A Drunk Chick

I watch, unmoving and silent as possible, forcing my breath to remain deep and slow. After a moment, I see at the edge of my vision, as a young woman walked into view. I resist the urge to gasp, and quickly realize from how she moved she was drunk. She giggled uncontrollably, quite happy for no explainable reason. I looked out the window before, and I saw several individuals actively recording, and I wondered if someone had set her up to do so. She was 23 or 24, and quite attractive, though her drunkenness did not help her in that regard. She was wearing a light blue mini dress, with a low cut v front, and the hem of the skirt stretched upward, her legs spread wide for balance. Her black g-string stood out all the more prominently against her skin and a mini dress.

She walked around me, before long moving to stand in front of me. She walked forward, stumbling several times. She giggled after almost falling over. She walked toward me, almost toppling over. She caught herself by putting her hand on my shoulder, grabbing hard. I could feel her pinch hard, pressing her fingers on me.

She giggled, almost falling over onto me again, her breasts bouncing off my face. I manage to keep from being moved, and she giggled as she brought herself upright again. She sat down on my lap, spreading her legs wide to stretch across my own, bringing her legs close to my waist.

She giggled as she moved, and I felt her move my arms, pulling them upward, until they were extended directly upward, above my head and body. She put them tightly together, as though she was going to tie them there. She giggled again, and I felt her right on my cheek, touching lightly across my face, before going around and behind my head. It was then she moved her head forward, and soon I found myself being made out with. She moans softly, her lips hungry with lust, smacking across mine several times, her tongue pressing itself in my mouth, probing inside. I heard my breath beating, deep and slow, and was able to keep track of time as the kiss continued, long and instance, despite the fact I stayed perfectly still

As the kiss continued, her left arm went for my breast, squeezing it hard and affectionately. I manage to resist moaning as she squeezed and caressed my breast, her fingers finding my nipple, grabbing it and pulling on it, stretching it out and away from my body. I felt my nipple slowly move out of her grasp, before popping out of her grasp and bouncing back into place. She moaned against it, moving her head to a different angle, moving up and above. She kissed my lips with an odd hunger, a desire I was not sure how much was her normal desire, and how much had been due to her inebriation.

She grabbed my breast again, harder this time. She pinched its nipple hard now, her hand grabbing it hard, squeezing it tight, moving it hard up and down in a slow, erotic nature. I could no longer resist and let out a low moan of my own. Her hand on my breast moved faster, playing with my breast, holding on tight to it.

When she finally did stop kissing me, she giggled again, her head above mine, tilted forward to look me in the eyes. An erotic, naughty look was evident in her eyes. She licked my forehead, quite happy with herself. It was then that her right hand came down from my head, moving slowly, playfully downward, the fingers on her hand caressing downward, from my neck, down between my breasts, and cross my waist. I let out a quick gasp as it reached my clit, rubbing cross it softly, before pressing against my flesh, rubbing on the openings entering, pressing down hard on it, as she rubbed in counter-clockwise upon it.

A naughty, erotic grin appeared on her face, and I felt my body stiffen briefly before I **** myself to relax. Her fingers played with my clit, rubbing against it forcefully, quicking playing with my pussy's outer folds. She giggled, letting out a playful moan, before pinching my clit tightly. She held on for several seconds before letting go, resuming her finger movements, taking them deeper into me.

She moved her body further forward, and I felt her clit bumps across mine, and soon she was rubbing it up and down, rhythmically pressing her bush on mine, the short hairs of her clit rubbing across the smooth skin of mine, making my body react in sudden bouts of pleasure. I also felt her black G-string pressed hard.

I had to **** myself to keep breathing, from having my breath catch in my throat, and soon after had to fight to keep it at a slow, deep pace, my body becoming all the more aroused from her every touch.

Her right hand removed itself from my pussy, and I felt a moan escape my lips as she pressed her clit hard upon mine, rubbing them together furiously. I felt then, her right hand moving around my waist, before grabbing my ass, holding tight upon me, squeezing it in her hand. She slapped it once, trying to secure a better grip on me. She held on tight, keeping our bodies held tight as she could.

Her breast then rubs across each other, and soon she was moving her body up and down, as though attempting to thrust her body against me. I felt water then, from my pussy, dripping down my inner thigh, before dripping down and off my body, and onto the surface below me.

She becomes more forceful then, her lust growing even harder. I felt my body growing instant to join in, though I keep still. I quickly orgasmed to her touch, once, then twice, as our bodies were pressed hard together, her body moving hard against mine. She giggled playfully again, and I briefly got a view of several more, watching, enjoying the scene, at least one of them recording it on their phone.

She paused then, reaching back and pulling off her g-string, biting her lower lip as she moves. She reached up, placing the g-string in my outstretched hands. I could clearly feel the moister then from the intimate garment, the wetness was quite apparent to me. I held myself still, quite aware of my own arousal, as her body pressed hard on me.

She moans then, pressing her body back on me, and I could feel our clits rub across each other than, no longer separated from touching by a single layer of clothes. She rubbed her body against mine in almost primal need. She moaned loudly, her head arched back, her hands once more upon me, holding, gripping tight onto me, caressing, gripping and squeezing me. My mind seemed to swim in a sea of pleasure, lost in the moment. I managed to hold myself still, even as I felt orgasm after orgasm hit me then.

I climaxed then, and quickly become aware that she had also, her body sweaty from her exertions. She slowed then, a look of pleasure and excitement, slowly stepping off me, still stumbling once in and awhile. Satisfaction was clear on her face, she steps up and off, giving me a clear view of her clit, drenched and glistening with moisture. She stood up again to my left, casually grabbing her g-string from my hands. I watch from the corner of my vision as she puts the g-string back on, before walking slowly out of view.

Her friends, male and female alike, are finally clearly seen before me, enjoying the show. I keep myself still, keeping them from noticing what I really was, and soon see her step outside, and they greet each other. She wraps her arms around one of them, as he holds her tight, laughing and giggling, before walking off and out of sight.

I remained still, slowly feeling my heart rate slow, not sure how much time I will get before someone else notices me.