Ask for a fresh champagne bottle

As you stand naked, twelve pairs of hungry eyes wandering all over you, your body tingles with excitement and the need to continue the show.

“Well guys, “you begin to speak, voice unsteady from a mixture of adrenalin and drink, “don’t you think I deserve a little drink for that?” and as you ask you look clearly towards one of the more full bottles of champagne on the tables.

There is a scramble as nearly everyone tries to reach for it first, but as one guy gets a firm hold on the bottle you have indicated, the rest sit back and allow him the pleasure of passing it to you.

“No glass?” you giggle as you take hold of the near-full bottle, but before anyone can correct the oversight, you add, “oh well, suppose i could neck it” and lift it slowly to your mouth. With one hand on the bottle neck, the other on the base, you tip the bottle slowly up, tasting the bubbles as the cold liquid runs into your mouth. After a couple of small gulps, you raise the base of the bottle even higher, fully aware that this will increase the flow, and as the champagne begins to pour out faster, you close your mouth, letting it splash over your lips, and then pour down your chin.

There is almost an shocked intact of breath from all around, quickly replaced by roars of approval as they see what you feel; the champagne beginning to cascade over your face, down your upturned throat, then downwards, pouring over your breasts, some dripping from your nipples, but more running down your stomach and then over your smooth skin onto the warm lips of your pussy.

The feeling of this is amazing, and you can’t resist tipping the bottle higher, causing the liquid to pour down you even faster, the coolness of it in sharp contrast to how hot your body is feeling right now.

You can feel your whole front covered by the expensive shower, and much of it pooling now around your feet having made its full journey down your nakedness, whilst between your thighs, exploding bubbles are causing sensations of a whole new kind.

Finally, and much to your disappointment, the bottle runs dry, and you are left standing with an empty bottle pointing down at your face, and your body dripping with champagne.