And it's spreading.
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It was a first for me. I had never done online dating. Part of me still thought it was a sign of being desperate. Even the casual apps just... turned me off.
But after two years with Raymond and six months without a date I felt... unwanted. Unattractive. Like the breakup was my fault (and it certainly was not!).
And so it was pretty shitty when my date, Luke, bailed on me. No call, no text. No word at all. Just didn't show up. A guy was breaking it off with me before we ever even met.
You can imagine just how wonderful I felt.
I sat at the bar for a good thirty minutes before I gave up. I finished a local beer and I was going to call it a night. I'd go home and watch something depressing and sulk. And that would be that.
I stepped out the door to leave when I heard some laughing to my right. A pack of people- I don't know, about a half dozen, were walking through the street as the last rays of sunlight stretched over the town.
And they were all totally naked.
Men and women, they laughed as they walked. They held onto each other by the arm, by the waist, by the shoulder... They were close. And they didn't care who saw them.
They were walking away, and I only saw their butts as they were going to turn the corner. But there was not doubt. They were naked!
Two women made the turn last, and one of them looked back at me as she rounded the building. She brushed some brown hair out of her face as she looked back, and I swear to God it was right at me. She was tall and wispy, and for a brief second as she looked back at me she smiled.
It was crazy.
So I went back inside.
Even with the nearby college that was a bit much. I walked up to the bartender, a guy probably over forty with a beefy build and a face that looked like he'd seen more than a few fights. "Is there some sort of naked walk tonight?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Naw. Why, you were looking for one?" He tried to hide it, but I noticed him give me a once-over. I was annoyed more than flattered. I'd dressed pretty and cute that night, with a light sleeveless dress that went down almost to my knees. I wore that along with some black flats and matching plastic frames. Sexy came after a first date.
Anyway, I ignored the bartender's stare and was about to head out when a guy almost bumped into me as I turned. "Hey," he said. "Are you alright?"
I looked at him. He was holding a beer, another brew from the same local label I bought earlier. He looked... average. Brown hair, average height, average weight... Plain? Looked like a young mid-twenties, so "boy next door," I supposed.
"Yeah, I'm just..." I trailed off.
"I saw you sitting there, and when you came back I just- just wanted to make sure you were okay." He offered a small, genuine smile.
It's weird how a little kindness when you're feeling at your worst can really change your outlook.
"I'm fine," I said, suppressing a smile. "Thanks."
"That's good," he said warmly. "Do you want to stay for a drink?"
That time I caught myself eyeing him over.
"Sure," I said. I didn't have any plans.
We sat down at a booth away from the bar. It was quieter there. And more intimate. I wondered what it was about this guy that was drawing me to him.
We opened up with a bit of small talk. Work. How long we've been in the area. Interests. The basics.
His name was Chuck. He was cute. He might not have caught my eye at the bar that night normally, or online, but... I really enjoyed just sitting there and talking to him. He had a nice, smooth voice that I just wanted to hear keep talking.
A waitress came over after we settled in. She was cute and curvy with big breasts, tight shorts, and a shiny nose piercing. I'm sure she was popular at the bar. "Can I get you two anything?"
Her "you two" sounded so intimate already. Chuck ordered another. I did too. She left with the non-chalant professionalism that comes with working in the service industry.
"So, I don't mean to pry..." he started.
"But..." I smiled.
"But, were you supposed to meet someone tonight?" His eyes looked innocent enough, but the question was clear.
I decided to be honest. "Yeah," I nodded gently with a little shrug.
"Boyfriend?"
"No!" I said. Shit, I thought. "No, I just... I was going to meet someone. First time."
"Stood up on a first date?"
I sighed. "Yeah..."
The cute waitress stopped back in just then to drop off our drinks. It cut the tension of the moment and gave us a distraction. We both took sips of our new drinks, admiring the taste.
"To leave you waiting..." Chuck continued "Guy must be crazy." His look was gentle, and he held me with his eyes.
I laughed a bit when he said that. "Thanks." I gave him a look that said... well, I wasn't even sure what at that point. But it held a little bit of mischief in it. So I told him more. Daring him to go on. "My first date since I broke up with my boyfriend five months ago."
And he did go on. "That guy must also be crazy. You've met a lot of crazy guys."
The attention was a turn-on. Normally I'm pretty reserved at bars, and I had dated my boyfriend since shortly after I turned twenty-one. Any guy that flirted with me usually just got the brush-off. But suddenly I found it... Interesting.
I took a sip of my beer. My mouth was slow and deliberate on the edge of the glass. "Coming on pretty hard there, you think?"
"Maybe," he said as he took another drink. "Just wanted to make sure you felt appreciated."
I knew he wanted me. And I could feel it. Not just in my head, but in my body. Between my legs... I was wet! And it had been so long since I had sex. I took another drink. Fuck it, I said. I was going to go home with this guy. I deserved a good lay.
I slid him a sly grin. "How appreciated?"
He got it. "Very appreciated," he said slowly.
I slid next to him. I was feeling like a kid at Christmas, finally going to get her gifts. I slid up right next to him in the booth. "And are you appreciated?" I asked.
If you knew me, you'd know I wasn't that aggressive. Not sexually, anyway. But I felt... I don't know, "naughty" is the best word for it, I suppose. It made me put a hand on his thigh and stare into his eyes. A challenge and a call for what would happen next.
"I'd like to be," he said. He squirmed a bit. Was he getting as turned on as I was?
I stroked his thigh. Where before he was playing it cool, that all went away. His jaw went slack and... I mean, it was just his thigh. I was suprised to see just how into it he was getting.
It made me feel pretty damn good.
By then I knew I was going to sleep with him. I'd scratch the itch. Get him inside me and... God, it was hot! I knew he wanted it, too. So I moved my hand up his leg to his crotch. I grabbed him through his pants, and I could feel his prick hardening in his pants. Hardening for me. He sighed. I massaged him, feeling his manhood grow harder and stronger.
Because of me.
Damn, it felt good to be wanted again.
We kissed. I was never this bold in public, but I wasn't thinking about anyone else but Chuck. He was so hard, but his pants... So I started unzipping his fly. Most of the time a guy doesn't object to that, and Chuck certainly didn't then. I was shaking. I don't think I was so much nervous as just so eager that I was hungry to hold him, to know how much power I had over him right then.
A zip down and then I reached into his pants. Chuck was wearing boxers ("better to let the boys breathe" my ex said- but fuck him, I thought). I slid in and found hot, hard meat. Chuck sighed as I grabbed his prick and pulled it out of his fly. He kissed me again, harder, and we made out as I tugged at his flesh. I brought my other hand around to grab him with both hands. I'm sure the soft skin of my hands felt good to him- the skin of his cock was nice and smooth, too.
I kept stroking. He let out sounds of pleasure as we kept kissing. The whole thing was crazy, but crazy hot. I was jacking a stranger off, right there in the bar, going to make him cum all-
And that's when I realized that he could make a big mess.
A voice in my head offered a solution. "Swallow it," the voice said. "He'll love it."
HE would love it, I thought. But would I? I'd be blowing a guy I'd just met, in a bar. A regular bar, not some shitty dive. We'd get kicked out or arrested, and- and it just wasn't a "good" thing to do!
And I was a "good" girl.
A good girl who was suddenly getting really wet thinking about sucking that guy's cock in a booth at a bar.
I stopped making out for a second to lean back and look down. The lighting was terrible, but I could see Chuck's hard flesh staring up at me. It would be so easy. But slutty. Had I even been talking to Chuck for an hour yet? And I was thinking of sucking his dick?
I was. And it made me so fucking hot.
Thinking of his hard prick in my mouth, running my tongue over it, feeling him run back to my throat, knowing I'd make him cum and give him an unforgettable experience... It was the sexiest thing that I had ever dreamed of.
And the opportunity was right there in my hands.
"Do I suck cock?" I said aloud to myself.
Chuck thought I was talking to him. "Hell yes," he said.
It was weird, hearing that. He was affirming that yes, I suck cock. I certainly did before then. And I could right then. Because I sucked cock. Eileen the red-headed cocksucker.
And Eileen the red-headed cocksucker went to work.
I scooted back so I wouldn't have to bend over so sharply. I was almost laying on the bench of the booth as I brought the one pink eye to my face. I smiled, not to him, but to myself, just as I took him into my mouth. I wanted to do it, and I didn't give a damn about anything else. I was a sexual badass.
"Oh shit!" Chuck let out. "Shit yeah..." he said, more quietly. I was annoyed for a second, worried that we'd be found out. But the moment overrode everything. Being there, sucking him, blowing him, fucking him with my mouth in the middle of that bar- the sun wasn't even down yet! Would I be doing that in the beer garden, I wondered. Where everyone could see me... Taking his cock in my mouth, on display for all to see...
My panties were so wet. I needed to get some attention for myself. My hand went down to the hem of my dress and pulled up. I got the material up to about my waist, enough where I could slip my hand down in the front of my panties.
Heaven.
Chuck could probably feel the difference before he saw me touching myself. It was hard to keep toying with him in my mouth. My fingers felt so good as I reached for my little button- like, better than ever!
But Chuck, Chuck was a gentleman. "Come here," he said as he gently moved back from my mouth. He patted the back of the seat next to him. "Let me." He actually stopped me from giving him a BJ!
I moved back up and near him, my dress still hiked up. His hand reached down to my thigh and slipped up, finding the edge of my panties. He pushed the damp material aside and slid his fingers between my lower lips.
It was amazing. Even though it was clumsy, it still felt fantastic. I probably let out some extra sound myself just then. But I couldn't help it. I tasted how good it was feeling, and I wanted more.
I moved Chuck's hand away and lifted myself off the seat so I could slide my panties down. I hadn't trimmed recently since I didn't plan on hooking up with any guy soon. I only thought about that for a second before Chuck's hands were on me again and the world was awash with good feelings.
"That easier?" somehow I got out.
"Yeah," he said. "How's that for you?"
"Shit!" I said as a wave jolted through me. I reached out for his cock. I got a grab, but I wanted to play with his balls, too. I pawed at the material and he got the message, lifting up to drop his own pants and underwear. My hands were all over him and we kissed again. We were going at it hard and fast, like we were on my sofa at home and not out in public. But we didn't care.
"I want you so bad," he said between kisses.
I would have said that same, but it wasn't true. He may have wanted me, but I NEEDED him. I needed his cock.
I rolled over his body to face him, planting my feet on either side of him on the bench. I grabbed his pole and guided him to my hot hole. He slipped in easily. We started fucking in the bar.
Chuck slipped his head back and closed his eyes. I moved my head back, too, but I noticed something: a tall man, probably six-six, stood not far away just watching us. About our age with a preppy look and a big nose.
I did the only thing I could. I smiled.
His jaw dropped. I squatted up and down on Chuck's cock, watching him and turning to look at our visitor.
It was shaping up to be the hottest, wildest sex I'd ever had.
"Like this?" I asked, to both men!
"Hell yeah," Chuck said.
The tall man just nodded quietly.
I bit my lip at him. I wanted to see if his cock was as big as he was. I gestured to it with chin and glanced down with my eyes. He stared back and started the motion of unzipping his fly.
He paused. I nodded and smiled. And he whipped it out.
It was big, but the hardness surprised me. He was already like a rock. I did that to him. The sexual power I was feeling was overwhelming. Two men, going crazy, all for me. (The cock sliding in and out of me wasn't too bad, either!)
Then I saw the waitress.
She was still just as cute, with her brunette bobbed hair and big boobs. Tan legs in tight shorts. Sexy but cute. Like me. I smiled at her, too.
"You- you can't do this..." she said, the uncertainty and nervousness clear in her words.
I ignored her. I looked back at our watcher and licked my lips. Chuck seemed to have noticed him too, but he gave no sign of giving up. He wanted my pussy no matter what was going on, just like I needed his cock the same way.
And then I got an idea. I wanted to fuck and suck.
With some willpower I rolled off of Chuck. I slid out of the booth, making no effort to adjust my dress, which was so far up on me and folded that it was showing my belly button. My red-haired pussy was clear to see. The waitress was gone, though. I would've liked to have seen her reaction.
I heard Chuck moving to follow me out, but my eyes were on the tall guy. "Show me your body," he said.
I grinned and pulled the dress over my head. I let the green-and-blue material hit the floor. It was the last dress I would ever wear.
My bra was a pale gray. I unsnapped it in the back and drew it forward, freeing my modest breasts. I threw that somewhere with about as much care as I did for the dress. Realizing that I was pretty much naked except for my flats, I kicked those off. The cool wood of the bar's floor felt good on the soles of my feet. Aside from my glasses and a little bit of jewelry, I stood there naked before two strangers, driving them wild with the shape of my body and the power of my will.
Just like nature intended.
But just as I had them, they had me. I wanted to suck that big cock. I wanted Chuck to keep fucking me. "Come here," I said to Big Cock. I looked behind me to see that Chuck had taken off everything but his shirt, and his erection was still strong and proud. I leaned over the table and planted my hands on it. I spread my legs and left room for Chuck to slide up behind me and re-enter my moist slit.
And it felt so good to have him back in me again.
I eagerly took Big Cock into my mouth when he got close. I couldn't fit everything in, but I grabbed him and played with him with my fingers and tongue, bringing him pleasure as- God, what I was feeling right then from Chuck is indescribable.
Chuck had picked up the tempo. Now that we had room for fucking each other's brains out he wasted no time. I tried to keep licking and sucking, but it was so hard (so hard!) as I kept getting it good from behind.
It hit me that Chuck was goign to cum. Inside me? The thought of that turned me on in a way I never thought before. I never did that. I never slept with a guy without a condom! But I wanted it. Needed it. His cum.
I let the cock go from my mouth so I could call back to Chuck. "Fuck me!" I said. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
His pace picked up even more. "Unnnnnh!" I let out. "Keep... going...!"
"I'm..." Chuck started. "Un!" He had a weird pause, and his pace changed some. I couldn't really feel it inside me, but Chuck's actions told me all I needed to know. He came inside me.
So I came. Hard.
Our juices mixed together in my body. I didn't care about the consequences. What was meant to be would be. Because it all felt so fucking good.
I leaned hard against that table, catching my breath and coming to my senses. I heard more voices, closer. As Chuck pulled out, I heard cheers. I looked up and saw that we were no longer alone.
A group had gathered. Some just watched. Some had cell phones out. And with cell phones out that meant... It was out. Somebody would post it online, and that was it. It would be everywhere.
I wasn't a slut. I'm not a slut. I just want to do what I want to do, and no one has the right to make me feel bad about it.
And... I realized how sexy it was. All of those eyes were on us. On me. How many cocks got hard watching my breasts shake as Chuck slammed into me? How many men admired my legs and followed them up to my red-haired pussy, wishing they could be in me too?
I wondered why I didn't just go into the sex business years ago. I couldn't remember feeling so good in my life.
I lived it up. I stood up and arched my back slightly, ever-so-sexily. Flashes went off. People took pictures. I was the sexiest woman in the room right then, and maybe a new amateur porn star.
Chuck had walked over to the crowd and was casually talking to them, still naked. To my other side I saw Big Cock, and he was naked and just what I needed.
I smiled up at him. I'd feel him in my pussy, too. I stepped back and lifted myself up to be on the booth's table. A trail of cum slid down my thigh, and I fingered it up. I thought of porn stars and what they would do... So I widened my eyes and licked Chuck's cum from my fingers. I gave a nice smile and sound of pleasure as I looked at Big Cock.
"I wonder what you taste like," I said.
"Let's find out," he said.
God, he was big. But not too big. He slowly worked himself inside me as I moaned it up. Everyone knew what we were doing by then, so why not? Maybe another guy would want to step up with his cock... Having another in my mouth didn't sound bad at all.
I was distracted by another moan- another woman's. I leaned up as Big Cock was still slowly building momentum so my body would get used to him. I looked past him to see the big-breasted waitress with a guy standing behind her. He reached to her front, pushing up her shirt and cupping her breasts. Her bra came loose, and then one of her gorgeous breasts popped free. His hands were over her, full flesh with a luscious pink nipple. The man's hands kept going, and soon he lifted the shirt and the bra up, totally freeing her beautiful bosom. She raised her hands, letting him lift her shirt and bra up and over her, and off.
I had a mini-orgasm right then. Big Cock picked up the pace and sent my world spinning. I looked back over and the waitress was making out with the guy from behind her. Her shorts started sliding down, exposing her full ass cheeks in a thong. She looked beautiful in those as her denim hit the floor. Her panties had to go, too. And they did. My pussy flared in heat when I saw that I wasn't alone in being naked and sexy, when I knew that I had found a partner to revel in all of it with.
I never thought women were attractive in that way before. But that moment was full of a lot of firsts.
But we weren't alone. A quick look around showed a number of cocks out, guys just grabbing their own junk, a woman blowing her boyfriend, and one guy going down on another. We were getting into it!
And Big Cock fucked me. Up until then, we were having sex. He was in me, and my slick pussy covered his pole. But he really turned it on then. He pounded into me, building up to our big moment. "FUUUUCK MEEEE!" this good girl screamed. This good girl's feet bounced up in the air, recorded by so many cameras, as this good girl's pussy got filled up again with the cum of a stranger.
I fucking loved it.
I came harder than before, harder than ever. It was almost like the wind was sucked out of me, it was so overwhelming. The physical sensations were amazing, but the mental, the want and desire for our bodies, our juices, to be one, that capped it. I rode high as Big Cock pumped the rest of his load into me.
As the room started to make sense again, I looked and saw a guy fucking the waitress from behind. Her beautiful, big breasts swayed as the man entered her from behind. God, she was beautiful. I could admire a woman's body before, but... I wanted this woman. I'd crossed so many other lines that day in pursuit of pleasure. What was one more? Nothing wrong with it. Just new. I wondered what it would be like to touch another woman's pussy... To kiss it... To have her kiss mine, knowing exactly where to touch to make it feel soooooo goooood...
Without even realizing it I had knuckles deep inside my pussy, Big Cock long since gone. But his gift remained, and I felt his fluids on my hand as I toyed with my cum-filled sex. One guy with glasses was standing close by, recording me with his camera. Suddenly aware of him, I looked his way and... winked at the camera. I scooped up some cum, brought it to my mouth and... it was amazing. I licked my fingers of every drop. The taste was so different and better than any cum before. Sweet, almost, but still savory. And knowing the journey those juices took gave me a mini-climax as I drank them in and thought about them.
I would have taken that guy's cock right then, but then I heard the waitress. She moaned and the man behind her stiffened as he jetted his sperm into her. I held my breath as their faces slackened and their spirits soared together while their bodies connected and exchanged their life fluids. It dawned on me that we were all going sex crazy then, but I didn't care. I just enjoyed the road it took us to.
The man pulled out of her and I found my chance. I stood up from laying back on the table, and my feet padded across the cool floor. She was naked except for her jewelry, like the cute little ankle bracelet she had. She still leaned forward onto a table for support, breathing heavy, chest heaving. I walked around her, gently trailing a hand along her backside, down to the curve of her round cheeks, and in, looking for-
There. The trail the man left behind. Wet and sticky. I brought it to my mouth.
And sweet.
She saw that. Her eyes were wide. Surprise? Fear? I needed to show her the way, even though I was learning it myself. I brushed some strands of hair out of her face, and leaned in close. She stood still, watching me, as my lips brushed hers.
I never kissed a girl before. She was so soft, so smooth. Not even a hint of stubble, but... that's to be expected. She didn't respond, not at first. But after a few seconds of persistence on my part, she kissed back. Slowly, uncertainly at first. Her thoughts were probably echoes of my own: was I really doing this? What made me want this so bad?
By the time she slid her tongue out to caress mine I knew that she was ready for what was next.
I felt one of her full, luxurious breasts. I fingered her nipple, and she gasped in my mouth. We rose up, her ass no longer pointed out, to stand and embrace each other as we kissed. The eyes of the room were drawn to us, the cameras recorded our dance together.
It was my turn to gasp when she reached down and brushed my lower lips. She was getting into it! She was likely up for anything then, but I wanted to taste her first. I thought it would be easier to accept a woman going down on me than me going down on a woman, and I wanted to do it before I chickened out.
I led her up to the table. Her face asked a question that mine answered without a word. She put her arms behind her and raised her plump ass to rest on the table. I spread her full thighs and found the trim patch of hair pointing down to her hidden delights.
I bent over, lowering my face toward her sex. I could see her, and then I could smell her. My pussy never smelled like that. It was familiar but sweet. I was actually salivating as I hovered over her mound.
"But you're not a lesbian!" a voice said in my head. "You don't do this!"
But labels didn't matter. I wanted to do that, more than anything. I wanted to have the most sexually amazing night of my life. So for the first time, I put my face between a woman's legs and licked her pussy.
I touched her labia first. I guess I started a bit clumsy, but in a second I found my way between her folds. Then, without a doubt, I was licking pussy. No reason to hold back.
I found the little pearl hidden under skin, and my tongue pressed along its smooth surface. The waitress moaned and I felt a hot pulse between my own legs from thinking about what I was doing for this woman. Her taste was like her smell, sweeter than I pictured, and incredibly addictive. There were salty bits there, likely the cum of her recent lover. My tongue sampled and added to her slickness as I gave my all into driving her mad.
But the heat in my loins didn't fade. I stuck my ass up in the air higher and turned around. "Somebody fuck me," I said, a mix of command and plea.
The cameras were still recording us. Would anyone step up, I wondered. But then I heard boots behind me, and the tall, bald bartender was there. He unzipped his fly and dropped his pants revealing a large, ready erection. I smiled back at him and then went back to focusing on the waitress.
He slid in smooth, but God he was big, too! I was there, bent over, fucking these two people, taking my third cock in under an hour. And I'd let him cum in me too. Hmmmm, I moaned into the pussy I ate.
It was wonderful. I completed the circle, giving everyone sexual satisfaction. It went by in a fast, pleasured blur. I saw flashes of cameras going off and other random sounds. Were other people fucking? I couldn't tell. But I sure as hell was fucking, and with the bartender pounding into me faster I started to cum hard.
So did he. I couldn't tell exactly when he did it, but I did notice when he tensed up and slowed down, easing the last of his fertile fluid into me. He pulled out and rubbed an affectionate hand on my ass. Our mixture trailed down my leg. He stepped back and I was about to squat to better finish the waitress when another hand came and held my backside up. Suddenly another cock slipped inside me, and my mind went through the roof.
I wanted to be fucked, I invited it, and this new guy just stepped up totally let loose. His hard pounding made me stop kissing the woman's pussy just to brace myself. This was coming hard and fast, and we both were bound to cum soon.
I grabbed the table hard. The waitress was being led off the table and onto the cock of some other guy. I focused on her bouncing breasts as the sensations in my pussy rocked me, a constant hum of ecstasy from between my legs. That was all I could see as the sensations built and I came hard.
Everything was a blur. When I re-focused I could feel the guy behind me pulling out, and a lot of our juices fell from inside me. I looked back through labored breathing to see some skinny guy also gasping for breath. My lover.
"Damn, that was good," he said.
"Yeah," was all I could say.
By that time everyone was naked and fucking, or having just fucked. Something had changed, and I was one of the first to feel it. I smiled at that. This is what we needed.
I turned around on shaky legs and reached out to hold him. Hesitantly we kissed. After doing something so intimate we could barely do the little things! His fuck was the best, though. "I really want to do this again," I said.
"Me too," he said. "I'm Dean."
"Eileen," I said. "Let me get your number."
We walked through the gyrating bodies to my purse. Clothes were everywhere, and the floor had plenty of little wet spots. I reached my purse and got out my phone and put in Dean's number.
"Sorry, I, uh... Came inside you."
"Don't worry," I said as I gave a gentle stroke to his chest. "That's where I wanted you."
Dean leaned in and kissed me, more intensely this time and without hesitation. I kissed him back and gave his cock a little tug. It was coming back to life but not just ready yet. Dean excused himself and said he had to get home. He invited me to come along but I passed.
I stayed naked and sat down, watching the rest of the action play out. No one stayed out of it. Everyone was naked, and everyone was fucked or was fucking. I lifted a leg and gently toyed with myself while I watched. Before I would have been so embarrassed to even try that but I started without a thought. But as I watched all of the people in the room in all sorts of positions, touching and pleasuring each other in every way imaginable, I didn't feel at all embarrassed.
I took some good shots of the scene on my phone's camera and then a naked selfie for good measure. After a little while of petting myself and watching the action, the waitress walked over to me. She walked slow and had a pained smile on her face. I pulled over a chair next to me, and she sat down, leaning onto my shoulder.
"Oh my God," she said.
"Tired?" I asked.
She nodded quietly. "I think I must have fucked a half dozen guys." She lifted her head up and smiled gently. "And you."
"And me." I kissed her softly, our intimacy growing even though we knew so little about each other. "I'm Eileen."
"Aimee." She was so cute, she spelled it for me. Her makeup was smeared and her body was sweaty. I noticed some little droplets of cum in her hair.
She was beautiful.
I gasped as I felt her hand reach down to my folds. My leg was still up, offering her easy access.
"I thought... you were tired!" I said.
"I owe you. For earlier." She had enough energy to look mischievous right then.
"Just keep doing that," I said. "Who wouldn't want a beautiful woman patting their pussy?"
We kissed again. I wanted to see Dean, from earlier, again, but I NEEDED to see Aimee. She was special. My first.
And she damn well better go down on me, too!
My phone started vibrating, and I broke off the kiss. It was a text from Luke. "I'm really sorry about not meeting you tonight," it read. "I should have told you earlier. I got caught up at work and I couldn't text. I hope we can still meet some other time."
"He didn't text you or anything?" Aimee said, my lover looking down at my phone while her head rested on my shoulder.
"Nope," I said. I looked over at Aimee. "There's something crazy about all this, right? I mean, this place isn't normally an orgy."
"Uh-huh," she said. "And I normally don't..." she gestured at her wet, naked body, smooth legs, full breasts...
"You were my first," I said.
"Your- oh!" Aimee blushed at that. "Well, thanks. That was the best I ever had. From anybody."
"Thanks." My turn to blush.
Aimee brushed a hand through her hair. "So, do you think this is like some sort of... I don't know, chemical released or something? Pheromones that make us go crazy?"
"Maybe," I said. "I saw a group of naked people walking down the street earlier. I thought they were just doing a prank but... Maybe they were affected by this, too?"
"Were they having sex?" she asked.
"No, just walking, holding hands, hugging..."
"Being close to each other," Aimee said. "Like us."
She was leaning right on me. I felt close to her. Trusting. Like I could share anything with her. "Like us," I said.
"Do you- do you think this could be permanent?" she said, her eyes growing wide.
"Maybe. Who knows? Too early to tell, I think." I looked at her. "Are you scared of that?"
"No," she said. Then the smile grew back as she stared into my eyes. "In fact, I think that would make life a whole lot simpler."
We kissed again. Life was simpler.
"Let me see his picture," Aimee said, gesturing to my phone. I pulled up the profile pic from the dating service. "He's cute!" she said.
"Yeah," I said. "But... I don't know."
"Dude, text him!" she said. "Go on your date, and let me know how it's going. Maybe I can join you..." she said as she bit down on her finger.
"That would- that would be amazing!" I said. My loins pulsed as I thought about Luke sliding into Aimee... She looked so sexy doing it.
"How could he say no to that?" she asked. "We're the sexiest women in town!"
I laughed, but quickly quieted. Everything we had done there showed that yes, we were incredibly sexual and sensual. But it was also recorded. And probably out there. "What if he sees one of our videos?" I asked, pointing to the area where we had embraced each other and other men.
"Then he's cool with it or he isn't," she said. "We can't hide this. It's a part of who we are." Aimee squeezed my hand. "And it's all good."
I nodded. "Yeah." I squeezed back. "All good."
Aimee stared out for a second and then looked back at me. "This could be a chemical thing, right?"
"Yeah."
"And who knows how far it's spread?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. A few blocks?"
"Maybe," Aimee said. "Maybe more." She looked me in the eye. "Maybe Luke was affected."
Hearing that made me wet. I knew a bit about him, his personality, how he looked, but thinking about him being so horny and wild like... like we were. I shivered.
"You like that?" Aimee asked.
"Hell yes!" I said with a playful push. "But how can we find out? Ask him if he's been in an orgy today?"
"Too obvious," she said. "Maybe we can be a bit more... playful."
"What are you thinking?"
Aimee pursed her lips, thinking. "Ask him... Ask him if he's naked."
"What!"
"I'm serious!" she said. "Tell him he's got to answer honest. And worst case... he thinks you're a little too kinky. You'd need to know that for later anyway."
I thought about it for a moment. It was just wild enough... "Fine."
I typed: "I understand. Thanks for texting me now." And then, "I think we can meet, but you've got to answer one question for me honestly."
Then we waited. Aimee by my side was a wonderful distraction. We gently touched each other as we watched the rest of the crowd finish up. Fewer people were fucking and more just standing around, talking and laughing, all naked. The bartender started giving out free drinks. It was almost like a normal night at the bar, but everyone was, well, naked. And there wasn't a bad-looking body in the house.
My phone vibrated. Luke. "Yeah, I can do that. What's your question?"
I looked at Aimee nervously, and she egged me on. I typed: "Are you naked?"
Time went so slow. My heart was racing. I never even met the guy, but I was so nervous. I could have my pick of any of the guys in the bar, especially the guys I hooked up with earlier. Why was I so nervous?
My phone buzzed. I held my breath as I looked at the response.
"Yeah."
I gasped. Aimee kicked her feet and gave me a punch in the arm. "Ask him for how long," she said. So I did.
A short wait. "For a while."
I needed to know. "Did you get naked at work?" I texted.
A longer wait.
"Yeah."
I got soooo wet right then, and Aimee grabbed my arm. He felt it! How many women did he fuck that day, I wondered. And how many more could he do?
"Sorry, I know that seems strange. Today was really strange, and I don't know how to explain it."
A guy with thinning hair walked by, carrying a few beers. "Excuse me. Can you take a picture of us?"
"Sure can, Red!" he said. He walked over and grabbed my camera, his cock resting. It took me a second to remember that he could admire the red hair above my pussy as easily as he could the hair on my head.
We posed. I still had my leg up (very un-lady-like!), pussy exposed, one hand resting on my thigh and the other arm behind Aimee. Aimee had one arm around me and the other lifting up one of her big breasts. Her legs were also spread, showing just enough to get someone interested.
"Say cheese!" he said. He snapped a few pictures and then examined them before handing the camera back to me. "So sexy! You ladies going to be around later?"
"Maybe..." Aimee said.
"I'd love to get to know you- both of you- a lot better." He smiled and put forth a hand to shake. "I'm Tim."
We took his hand and introduced ourselves quickly, but we had something to do! The pictures were hot, and there were several naked bodies in the background. I sent one to Luke. If he truly was affected, we'd find out.
A few minutes passed. Then we got our reaction.
"WOW! You guys, too?"
We sent back a smiley face and question: "How soon can we see you?" I made it a we- Aimee was coming with me.
"I'm cooking right now. Want to come over to my place?"
Aimee nodded and started rubbing me again. "Tell him pics or it didn't happen."
I texted him back: "Sure. But Aimee says pics or it didn't happen."
It took a few minutes, but he texted back a pic of him naked in his bathroom mirror, and rock-hard. "I'm hard because of you two," he said.
He was gorgeous.
"Let's go!" Aimee said, springing to her feet with new energy. I started looking for my clothes as she ran behind the bar and grabbed her purse. "C'mon, you don't need to get dressed. If all of these other people are naked we're going to blend right in. And besides... haven't you ever wanted to just go around naked?"
I breathed in and grabbed my purse and phone. She was right. Aimee darted out the door and I followed. It was night by then, and I knew I crossed another line when I felt the cool cement under my bare feet. I was only wearing my glasses and a few things of jewelry in public. It added to the excitement.
And we weren't alone.
Naked people weren't everywhere, but where there were people, they were just as nude as we were. Aimee grinned at me, and I was glad she was right. I followed her to her car and hopped in.
"That pic... wow!" she said. "Tell him I want to have his babies."
"Aimee says she wants to have your babies," I said aloud as I typed. "And if you have her babies, then you have to have mine since we're a package deal."
Aimee smiled over at me with that. Because it was true.
His text came back: "I'm happy to try!"
And boy did we try!
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Always be safe with your sex, and have fun with it.
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