Julia's Second Collection

by McAvoy, Bridy

  Dieter pushed his leg further between hers, adding an up and down motion of his thigh, literally rubbing her pussy through her clothes. His hands moved from her waist to her back and then down onto the smooth curve of her butt.

  “Watch it, mister!”

  “I am. I am watching it.”

  She checked where he was looking and saw he was staring down her cleavage. “That’s not what I meant.”

  She was now almost humping against his leg, and her body was unwilling to stop. The music changed to another slow soul track, but she couldn’t cut away as he moved his hands and pulled her upper body in to his. Her breasts flattened against his chest and she could feel the way her nipples were trying to almost dig their way out of her clothes. He lowered his hands, but she kept herself pressed against him, writhing in his arms. One of his hands dropped to her butt again, while the other one wiggled between them.

  She gasped again as she felt his fingers worm down across the plane of her stomach and go lower.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Giving you the freedom of movement you need, sweetheart.”

  His fingers moved down, grabbing the next to bottom button of her rucked up skirt and deftly flicking it undone.

  Julia came back to her senses as she felt the cool air playing against her overheated thighs. “Enough.” She stepped away, expecting him to be wearing a frown of disappointment, but instead he was smiling.

  “I’ll make you a bet.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. When we get back to the table, if your husband doesn’t say anything about your skirt being open another button, you’ll have another slow dance with me.”

  “And if he does?”

  Dieter shrugged. “Then we won’t.”

  She took a deep breath. She knew Max would notice, there was no doubt about that. Whether or not he would say anything probably depended on what he thought about her dancing with other men. He’d proven himself to not be the jealous type, and had even encouraged most of her indiscretions, except for those he heard about afterward. He enjoyed hearing about all of them too. Maybe he’d take this as an opportunity. She remembered back to her last visit to the club with the girls from the office, how she’d ended up cornered and then finger-fucked to an orgasm right there on the dance floor. She shuddered. Could she do that again? It was obvious Dieter wasn’t going to stop unless she stopped him.

  “Agreed.” The word came out of her mouth even before she’d finished thinking it through.

  “Good. But no giving it away too blatantly, or asking him.”

  “I won’t cheat.”

  He grinned and led her back toward the table once more.

  Before they reached the table, Phil intercepted them and swept her out onto the dance floor for another dance. Luckily, this one was a fast one, and he didn’t try to get in any way physical with her. She could see it was getting late now. Several couples were openly snogging around the dance floor, and on it. At least two couples she could see had started to progress beyond the kissing phase too. Her own level of arousal was still high as they returned to the table. Dieter moved from where he’d been sitting talking to Hayley and Max, allowing her to sit next to her husband. She kissed Max on the cheek.

  “Enjoying yourself, honey?”

  “Yes. Are you ready to go now?”

  He shook his head. “No, I’m good. The leg’s getting easier.”

  “Oh, okay.” She tried not to sound too disappointed. She wasn’t going to cheat on Dieter’s bet. At the same time, a subtle hint to her husband wouldn’t hurt.

  She crossed her legs, watching as Max glanced down at her, a thin smile crossing his lips as he looked back up. He caught her eye and she knew there and then he wasn’t going to say anything whatever happened, let alone about her skirt.

  Ten minutes later the DJ started playing a slow song again, and she was waiting when Dieter asked her to dance. There were fewer people on the dance floor this time, but Dieter still led her all the way around the dance floor to the far side before guiding her out onto the floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist, spinning her around so she was dancing with her back to him. He pulled her close to his body and she could already feel the bulge of an erection pressing against her butt.

  “Well done, and thank you for not giving me away.”

  She chuckled. “Maybe I tried but he didn’t notice.”

  “No, he noticed. We both know that.”

  He ground against her, and she shuddered in his arms. Trying not to be too obvious about it, she lifted her arms and leaned back, wrapping them around his neck.

  “You really are gorgeous, you know.”

  ”Thank you.”

  “If you weren’t a married woman…”

  “If I wasn’t married you’d what?”

  “I’d be acting on my wildest dreams about now. Somewhere out there in the dark.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yeah. I’d have you naked as the day you were born, stretched out over the hood of a car, or up against a tree.”

  “Thank you for not suggesting a dark alley and a rough wall. Not so sure about the tree—the bark might be rough on my skin.”

  Despite his obvious arousal, she felt safe enough to play with him verbally.

  “Are you ready for another bet?”

  “Another bet?” She knew what he meant but didn’t intend to let on.

  “Another button.”

  “No. Not another button. That would show too much.”

  “Well, if not another button, how about something else?”

  “Such as?”

  She wriggled her butt against him, enjoying the verbal sparring. His hands moved up from her stomach and she sucked in a breath as he briefly and very boldly cupped her breasts before sliding his hands out to her flanks.

  “Hey!”

  “How about the bra then?”

  “The bra?”

  “Yeah. Go back to the table with your bra in my pocket.”

  “No way, Jose. I guarantee he’d notice that.”

  “I’m sure he would.” His mouth was near her ear now, almost nuzzling at it as he held her tight against him. His voice had dropped as well, telling her he was as turned on as she was. “But would he say anything?”

  “Yes, I’m sure he would. Besides, how comfortable do you think I’d feel in such a transparent top?”

  “You have magnificent tits.” His hands came up to cup them again, and this time one stayed there while it’s compatriot headed south, pressing against her stomach and sliding lower.

  “Stop that.”

  “Okay. So, if not your bra, then what?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “How about commando?”

  “Commando?” She almost yelped her answer, aware that although she’d asked him to stop touching her so intimately, he hadn’t moved his hands away. Even worse, she hadn’t tried to move them for herself. She shivered.

  “Yeah. Your panties in my pocket. See if he notices. If he doesn’t, then you owe both me and Phil another slow dance.”

  “And what about Hayley?”

  “She doesn’t swing that way. Dead straight arrow—so, no, you don’t get to dance with her.”

  “I meant, what is she going to think about Phil dancing with me instead of his girlfriend?”

  Dieter chuckled. “I’ll let you in on a secret. Hayley isn’t Phil’s girlfriend. She’s his cousin.”

  “Oh.”

  “So, are you game?”

  “You want me to go to the powder room and come back and hand you my panties?”

  She felt him shake his head behind her then gently bite at her earlobe. She shivered at the contact.

  “No. I intend to collect my prize on the dancefloor.”

  “Fuck! You’re a pervert.”

  “No. I’m a guy who can’t believe his luck that a married woman is prepared to dance like this with me and is talking about letting me collect her panties as a souvenir.”

 
She shuddered again, unable to counter the image that filled her mind. “Not right here. A little more privacy, please.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  He spun her around and, grabbing her hand, led her off the dance floor into a dark corner of the room away from the table where her husband sat. She shivered in excitement at the thought of this man removing her underwear in public. There were two or three other couples in the corner of the room, all of them engaged in the mutual process of necking. One couple seemed to be going a lot further too and she looked away, not really wanting to watch as his hand moved underneath his female partner’s top.

  Dieter swung her around into his arms and started to kiss her. She returned the kiss after a couple of seconds and felt his hand starting to roam on her back. The illicit nature of the contact, the almost furtiveness of it, sent ripples of desire up and down her spine as the kiss deepened and his movements became more intense. For a few moments, he ground his hard cock against her belly and then shuffled away from her, allowing himself to insert his hand between them. She felt the next button undo on her skirt and, grabbing the small hairs on the back of his neck, she pulled hard to break the kiss.

  “What are you doing?”

  “You can do it up again. I just want access.”

  She stiffened as his hand found the gap he’d created and settled on the front of her panties.

  “Fuck! You’re wet—really wet.”

  Julia couldn’t reply as she humped against his fingers, suddenly desperate for the release a quick orgasm would give.

  He pressed her panties into her slit, tightening the material across her butt in the process. Her knees were trembling as she started to kiss him again, her tongue taking charge, thrusting into his mouth as his fingers started to push more and more of the black lace inside her slit. She clung onto his shoulders as their actions worked on her, afraid her legs would give way, leaving her sprawled on the floor, legs akimbo as her climax rushed through her. He leaned her back against the wall, holding her pinned there with her arms around his neck as he reached both hands under her skirt.

  The two halves of the front of her skirt flared apart, exposing the whole of her lower stomach. He slid his hands to the sides and yanked on the waistband of her underwear. She tried to close her legs but found herself incapable of doing anything to shield herself as the wet lace slicked its way down her soft naked thighs.

  His body shielded her from anyone else’s view as her panties hit the floor and she lifted one leg at a time to step clear. Dieter bent over and scooped them up, stuffing them into his pocket and straightening again, but not before he’d pressed his nose into the slit at the front of her skirt.

  “You smell divine.”

  She whimpered, almost in distress, as his words both stoked her arousal and whipped up her shame at her actions. Dieter kissed her again, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth while his fingers found the slit at the front of the skirt and, from there, her naked mound. She’d not wanted to watch the other couple as the man fondled the girl’s breast. Now, a few minutes later, she was standing there with a man’s hand up her skirt.

  Tremors ran through her body as Dieter pressed his fingers against her folds, sinking between them without resistance as she started to hump against his hand.

  “What I wouldn’t give to take you outside and fuck you right now.”

  She groaned at his words as images of him doing that filled her mind.

  “In fact, I’d bet you’d be just as happy if Phil joined us too.”

  As those images flooded her mind, she couldn’t hold back any longer. She pulled his mouth to her and kissed him savagely, muffling the sounds that wanted to spill from her mouth. She stiffened and shook as the orgasm rolled through her, no longer caring if anyone heard her.

  As she started to calm down, and her breathing returned to normal, he held her pinned against the wall. He’d extracted his fingers from her pussy and then, as she looked down, blatantly wiped them on the front of her skirt.

  “Wha…?”

  “Don’t want your husband to see me with sticky fingers, do we?”

  He reached down between them and did up the button he’d undone not so long ago. She did the other one and finished composing herself. Then almost dragged him across the club back to their table. She sank down into the chair, knowing just how disheveled she looked.

  Max stared at her and then smiled, raising his bottle and silently toasting her.

  Julia knew at that moment he wouldn’t say anything about her state of dress or undress, although even she could see one corner of the black lace of her panties sticking provocatively out of Dieter’s pocket. Max glanced that way too and his smile widened. There was no doubt in her mind the bet was now lost.

  She could see Dieter whispering to Phil as she picked up her beer and drank it, no doubt filling him in on his achievements. She could see Hayley watching her too, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and she blushed at the recognition in the other woman’s face. She knew Hayley knew she’d orgasmed out there in the club with Dieter, just as much as she knew Max had seen the same tell-tale signs.

  She shivered, trying not to think about what the next dance would bring, or even if Dieter would lead her to the dance floor, or try to lead her back to that dark corner where she’d just disgraced herself so fully.

  Vaguely, in the background she heard the DJ announce he was about to play the last dance. She felt all eyes around the table on her and then Dieter was rising to his feet, followed almost immediately by Phil. Max settled back into his seat with a smile on his face while Hayley just looked at her and winked.

  Dieter and Phil took one hand each and lifted her to her feet, leading the way onto the dancefloor. The lights lowered and Dieter swung her into his arms. Almost by reflex, to keep her balance, she threw her arms around his neck as he pulled her close and then Phil was there as well, pushing against her back, forming a sandwich, with her as the filling.

  “You’re going to enjoy this, baby.”

  She shuddered as Phil pressed his erection against her butt, and Dieter pressed his against her stomach. With no panties and the skirt only held up by so few buttons, it wouldn’t take much for either of them to remove the barrier and press against her heated naked flesh. The idea of them doing so on the dancefloor, even with the lights turned low, was striking fear deep into her heart. There was no doubt in her mind that both men intended to get as far as they could with her before the lights came back up.

  Before she could express her fear about the dancefloor, the surface under her feet changed and she looked up to see they’d smoothly guided her back toward the corner, away from other people. They were working together and she wondered if they had done this with any other women or girls before. Then Dieter’s mouth found hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth. Phil’s hands were playing with her butt, stroking and caressing her through her skirt, and she moaned into Dieter’s mouth as her hands fiercely wrapped around his neck.

  They stopped moving, making no pretense about dancing, as the two men ran their hands over her. Dieter dropped his hands to her butt and she had four hands playing with her cheeks for a time. Phil’s hand slid higher, around to the front, and Dieter pulled back, allowing his friend to cup her breasts. They played like that for a minute or so then Dieter broke the kiss and twirled her around to face Phil. Her arms were still wrapped around behind Dieter’s neck, leaving her entire front to be plundered by the two students intent on doing precisely that.

  Almost as if he had all the time in the world rather than just to the end of the song, Phil’s hands rose to her neck and started to unbutton her blouse. She gasped as Dieter nibbled her neck, holding her in place as his fingers slipped down over her stomach to find the button he’d already undone once on her skirt. She ground back against him, her mind aflame with lust as he flicked the button undone at the same time as Phil exposed her bra.

  Dieter’s fingers had found her naked flesh and returned to the,
oh so familiar, territory of her slit, still wet from their earlier incursion. She groaned again as he started to press his index finger into her opening, his hand grinding against her engorged clit in the process. Phil had worked her blouse back off her shoulders and was reaching around between her and Dieter for the clip to her bra.

  “No.”

  “We want the bra to complete the trophy set, baby.”

  “No, I have to catch a cab with my husband. They’ll see.”

  Dieter chuckled and intervened in the conversation. “So? So will the doormen and the bouncers and anyone else walking past as you’re waiting. If you’re a good girl, we’ll wait with you.”

  The bra cups were suddenly slack over her breasts and he drew the straps around from behind her back. Dieter nuzzled her neck, his fingers working wonders on her pussy. “Lower your arms.”

  She felt helpless in the grip of the two determined men, swept along on a tide of lust that ebbed and flowed within as her hips thrust in lewd counterpoint to Dieter’s fingers inside her. She knew if she lowered her arms, her blouse and then her bra would come off. They let her keep the transparent blouse but not the bra. Despite those feelings, despite the knowledge of the acute embarrassment of walking outside like that, she lowered her arms. Quick as a flash, Dieter’s hands left her pussy and grabbed her blouse, stripping it off her arms. Phil’s hands followed a second later, baring her breasts as he pulled the bra away. Then Dieter was pulling the blouse back up, holding it as she fumbled for the sleeves with her hands. As soon as she’d got the sleeves over her hands, they pulled the blouse back up, providing her with some semblance of cover. She had no idea where her bra went, but it was lost to her, that was sure. Phil bent forward, catching her exposed nipple between his teeth, his hand finding her other breast and teasing that nipple while Dieter resumed finger-fucking her.

  It didn’t take long before the nuzzling mouths and groping hands had pushed her close to the brink of another orgasm. It was starting and it couldn’t be stopped as sensation after sensation ripped through her tormented body. She started to wail as she came, unable to stop as the music died, and her orgasmic cry was the only sound heard in the club for a couple of seconds. Then people were clapping and she was clutching the open blouse to her as embarrassment flooded her cheeks with the heat of shame. The two college guys were gentlemen enough to stand there and shield her while she quickly refastened the blouse and did the two buttons up on her skirt. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to lose the disheveled look but doubted it worked, then allowed the guys to grab a hand each and lead her, docilely, back to their table.