then push harder into me. By now, I had two fingers tracing her slit, pushing the silky material into her center core. She was going crazy. Her face had that warm glow of beginning pleasure that I loved to see on any woman's face. I wondered what my face looked like and if anyone would notice. I couldn't decide because by then, she had unzipped my slacks and moved her hand under my briefs.

The first contact of her strong fingers sent me reeling. Mine moved under her panties and touched her slippery wetness. I was able to push two fingers into her while my thumb found her clit. It was just as hard as my cock, felt like a little marble as I circled and rotated it. I wished for a second that we were alone and I could see what I was touching. Briefly, I wondered how a woman really felt about a man's cock when it went from soft to hard.

The man behind me leaned down. I had to bend forward and she had to raise her head to hear him. "It's almost time for our stop."

Our stop? I didn't have time to question them because her thumb was brushing pre-come across the tip of my cock while her fingers slid against the rim. Suddenly, she gripped me and moved her hand up and down, stroking me as I strummed her clit. My fingers moved in and out of her, little but deep movements because if you can believe this, I was still aware of the fact that someone could notice. But she was making me come. She was coming too. Her thighs held my leg tighter, she started softly gasping and then it happened. I was seeing stars as my cock exploded in her hand. I was trying hard not to moan loudly as she sagged against me. The man behind her moaned a little too and I could only wonder how he came. I saw the dazed looks on their faces just before I closed my eyes in a state of relaxation no Devil's brew could have induced.

"Lake Street, next stop. Lake." All the years I've taken the el, I've never been able to understand any conductor. I swear, they go to school to learn how not to speak clearly in those microphones and baffle all commuters. But today I understood him. Everything seemed really clear.

My stop was next. Apparently this really was theirs. She quickly moved back a little and zipped up my slacks. Good thing I was wearing a long jacket, I thought as I buttoned it.

The man behind her stepped back and casually folded his newspaper as the el stopped. He looked at me with a little smile. She pulled her skirt down and turned toward the man. "Perfect timing, eh Matt?" She turned her head in my direction. "Thanks for helping us get our weekend started." Squeezing my hand, she moved toward the opened door.

Lucky I had a handkerchief, I thought. Rubbing my hand, I thought about her rubbing my cock.

I was left to ride toward one more stop and contemplate my destiny. Out of all these people, I was the one they had found to play their 'game' with. Suddenly rush hour didn't seem such a bad ordeal to endure if there were more possibilities like this out there. But there was one question I had to ask myself. Where could I find a woman who would play games like that with me?

As I got off at my stop, someone touched my shoulder. I turned to see a woman smiling at me and I don't really have to tell you about the look in her eyes, do I?

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Sarah & Lucy

Sarah is the exact opposite in appearance to me... she has short silky blonde hair, green eyes, an all over tan, perfect breasts and a gorgeous body. I have long dark wild hair, blue/grey eyes, pale skin and small but perfectly shaped breasts with nipples just begging for a good tongue lashing! I know what we are about to do and I'm already becoming aroused, just at the thought.

We're both laying on my bed, totally naked, waiting... waiting for Mark to come in because I know he will, curiosity is going to get the better of him before much longer, and he'll come into my room to see what Sarah and I are getting up to. That's the plan anyway...

She turned to me and reached out her hand, letting her fingertips trail across my ribs. Not quite tickling, but so softly, a whisper caress. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of another woman's hands touching me for the first time. She leaned closer and softly kissed my lips, tentatively, tasting... I cant help a little soft moan from escaping. The difference between a woman's lips and a man's is incredible, so totally different!

I can feel her hand moving now, moving ever closer to my breast until finally it's cupped in her soft warm hand. She gently squeezes, and then lowers her head to the waiting nipple. I can feel her hot breath, I inhale and hold my breath waiting for that touch. Her tongue flicks out and teases my nipple. I moan long and loud at the sensation, arching my back pushing my breast into her mouth. It feels incredibly sensual.

She moves to the other breast and gives it the same attention, tongue flicking, teeth gently grazing, nibbling... driving me totally wild. I could never believe another woman could make me feel like this. This woman is arousing feelings in me I never imagined were possible. Her free hand is running all over my belly, moving lower all the time.

I open my legs slightly, aching for her to touch my pussy. She knows it too and is deliberately holding back from me, dancing her fingers closer but not touching where I need it the most. I moan again... "Please Sarah" She looks up into my eyes and smiles at me... "tell me what you want Lucy."

I try to catch her hand intending to take it to my pussy, already dripping wet in anticipation. She easily evades my hand and goes back to her teasing and taunting. Lips and teeth tormenting my nipples in turn. She's driving me totally wild and she knows it. I cant wait any longer, I must feel her fingers in that secret hot wet place. "Touch my pussy please Sarah, I'm begging you" I moan the words she wants to hear.

To reward me she glides her hand down to my pussy, tracing the outer lips with her fingertips... dipping into my dripping wet cunt with two fingers, just enough to make me want more. God that feels so good, I want more... much more. She brings her fingers up and starts to circle my clit, just barely touching. Circling closer and closer, until I'm moaning and begging her to please touch me.

I'm vaguely aware of the sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. The door opens and there is Mark, standing there totally entranced by the site of us two women and what we are doing. Its something he's always wanted to do, firstly to watch me being pleasured to orgasm by another woman and secondly to join in with us and finally when we've both been driven insane with want and need... just him and I, fucking each other madly.

I'm being teased and tormented by Sarah's talented fingers with Mark just standing there watching, enjoying the look of total abandonment on my face. My hips start to move, my moans of pleasure becoming louder and more insistent. Suddenly all movement of her fingers stop... I open my eyes and look questioningly at her. She just smiles back at me and starts to kiss her way down my belly, soft kisses, teasing licks... until finally I feel her lips graze my clit.

The sensation is electric! My eyes open wide and I moan long and loud... God that feels so good. I catch Marks gaze and I can see he's becoming incredibly aroused watching us, his cock straining against his jeans. I know he wont touch himself yet though, the tease of watching us and not allowing himself to masturbate is making him that much hotter. He just stands there leaning against the wall, arms crossed and enjoying the scene before him.

Sarah looks up at Mark and smiles at him. Then she turns her attention back to me, pulling the hood back from my clit. "Mmmmmmmm beautiful isn't it Mark?" she says softly. Slowly she drags her tongue across my clit, making my hips buck. Once, twice... stopping now to gently suck my clit between her lips. God that feels incredible.

Suddenly she slides two fingers deep in my sopping wet pussy. She curls them up and rubs my g spot firmly. All the while, alternating teasing licks with the suction on my clit. I arch my back, I cant take much more, my thigh muscles tense up and I move my hips, wanting her to fuck me with those fingers harder and deeper.

I'm moaning now, "God Sarah... please" My breathing becomes more labored... I feel like I'm going to explode in a million pieces. She responds by sucking hard on my clit, jamming those fingers deep in my pussy. I'm cumming so hard, so powerfully that my hips lift off the bed she follows with her mouth, continuing to suck my clit and finger fuck my cunt right through the most explosive orgasm I've ever experienced.

Finally I lay still, my entire body a mass of quivering nerve endings. She moves back up my body and kisses me softly and gently. I can taste myself on her lips. Delicious.

Mark clears his throat... "Well girls" he says with a wicked grin... "That was certainly entertaining!"

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Taking Annie Flirting

I've been a flirt for a long time. I've always known about the power a pair of high heels and a bit of cleavage has over men and I've used it. For nearly 10 years, I was with Luke, a man who loved seeing me flaunt my body in public and, when our relationship ended a couple of years ago, I had to relearn how to flaunt it with strangers.

"You've always got so many guys!" my friend Annie complained several months ago.

"Look, there's that guy over there, looking at you now!" she added, once when we were out having a coffee.

I was wearing a short checked skirt and a pair of black strappy high heels and his eyes were moving down my slim legs to my feet. I smiled, half at Annie, half at him, as I stretched my feet out and wiggled my toes with their crimson-painted nails.

"God, you're a flirt!" said Annie, blushing. "And, what the hell have you got on under the skirt, Christy?" she added, as she glimpsed bare flesh at the top of my thighs.

"Don't you ever wear panties?!" she asked another time, as she watched me get ready for a night out. I struggled into a tight pink leather skirt and loosely tied a white shirt across my breasts as Annie sat on my bed.

"Why should I?" I asked her. "If I do and I score, I just have to take them off. If I don't and I score, I'm ready to go!" I added, sitting down on my bed next to her.

I slid on my high heels and lay back on the bedspread, holding my knees. "There's a very simple reason why the guys follow me around like little sheep, darling!" I laughed.

"What's that?" Annie asked, reddening a little.

"This!" I said, parting my legs; I felt a need to shock Annie and this certainly did.

"For God's sake, Christy!"

"Well..." I laughed, "You watch how many guys pay attention tonight!"

At the party, Annie sat on the sofa with me and we had a little heart to heart. "I guess you're right, Christy", she said, "Just about every guy in the place has eyed your legs off tonight".

"You should give it a go, too. You're a sexy woman, Annie", I smiled, looking down at her legs in their knee length skirt.

"Well, what should I do, Christy?" she asked.

"Shall we start right now?" I said. "There's a room full of guys right here", I whispered, placing a hand on her knee.

She looked down at my hand, bit her bottom lip and smiled a wicked little grin. Slowly, we slid her skirt up together, revealing her slim shapely legs.

"How far?" she whispered.

"It works best if guys can see your panties", I replied, helping her push her skirt up further. "Wriggle around a bit, too", I suggested, "That way, your skirt will twist nicely".

As soon as she did, we noticed several guys look Annie's way and, before long, two were perched on the arms of the sofa chatting to us. With a few nods of encouragement from me, Annie wriggled some more and, before long, her green panties were clearly visible between her smooth thighs as she moved her legs.

* * *

"So, shall we go out flirting sometime?" Annie asked me breathlessly.

She'd phoned me to fill me in on what had happened after the party. She had indeed snared her man and was hungry for more conquests.

"Sure, I'd love to, Annie!" I replied. "There are plenty more tricks I can show you!"

The first place we went flirting together was a singles' ball, advertised in a fashion magazine. They offered prizes to the "Most Eligible Bachelor" and the "Sexiest Bachelorette" and we were both determined to nab ourselves a couple of the Eligible Bachelors!

"Hey, Christy!" whispered Annie, as we were queuing out the front on the night and checking out the 'competition'. "Some good looking guys here!"

Sure enough, there were guys by the dozen: dark and blonde, chunky and slender, sexy and ordinary. Plenty of girls too, mainly in pairs and groups, giggling and chatting in their high heels and skimpy party dresses.

"Are you glad I insisted?" I whispered to Annie, who was wearing a fairly daring dress, on my suggestion.

"Sort of", she replied. "I feel a bit like I'm on show at a meat market", she added, looking down at her small but firm breasts which could be seen clearly outlined through the stretchy pink fabric of her dress.

"But as long as I'm with you...", she smiled, looking me up and down.

I was in one of my most daring outfits, a black nylon minidress which covered my front respectably, but was entirely backless with just a flap covering the upper half of my butt. To lift my butt, I'd worn some strappy platforms which laced around my ankles and added almost five inches to my height.

"You did wear panties, didn't you?" Annie whispered urgently, once we were almost at the head of the queue.

"What do you think?" I smiled. "With a dress like this...?"

Once we were in, we headed straight for the bar where a couple of guys bought us drinks. A bit of chat with them, then to the dancefloor, where we could show off a little more.

"The way the back of your dress flips up when you wiggle your butt is very sexy, Christy", Annie yelled to me, above the din of the music.

I could see several guys watching my butt as I danced, so I suggested Annie give them something to look at too. "Lift the hem of your dress as you dance. Give them a tease!"

As we flirted like this, various guys came and danced with us; some asked to buy us a drink, but we stayed where we were. After five or six songs, I was hot and sweaty, and so was Annie. Her dress had become damp and it clung to her curves as she brushed her hair aside and pushed through the crowd.

"I don't know how many hands I had on my butt as I walked through that crowd!" Annie giggled as we sat back on a sofa with a drink to watch the passing throngs.

"Look at her!" Annie laughed, as a voluptuous girl went by with a bustier top which didn't quite hide her nipples. Two guys followed her with drinks. Another girl wearing very dark eye-makeup had held her breasts in with just a collection of straps which, during the day, was probably a swimsuit, but here made her look like an exotic dancer on heat.

"Now, you've got to get the attention of guys you like by making eye contact", I instructed Annie, who was looking at every guy who looked at her skimpy dress.

She sat with her legs folded under her, showing off her shapely calves and thighs and, sure enough, was soon able to attract an admirer. His name was James, a good-looking 30-something advertising type and I left him with Annie while I wandered off.

* * *

"So, honey, aren't you afraid of attracting the wrong sort of attention in a dress like that?" came a voice behind me, as I was standing by a pillar, watching the crowd on the dancefloor.

I turned to the voice and saw a guy standing a little shorter than me, slim, with glasses. At first glance, in his dark clothes, he looked quite unassuming, but with a naughty glint in his eye.

"Any sort of attention is good, isn't it? Especially in a place like this", I replied, smiling.

"So you like men admiring you?" he asked.

That got us into a great conversation about why some women love showing off and a bit of my history with Luke. Mark and I spent the next hour watching guys and girls flirt and I was starting to feel a bit horny.

"Watch that girl in the green on the dancefloor", I said to Mark. "She's dancing in a way to flirt with as many guys as possible".

She was a plain, slightly overweight girl with a halter neck bikini top which was too small for her large breasts. As she danced, she had to keep adjusting the top to keep her tits in. She had matching short shorts which kept her butt covered, but she enjoyed wiggling it any guy who came near her.

"And what do you think of her?" Mark asked me in turn. A curvy girl in a short tube dress had three guys around her. Two of the guys had their hands on her - one his hand on her butt, the other was gently stroking one of her breasts and trying to tease the dress down.

"She seems to be enjoying herself. I think the idea of having guys paw her turns her on. You can see her nipples poking through the dress". Having pointed this out, I felt my own nipples through the front of my dress. They were hard as cherry pips.

"Do you like guys groping you?" Mark asked. At this point, he hadn't laid a finger on me, despite standing very close by my side.

I looked across at him. He was smiling at me coolly, as if he didn't really care what my answer was.

"Sure", I said slowly.

"Actually, I love it", I added, breaking into a giggle. "I love a bit of public exhibitionism and I'm trying to teach a friend of mine to love it too. She's here with me tonight, but I've left her with a guy".

"So what exactly are you teaching her?" Mark asked with a big grin. "You'd be a good teacher too, I'd say".

He looked down at my legs, most of which were visible under my short dress, so I thought I'd reward him for his interesting conversation. I just giggled and lifted the front of my dress, showing him the front of my little white g-string.

"C'mon, I'll introduce you to Annie", I added, as I let my dress fall back into place and took his hand.

As we wove our way through the crowd, I could feel hands touch my butt. I was unsure if any of them were Mark and, to tell the truth, I didn't really care. We found Annie and James still sitting on the sofa and I could see immediately that she was following my advice.

"Hi Annie!" I called out as we approached.

She looked up and smiled. She was lying back on the sofa, legs apart, her panties a third of the way down her thighs. James's hand was under her dress and Annie's body was reclining right back, enjoying the sensations of being touched in public.

"Hi Christy, remember James?" Annie giggled drunkenly, as James hurriedly withdrew his hand and sat up straight.

"Of course!" I smiled. "Hey, this is Mark. We've just been looking at all the sluts on the dancefloor".

Mark laughed, and James did too. Mark's eyes were on Annie's panties, which she hadn't bothered to pull up. Her flimsy dress hid her pussy from our view, but only just. Seeing her lying on the sofa so wantonly made my own horniness magnify and I felt a desperate urge to be rid of my own g-string.

"So, Annie, what are you doing with your panties like that?" I laughed.

"What?" she slurred, drunkenly.

I knelt down near her and took the edge of her panties and started pulling. She murmured something and stretched back further, letting me pull them past her knees and off her feet. With her arms extended up, we could all see her pussy, neatly trimmed for the night, as could several other people, who stopped to look.

"Well, James, looks like she's open for business!" I laughed, as I stood up again, watching his reddening face.

I thought Annie would object to me being so crude, but she was enjoying herself and just giggled. She knew her pussy was on show and only slowly sat up and covered herself with her little dress.

"Good God!" Mark said, staring at the hem of Annie's dress which was just hiding her crotch. "Your friend's certainly uninhibited! Do you both do this sort of thing?" He looked across at me intently.

"Well...", I smiled, leading him several metres over to one side. "This is her first time".

He paused. "But it wouldn't be yours?"

I replied by leaning up and offering him my lips. He met them and we kissed, hotly, for several minutes, his hands roaming over my back and butt, under the little rear flap of my dress.

"You can take it off if you like", I whispered between kisses.

As Mark pushed my g-string down my butt, I watched Annie and James go past towards the dancefloor. Annie turned and waved at us and, through her clingy dress, I could see she was still pantyless. I pushed my g-string down my thighs and stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor.

"C'mon, let's dance!" I said, taking Mark by the hand and dragging him after me.

I felt the air on my bare pussy for the first time and it tingled amazingly. When I went dancing with Luke, he'd often ask me to take my panties off, but this was the shortest skirt I'd worn without anything at all under it.

"There are your friends!" Mark said, as we approached the dancefloor. Annie was dancing with her back to James, who was kissing her neck. His hands were around her waist, bunching her dress up above crotch level.

"Jesus, most of the guys there are getting an eyeful, huh?" I laughed, watching the men around Annie peeking at her pussy. She didn't appear to mind, but every now and then, she'd smooth her dress down, only for James to hike it up again.

"Let's join them!" I said after a few minutes, pulling Mark after me onto the dancefloor.

Annie grinned when she saw us, but made no move to cover herself. James had her dress up almost to her waist and she was writhing and moaning sexily to the music. I pushed myself up against her and Mark hugged me from behind.

"Babe, you're amazing!" I said to Annie. She just smiled, drunkenly, and pushed her breasts against mine.

I could feel Mark's fingers curling around the front of my hips, searching for my pussy, so I leaned back into him and let him find it. As soon as his finger touched my clit, I orgasmed, I was so turned on. The music and the orgasm pounded together and I moaned loudly, knowing nobody would hear.

"Did you just come?" Annie asked me, holding my waist, as we continued dancing.

"Mmmmm", I nodded, as I could feel another one coming.

Apart from Mark's fingers working magic on me, my horniness increased as I watched other couples flirting. Right near us, a guy was dancing with a girl wearing lace shorts. She had her hand down the front of her shorts the whole time as she gyrated and swivelled in front of him.

"My dress is almost off, Christy!" Annie giggled.

Sure enough, James had raised the hem of her dress so that it was bunched up under her armpits. His hands then moved to clutch and squeeze her breasts. I looked around and saw a large group of people - guys mainly - watching Annie's almost naked body wedged between James and I.

"I want a fuck, Christy!" Annie moaned, loudly enough for me - and James - to hear above the music.

James and I exchanged a look - and a smile - and we both knew what to do - it was time to go home and give Annie what she wanted. Letting Annie's dress fall back into place, he led her away off the dancefloor.

"Where are we going?" Annie complained as James held her, and Mark and I followed towards the exits.

I was excited about the prospect of fucking Mark too, so I kept a firm hold of his hand as we walked out onto the street. The cooler night air on my butt made me aware that I wasn't wearing panties and that my dress only half covered my butt with its flap of black nylon.

"Shall we have a quick coffee together before we head home?" Mark asked, as the four of us staggered down the pavement. Annie was struggling to stay upright in her very high heels and I was vainly trying to walk in a way that didn't advertise my butt to everyone.

"Sure!" answered James who was feeling Annie's butt through her dress as we walked. "What about right here?"

He pointed to a sidewalk café which was still open for the late night club trade and which was packed with nightowls. Lots of heads turned our way as Annie and I approached and Annie, despite her drunkennes, made the most of it.

"I'm enjoying this" she whispered, leaning heavily against me once we were seated at a table and had ordered.

As she said this, she stretched her legs out, giggling, and we both looked down at the almost sheer fabric that just covered her crotch. James and Mark were sitting opposite us talking together but, very soon, Annie got their attention by placing one foot up on each of their thighs.

"Annie!" James said, laughing. He could obviously see right up her dress through the glass topped table, as could Mark, who sat silently, with an amused expression on his face.

"So, I hope you boys aren't too tired!" I smiled, looking across at Annie.

After we'd drunk our coffees and had chatted for a bit, Annie started to slide down her chair a little, pushing her shoes hard up against James's and Mark's crotches. As she flexed her toes, her soles kneaded their hard cocks. The boys looked quickly at each other and grinned, then just decided to enjoy it.

"Mmmmm", Mark said to Annie, "You've got very sexy legs, you know". He stroked her foot in her strappy shoe and pressed it against his hard on. James was doing the same, and Annie had a delighted look on her face as she wriggled in her chair.

The conversation turned to Annie's legs and she enjoyed showing most of the café her long slim limbs. Then the conversation turned to her breasts, the outline of which could, of course, be seen through her skimpy dress quite easily.

"I think they're a bit small", she said, arching back in her chair and stretching her dress tightly across her chest. "What do you think, James?"

James looked at the swell of Annie's breasts and grinned, "They're not too small for me, honey!"

We all laughed and I could see that Annie needed to be taken home before she went further. Almost every group of passers-by would stop momentarily and stare at Annie stretched out wantonly, and a few guys wolf whistled and made crude comments.

"James", I said, "I think you should take Annie home. She looks pretty tired to me".

He grinned at me, thankfully, as Annie exclaimed, "But what about you and Mark? I wanna go somewhere together! I'm not ready for bed yet!"

I thought about the possibility of enjoying a foursome with James and Mark. "Well, my place is empty... why don't we go back there for a drink?"

Mark and James nodded agreement and we looked to Annie. She smiled, too, and I knew that our night had only just begun...

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Taxi Cab

Being employed with Quickie Cab in the Big Apple has its advantages and disadvantages. About the only good thing is getting to check out some of the pretty women that need taken from here to there, most to meet their lovers. Down side is the city is so damn big and most people are rather unfriendly, crappy hours to work, and no real motivation to do the job any better. But that all changed the other night with a fare I picked up.

The weather had been finicky all night, one minute raining the next it wasn't, sometimes lightning and thunder other times just wind. Going past the row of clubs I saw a young couple waiting for a cab under an awning so I pulled up and waited for them to dash to the cab. Once in they go situated and told me the destination, on the other side of town, going to be a long ride.

Looking in the mirror I saw the lady first, she was gorgeous. She had red hair that clung to her face since it was wet from the rain, sparkling blue eyes, and light freckles dusted her face. She shifted in her seat and I saw that she was wearing a long green body sheath of a dress that hung to her every curve and was split high on the sides, enough for me to see her black stockings that encased her legs. Her breast swelled with a fullness that showed they were neither too large or too small, just right for her body and her nipples were erect probably from the cold air of the cab blasting against her wet dress.

The guy seemed like a nice looking man, can most definitely see why they were together, made a good couple. He was appeared to be tall and had a solid build with dark hair and eyes. He was decked out in some dockers and a dark button down shirt.

Getting under way we began to criss cross thru traffic making our way across town. Noticing they had become quite in the back seat I checked out the mirror and found they were embraced in a passionate kiss. His strong hands were rubbing up and down her legs, causing the split to open more to where I could see the top of her lace stockings. She broke the kiss and glanced my way to catch me watching some, she smiled and had an extra twinkle in her eyes as she began to undo his pants and fish him out.

Luckily the roads were pretty much dead at this late of an hour during the week so I was able to check my mirror regularly. Next glance she was leaned down in the seat and was sucking on his cock. His head was leaned back and eyes were closed as he enjoyed the ministrations her mouth was giving to his raging hard on. Taking a side street I saw she was looking up to the mirror to see my face as she licked up and down and all around that meat of his. She moved down and licked on his balls, first taking one in her mouth and licking all around it and then moving to the other. His hand moved down and was running thru her hair as she had moved back up and began to move up and down on him.

I heard him whisper to stop or she would be drinking his cum....she laughed and said to save that for later and she crawled up him and freed her breast for him to suck on. I could hear him noisly suck those hard nipples in his mouth and looked back to see him running his hand down between her legs and come back up on her bare bottoms, no panties. A soft moan escaped her lips as undoubtedly he was fingering her while kissing and sucking her breast. When I next checked the action she was humping his hand and had her hands wrapped around his head as it was obvious that she was close to cumin. Her body went stiff and she let out a hard gust of air and collapsed against him while an orgasm racked her body.

At this time I had a raging hard on of my on but had to concentrate on driving in between peeks so there was no relief in site for me. The smell of sex was filling the cab. I think they knew I was watching cause the next time I looked back at a stoplight she was sitting facing me in the seat with her dress hiked up and fingering herself as he rolled on a condom. His body filled my view as he got ready to enter her wet, swollen pussy which I had just glimpsed. She moaned as he filled her and I saw her looking up at me in the mirror just before I had to go with a green light. The sounds coming from the back were really getting to me, she was moaning and whimpering as he moved in and out of her in the back-seat. Another light caught me (thank goodness) and I was able to look back and already see her gazing at me with those sweet eyes that were grazed over with lust as he drove harder and harder inside of her. She squeezed and played with her own breast and brought one up to lick it herself. Sadly I knew we were getting close to the destination they had gave me and didn't want this show to end. The guy began to pump faster as he seemed to be nearing orgasm and she reached down between them and began to p lay with her clit as her hips met him thrust for thrust. I heard her whisper to not waste that cum in the rubber and to let her drink him dry. Gladly he withdrew a ripped the rubber off and sat back as she advanced towards his stiff member. Moving again I could hear her slurping him and moaning. Another light I saw she was sucking him like a woman possessed and was also sliding his cock between her breast and had her finger up her own pussy manipulating it. A couple of blocks out I heard him say he was going to cum so I slowed and looked back as she jerked him off and his first spurt of cum shot out and hit her breast, then she closed her mouth around it and drank down the remainder of his cum as he filled her mouth. She moaned as her fingers danced among herself and an another orgasm racked her body as she lapped up his cum. Moans now filled the cab as I was one block away. I tooted the horn and they both looked surprised and sat up and rearranged their clothing's before making an exit. Pulling up in front of a row of apartments the lady leaned forward to pay me the fare and I turned to receive it I was looking straight down her cleavage and the mans cum was still resting there. She said that they appreciated the ride and leaned back and was out the door followed by him and up some stairs before I ever looked to make sure she paid me right.

She had the correct amount plus a very good tip. As I switched the light off and pulled off and thought this just might have changed my opinion on the Big Apple.

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