"What a wonderful night..." I say to you, "Why don't we go have a drink?"
As usual, these are my famous last words. I end up all tipsy, sitting precariously on a bar stool next to you. You're afraid I'm going to fall off the stool, so you leave a hand protectively at my lower back. I'm all dressed up for the occasion, wearing a short gray and black plaid skirt, pleated, rather school girlish, a button down short sleeved white blouse with most of the top buttons unbuttoned, white thigh high stockings that you absolutely love, and black maryjanes. My wavy red hair is down, getting all over the place. I reach up and fingercomb it into two pigtails, tying them with hair bands, making some stupid joke about wanting to look the part. A bad little girl.
I'm all giggly, been drinking all kinds of martinis... lemon drops, cosmos, appletinis. We've just been sitting there, talking, laughing. Listening to the music, watching the bartender. I love watching him mix drinks. You whisper into my ear about what you want to do to me when we get home and I start to squirm, getting wet, my imagination running away with me. You lay a hand at the top of my thigh, thumb playing inside the band of my stockings and I sigh. Smile at you.
I'm not THAT drunk, just carried away in the moment, having fun. Tipsy and giggly and happy. Horny. Just as I'm about to tell you to take me home NOW, a young woman sits down on the other side of you. She's pretty, young, maybe 23, short dark brown hair, chin length, bangs. Nice sized tits, not huge, about a C cup. She has big, warm brown eyes and a sweet smile. She's a few inches shorter than me. I sit in my semi-drunk stupor and stare at her. She's wearing a black shirt with a square neckline, fitted to her, and a short black skirt, a little loose, flirty. Ruffled. Black sandals. The bartender cards her and she rolls her eyes a little, grins, reaches for her wallet.
I smile at her, "I know what that's like," I say.
She smiles back, across you between us. "I always get carded," She says.
"Me too." I smile at you, then at her, and you turn to look at her. She smiles at us both, a little shy. Gets her drink, takes a sip.
We start sharing our conversation with her. She's sweet and cute and I can tell you like her too. She has these pretty earrings, I compliment her on them. A few drinks later and we're all laughing together. I'm starting to feel more than just tipsy, and I think you are too. You've scooted your stool back a foot and the three of us are sitting near, cozy. Friendly, familiar. She's a lightweight, two drinks and she's laughing uncontrollably, all flushed in the face. I wonder if I look the same way? You ask her name and we laugh like schoolgirls, for no apparent reason.
"Zoe," she says.
"I love that name," I say, a little wistfully, and you look at me. You know that tone of voice. Cute and shy, a little girl. You grin.
"I need to use the little girl's room," I murmur. I stand up, expecting to be dizzy, but not. I begin to walk towards the back of the bar when an arm is slipped in mine. It's Zoe.
"I'm coming with you," she says loudly over the music. We walk through the crowd towards the restrooms. I turn away from her for a moment and look over my shoulder, spot you following at a distance. Maybe he has to use the restroom too, I think.
We enter a dark hallway. It's empty. I'm unfamiliar with this bar and had just headed to the spot I would have expected there be a bathroom, but now I'm not so sure.
"I think I'm lost," I say to Zoe, stopping. I turn to her and she looks at me, smiling shyly.
"That's okay," she says, "I didn't really have to go."
"Me neither." I smile at her. She takes a step closer to me. I think in my head, take a step back, but my body doesn't listen. She looks at me, hesitant, then takes another step forward. Her arm brushes mine. I giggle out of anticipation and she giggles back, leans in, and kisses me softly on the lips.
I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. I haven't kissed a girl since high school and the feeling is incredible. Soft, warm, wet. Much more vulnerable than a man. We're not really touching, just kissing in the dark, and I close my eyes, lost in the moment. I feel you walk up behind me, press into me. You're growing hard, watching us, and I can feel you against my ass. I whimper one of my little whimpers, and you wrap your arms around my waist, rub my tummy. You slide a hand up to my breast, slipping your fingers between her breast and mine, pressed together. Give it a gentle squeeze. I moan into her lips and open my eyes a little, see her open eyes, staring over my shoulder at you. Watching you as she's kissing me. A little shiver runs up my spine.
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You, my little girl, are so much tipsier than you think you are, you're so cute when you are in these moods. I Love you beyond words. But I've never seen you so wantonly hit on another woman before. I knew you'd kissed some girls in high school but tonight, my god - you were this little cat in heat. Zoe didn't help matters, these two little vixens, and this little Zoe was eyeing me too. Heaven. I could not have imagined what the night had in store. It had to have been my little girl's outfit, you were so fucking hot I could NOT keep my hands off of you, and I think as I got tipsy as well I was less and less restrained.
When you wore those stockings, my lust was uncontrollable. God I loved your stockings. You had whole drawers - I called it your torture drawer. All I had to do was look at you and I was on the verge of cumming. I just loved to reach up your dress when you wore your stockings and feel the line where they stopped at your skin, and just tease along that line... Mmmmmmmmmmm. Exquisite.
As we left the apartment I had stopped you, 'inspected' you and, ah ah ah, had confiscated your panties before we left. You complained a little as I lifted your plaid little skirt and slid them down your thighs, "It's cold!" You whined as we walked out the door, pouting but smiling too. They were in my pocket now.
I was laying my hand at your thigh, just inches from your pussy, tippling my fingers there, reaching my fingers into your stockings. I knew how that made you crazy. I could feel the heat of your pussy, I swear I could feel a little cum as I slid my finger perilously close to your cunt, but that could wait. You were bleeding your lust in all directions as I stroked you there.