Whilst she was driving out of the car park she noticed two young lads who were staring at her intently. She also noticed the very prominent bulges in the front of their jeans. It wa obvious they had been watching. She pulled the car over and beckoned the boys over to her. One approached her sheepishly.
“Have you been watching me?” she asked. “Did you enjoy the show?”
“Y.Y.yes” the teenager falteringly replied.
“Well don’t you know that its rude to spy on people?” she jokingly chastised, allowing her hand to brush across the bulge in his jeans.
“S s sorry Miss, but we couldn’t help it. You looked wonderful and we wished it was us!”
“I see. Well in that case I’ll let you off this time, but give me your address so that I know where to come if I catch you spying again” The teen reluctantly gave Andrea his address and she continued on her way to the health spa.
For the next three hours Andrea relaxed at the local health spa. She took advantage of all the facilities as she allowed her aching body to recover from her earlier escapades. She spent almost an hour in the sauna allowing the hot steam to cleanse deep into her pores and then samples the delights of the massage tables where a strapping 6ft amazon called Melissa pummelled and kneaded her muscles until she felt fully recharged and ready for her next conquest. She considered making a play for the masseuse as she worked on her body but decided against it, instead making a mental note to return later in the week.
Returning once more to her car she again checked the time. 4pm. Still plenty of time left to go. She mentally calculated her successes. 4 men and 1 woman. Already she had had more sex to day than she had had in the past month. But it wasn’t enough and she was still feeling very horny. She needed to find more cocks. She knew that there would be quite a few conquests waiting for her at the swingers party later that week, possibly as many as eighteen different shags, but she needed a cock now! She had heard from her best friend Michelle – (a horny cow, who had bet Andrea that she wouldn’t fuck a constant stream of strangers whilst her husband was away - hence today’s mission) - that a new pub had opened up near the dock road. It was apparently frequented by a gang of horny bikers.
Michelle had said that there was an upstairs pool table and she had seen one or two of the clientele shagging their biker chicks on it. No doubt, she mused, Michelle had been shagged on it as well! After checking her make up for a third time, she set out for the pub to see if it was true.
As she turned into the car park she noticed a line of high-powered bikes parked up by the front entrance and that a number of their owners were milling around outside. She checked herself once more in the mirror, stopping only to ensure that the zips on her skirt and top were opened to their most revealing and slid out of her car, walking seductively towards the entrance to the bar.
She could feel the eyes of all the bikers staring at her as she pushed her way through the throng. Finding an empty stool at the far end of the bar she ordered herself a drink and waited to see if any of the ‘horny’ blokes would hit on her. She didn’t have long to wait.
Less than 2 minutes had passed when she was approached by one of the bikers- a tall but powerfully built chap with hair that went past his shoulders. His sleeveless denim jacket was open and showed off his muscular chest. Andrea noticed a scar ran from just under his left nipple and continued down the middle of his chest, disappearing beneath the thick leather belt that was around his waist. She wondered just how far it continued.
Eyeing her up and down in a slow deliberate manner, he introduced himself.
“I’m Red.” He said, his voice slightly more feminine than she had expected. “I’ve not seen you here before”.
“I’ve never been here before”, she replied
“You should be careful”, he continued. “Anything could happen to a pretty thing like you. Especially one dressed in a get up like that”. Once more his eyes drank in the whole of her body, lingering for a moment on her heaving tits and for a little longer on her crotch.
“What do you mean ‘anything could happen’? What sort of anything did you have in mind?”
“Well, people may think you were up for a shag, or a hooker touting for business or a copper trying to trap us into committing a crime”
Andrea giggled to herself
“Well, I’ll say one thing for you, You’ve got it right with one of those guesses. I’ll leave it up to you to decide which one it is. Meanwhile I fancy a game of pool. Is the table still upstairs?”