Teasing Times Two

Anybody who knows me also knows that I have a devilish streak. Just ask Amy (not her real name). We have a wonderful life together. There are ways that we give to each other based on the other’s wants or desires. She gives me room to explore my more adventurous side. The great thing is, if my ideas are too risky, she is my barometer, compass, or whatever it is that keeps me from crossing too many lines. 

All that to say, I have this exhibitionist fantasy that I can just walk into any social setting and find a way to connect with others and share my experience, giving them a look at my body, teasing them while pleasing myself. But this is usually more than Amy is willing to do, so we plan my little escapades together in the safety of our home, which is like foreplay, really. What follows in this story is from one of our planning...oh who am I kidding, masturbation sessions.

If being in on the craziness of others is half the fun, then the rest is adding in your own. Sometimes, it’s with those you know, and sometimes with total strangers. One of my fantasies is having a little fun in public by pretending to be strangers and dragging an unsuspecting bystander in. What better place (pre-pandemic) to do this than a bar?

It was Amy’s turn to be the lead. Yes, we’ve played this game before, more than once. She would go into the bar to stake out a strategic spot. If she got lucky, there might already be a guy sitting by himself at the bar nearby. I would come in later and sit somewhere away from the bar, but in Amy’s line of sight. Then the fun could begin, with the right man. 

I walked into the bar area of the restaurant about ten minutes after Amy and she was already flirting with someone. I loved watching this from a distance, her radiant smile was immediately evident and I could hear her soft laughter. That alone was enough. I could feel a familiar warmth inside, and I knew if I touched myself that I would already be wet.

I moved casually through the room to a booth directly across the room from their seats at the bar so that either Amy or our man could see me by just turning their head a little to the side. Amy checked me out with her eyes while she continued to chat, which led to the guy turning to check me out, too. 

They returned to their conversation while I settled into the booth, waiting to order a drink, adjusting my skirt to be comfy under me. I always went bare under my skirt for these nights and I wore loose fitting skirts that, like the one I was wearing, were just above the knee and could be embarrassingly showy.

One of the bartenders came over to take my order and handed me a menu. I asked for a glass of wine and as soon as he left I shifted in my seat, letting my knees spread apart while leaning over to the side a bit. I pretended to search for something in my purse, knowing that I was giving Amy a good view up my skirt. I could almost feel her eyes on me, but didn’t look up until I finished digging in my purse. I retrieved a small tube of lotion, looking up toward Amy, I saw both her and the guy quickly turn their heads away from me, then they laughed and both sipped from their drinks. 

I could tell they were talking about me. She was probably saying something like, “Can you believe that girl?” 

My wine arrived and I was alone again, wanting to do more. I crossed my legs and starting flexing and relaxing my thighs to put pressure on my clit, but it wasn’t enough. The bar was fairly dark and I could probably get away with more, especially with the high backed booth I was in, only Amy and her guy could really see what I was doing. The bartenders were too busy.

With my legs still crossed, I tugged the hem of my skirt up and slide my fingers between my legs, feeling a surge of sensation throughout my body when a fingertip brushed my clit. I let out a sigh just as Amy looked my way. She reacted by touching the guy on the shoulder and he looked my way, too. It was my decision now whether to go for it, or let it go.  

I looked down at my hand, which was wedged between my legs, and decided to tease him. Looking up into his gaze, I took my hand from between my legs, raising it to my lips, licking my fingertips one at a time. He stared, but Amy got up and walked over to my booth like someone ready for a confrontation. She played it up, standing tall in front of me with a hand on one hip, looking down at me and nearly spitting out her words.

“I don’t know who you are or what your game is, but you are, um, distracting us and I want you to either move or stop whatever you’re doing.”

I just giggled and sipped my wine. 

The guy came over to us and stood beside Amy.

“Everything OK?”

“I’m fine,” I answered. “Want to join me? Plenty of room.”

“You’re just a little slut, aren’t you?” Amy fired the question at me as an insult with a touch of anger. 

I ignored her question and asked the guy’s name.

“Paul,” he replied.

“Did you like what you saw?”

“Oh! Really? Don’t answer that Paul!” 

I slipped my hands between my thighs again and made some exaggerated rubbing movements, feeling my wetness again.  “Mmmmmmm.”

“What’s your name?” Paul asked calmly, also ignoring Amy.

I continued stroking and gave him a fake name...”Freida. And you can both join me, right here in my little booth.”

And that is where we left it. At this point I had already pulled my shorts off, acting out the motions I would have been doing in the bar, rubbing myself through my panties, feeling them become moist with my excitement. I had Amy worked into a mess. She was sitting on a stool beside me at the island in our kitchen, her skirt up and panties pushed aside, exposing the pink of her inner lips, pushing them around with her fingertips, which just sends me closer to the orgasm that I can feel rising inside of me.

I moved closer to her and we kissed, little kisses and then longer, deeper kisses.  Mmmm the urgency and hunger in those kisses with our hands busy below. I caressed her bare thighs with one hand and by now I was so close...I wanted so much to taste Amy, but she grabbed my hand, holding on tightly as she started to cum. I rubbed faster, my fingers circling and lightly squeezing my clit until my orgasm surged through me. 

We hugged and held each other, still sitting on our stools, leaning toward each other, me halfway undressed and Amy in need of a change of clothes. The only way it could have been better, from my point of view, was if we were in that bar, playing out the roles we had planned for each other, teasing our newest friend Paul.