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“Mandy,” I replied with a gasp as he pulled me onto his lap.
He’d apparently found a stool because I was actually sitting on his lap.
And my dress was slightly hiked up.
And he was getting hard.
I could feel his growing erection against my asshole, which was just a little off course and in need of adjusting. Again, if I’d been sober I might not have done this, but I wasn’t so I did.
I actually reached around, grabbed his stiffening cock, and redirected it so that it was right at my pussy.
Okay, give me a second to explain. I had panties on and my dress was there so
it’s not like he penetrated me, but I could feel him really good.
Really really good.
And it was…really good.
I wonder if anyone will notice if I pull him out, slide my panties to the side, and straddle his cock.
I know, completely whorish thought. But hey…sometimes a girl’s gotta get a little whorish.
I’m not the stay at home and wait to get dicked over Mandy…not anymore.
I’m Mandy on the prowl. Mandy in Cancun. Apparently, Mandy who talks about herself in the third person.
And at the moment, really tipsy Mandy who needs to have sex really bad.
So there I was contemplating my whorish thought. I’d gone from just a crazy chick on the dance floor getting drunk and having fun, to an extremely horny crazy chick ready to let this stranger bury his shaft inside of me.
“My name’s Chad,” he whispered in my ear. “I got your message from the other flight attendant. You still wanna screw my brains out?”
Awkward.
And jackpot.
Both at the same time. Jill’s big mouth is going to get me laid for once.
Hearing his invitation excited me. I felt myself getting moist. I could feel the hard cloth of his zipper pushing against my clit. The music changed to a song I could actually move to.
And I did.
I began moving my hips to the music, rocking to the rhythm. I was into it, grinding my pussy lips against his rock hard member. I moaned out loud as he pressed against my clit again and as I looked around I saw that nobody noticed.
No one could hear me cry out in pleasure. I tried it, I squealed a little the next time he pressed against me, and nobody looked my way.
I can actually fuck him right now and no one would know.
Our location at the end of the bar, right at the corner, gave us some sort of blind spot where everyone seemed to be looking past us or away from us.
I reached beneath my skirt and unzipped his pants. I felt for him, finding him there, hiding away beneath briefs. I pulled them to the side and palmed the head of his cock, giving it a squeeze.
A wave of dizziness and nausea came over me. I squeezed him harder than I meant to. But he seemed to like it. I recovered from the queasiness and leaned forward to give myself room to work.
I stroked his cock fast and hard, my grip wrapping around him, feeling the thickness and length of him slide between my fingers. My pussy ached as I imagined taking all of it inside me and grinding him to the sound of the music.
But I needed him to be harder.
