"Fucking son of a bitch!" I yelled as I clicked off my cell phone.
Sometimes having an old fashioned phone would be worth it, just for the satisfaction of slamming it down in someone's ear.
Jason stood me up again to go hang with his "bros." Well, it's likely he wasn't going to be getting a blowjob or laid by those bros. Hope he has fun with them.
I called up some friends and we arranged to go clubbing together. Several of them had just broken up with their respective partners, so we were ready to go out and have fun. Hopefully we got laid in the process.
I went to my closet, ripping out clothes and discarding them. I was going for a flat out sexy and slutty look. I was going to have fun, despite the asshole's behavior.
I'm not a stunner. I don't have a model's body, nor do I have a face that stops traffic, but I get a fair amount of attention. I rarely buy my own drinks at the bar, and get enough offers for dancing to keep me having a good time.
I finally found an appropriate outfit. The top was a halter style with just a string to tie in the back. Anyone looking at me would know I wasn't wearing a bra. The skirt was short, just past my rounded ass. And of course, a good old pair of "fuck me" heels. I decided to skip the panties. If I met someone I wanted to fuck, I didn't want anything getting in the way. It would make bumping and grinding on the dance floor interesting as well.
I made my way to the subway to meet the girls at the club. It was a busy night. The cars were packed and I ended up standing. With people getting on and off, I was getting bumped into and almost fell. I reached up to hold the bar. This caused my skirt to ride up. If it swayed just right, a little glimpse of ass was visible. Knowing that people could see my ass got me a little excited. I don't mind showing off. My as is one of my best assets.
The feel of the skirt swaying against my bare skin started my pussy twitching. Knowing that men were watching me and maybe even some women.... Well, it got the juices flowing pretty well. My nipples were hard nubs pressing against the fabric of my shirt. It was a fairly sheer material, so they were quite obvious.
As the train jolted to a stop, I felt someone push up against me. This was not unusual in a crowded car. However, I didn't hear the usual "excuse me." Instead, I felt a bulging crotch push against my ass. It felt like a decent sized bulge. When I didn't push him off, his hands grabbed my hips, then snaked around to my front, up my chest, landing on my tits.
Oh damn, that felt so good. I was already tingling before he touched me. I ground my ass against his bulge, while thrusting my tits against his hands.
"You're looking to get fucked, aren't you?" I heard in my ear.
I responded by grinding on him some more.
His hands began their work on my tits. One hand massaged, while the other was pinching and rolling my nipple.
I moaned with delight. My body responded to his touch. The juice flowing down my leg was evidence that I wanted more.
I sighed with disappointment as one hand was removed from my tits. When I discovered that hand had been unzipping his pants, I gasped. I felt his hard cock press against me. Sliding it forward, he met my wet slit.
"Oh, that is one wet pussy," he whispered.
I saw another man working his was toward us. Apparently we had attracted some attention.
I looked around, noticing various people watching. Some were pretending not to watch, others looked on in anger, and others were excited. I saw several men and women rubbing their crotches. I grew even more excited.
The second man stood in front of me, placing his hands over mine to hold me in place, then kissed me. My tongue mingled with his. I groaned as my first orgasm hit me. I was being double teamed and I loved it.
The man in front of me was in a well-cut suit. It showed off his muscular body. He removed his tie, using it to secure my hands to the pole.
