Friday night quickie

Just a quickie about Friday night. I said I wouldn’t get long-winded about nights when nothing unusual happened, but I thought I’d mention this.

Sat in a club, legs apart, knickers on display, dribbling gently and waiting to see who |I might attract when I noticed half a dozen lads watching me from by the bar. I gave them a nice smile, and then (as I always do when I’ve got a dedicated watcher or watchers, turned to face them properly, and opened a bit wider, so they knew it was deliberate and for their benefit.

They seemed to like it and it made me turn up the heat a bit too, so I thought they could probably see my knickers steaming, never mind getting wetter. That’s the trouble with flimsy, see-through white. Doesn’t really show the wetness as much as, say, red or yellow, or even a more solid white.

Still, in the bright flashes of strobe white lighting, you can see my pussy a lot more clearly.

So Roger says, anyway.

He went to the bar, got a drink, checked the view ( he still loves looking up my skirt, even after all these years and all those views. Cute, no?) and had the usual is that your wife conversation, and then the don’t you mind her showing her knickers in public, followed by she’s hot, and then I’d love to give her one, and when he says go and ask her, they usually do.

Anyway, they didn’t. One of them came over and said what’s the point of showing off your knickers? Why don’t you just show us your pussy? Well, I love a challenge. So I stood up, reached up under my skirt (it wasn’t far), pulled them down, stepped out of them and held them out to him. ‘Careful’, I said, as he reached out and took them with a really very reassuringly goofy look on his face, ‘Careful. They’re very wet.’ Then I sat down, smiled across at his mates to make sure they were paying attention and opened my knees wide.

Rog said the light was so bright where I was sitting that you could see up my skirt very clearly. I could see them all doing double-takes and nudging each other very clearly too, and I thought I can handle you lot. There were five of them, all young, and I bet not one of them would last beyond 5 minutes. Half an hour isn’t a big fuck, is it.

As it was, two had girlfriends in the bar, one had left a young child and its teenage mum at home while he came out on the piss, and one of them was trying to decide whether or not to tell the rest he was gay. That’s what Rog thought, anyway. The last one didn’t want to split with his mates, so they all wandered off, and I had to find another target.

Didn’t take long with my pussy in public view like that. Interestingly, his name was Roger too, which made him my 13th, according to Rog, who keeps score like that, and it was a lucky night for him, because I’d got so wet sat around showing off my pussy that when he leaned me over the bonnet of a nice silver Golf GTi and slipped his cock in, I almost swallowed him whole, and had to forgive him him for cumming on the spot.

Christ, he said in my ear, and then Christ again, pumping long hot spurts up inside me. He didn’t last much longer the second time, to be hone, and when he said Jesus, is she always this wet over my shoulder to Rog, I jut came anyway, even before he did. Which was very nice, because he managed to keep going long enough for me to join him when he filled me the second time.

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