Let him.

I don’t pay him any mind, rather look over to Stella. “I wonder how he really got those tickets” I say with a quizzical smirk. She looks back to be, paying no mind as my dress is pulled up to waist level. “Oh what does it matter. If he got them legit then fantastic. If not, it’s really his problem. No one is going to give two gals flak over it.” I nod, bending forward slightly and step out of my black panties with one foot as they reach my ankles, placing down my foot at a slight distance from the other leaving me more exposed.

I feel how his hand starts to caress my vulva and quickly place the lipstick back down in my bag to avoid smearing it all over my face in case of ‘turbulence’. “Anyhow, I am glad he brought his mate.” “Harald?” “Yeah. I think he likes me you know.” I snicker. “He's just a guy, want to get some attentio-Ah!”

The cock slides inside of my vagina, pressing his length deep inside of me until he begins to bang me with a steady pace, making me shake with every push of his hips against my rump. “Do you think he will ask me out?” asks Stella, casually placing down her cosmetics in her purse, paying no mind to my tits being pulled out of my dress. “I don’t-Mmh.. know. Maybe if you gave some hints?” The noise of his dick pushing back and forth on the wet mess that is my cunt makes a distracting amount of noise and I have to open my mouth to not fall short of breath.

“Nah he will get it.” says Stella and collects her things. “I will see you back at the table, all right?” I nod as she passes by, the man pushing my upper body towards the sink as he humps faster. I feel the cold porcelain against my naked chest and give out a soft whine from the strange stimulants. The guy humping the girl with a similar dress to mine seems to have finished, and I can hear the tap running as he passes me by. From the corner of my eye I see the girl washing her loins off with water and paper, before correcting her dress and with a stern look returns to the party.

He groans, loudly. Almost breaking over to a pathetic whine as he reaches orgasm, shooting his load inside of me. Even so he pushes a few more times for good measure before pulling out. I groan slightly but don’t change my position yet, in case he has something else in mind. As it happens, he doesn’t. Rather I hear his zipper being pulled out and he casually strolls back out.

Now, I could just slip everything back where it should be, or I could do like the other gal and make myself presentable again..