You are way past caring

Shocked to realise you are even more turned on by the watching faces, you begin to grind against the strangers hand. Looking up you see that the watching crowd has grown and all around are little comments of encouragement and support

Your partner in what is quickly becoming an exhibition seems to be as involved in this now as yourself, and pressing down against his hand, you are thrilled to feel fingers curling up and against you, outlining the shape of lips inside your damp thong. The small strip of material that is all that is covering your modesty is fast becoming sodden, and the probing attention of fingers is just making it worse.

Sliding a hand behind, you feel the bulge that has been pressing against you for the last few minutes, trailing fingers down along the length that is now so prominent. Lowering it further, you slide under the crotch of his jeans, cupping the hand as you lift up to feel his hanging balls.

The probing hand between your own thighs is now exploring deeply, and judging by some of the comments from the enraptured audience, the swollen lips of your pussy must now be outlined very clearly beneath the wet lace. Any doubts that there is little left to everyone’s imagination are vanquished when with a quick movement of his thumb he pulls the crotch aside.

There is a cheer from the crowd as everyone within view is greeted with the sight of this guy’s finger running firmly across the lips of your fully exposed and freshly shaved pussy, but this cheer is eclipsed by the one that follows when the probing finger pushes between the lips that part without any resistance.

You almost collapse against him as your body is rocked by the most intense orgasm from such little contact, turned on beyond belief by this act of real exhibitionism. As your mouth opens in a small cry of pleasure, the hand around his cock tightens, and you feel his own body stiffen.

Recovering some composure, you look around at the baying crowd, blushing a deep red of embarrassment, shocked at just how far you have already gone with this guy who you haven’t even shared a single word with. Belatedly bashful at such behaviour, you ease his hand from between your thighs, and quickly smooth the skirt back down over your thighs, much to the disappointment of the audience.

A quick glance and you catch sight of Lucy, who simply grins back, obviously enjoying the show as much as everyone else has. You smile back, shocked, embarrassed, but by no means regretful of these actions, and ignoring the many calls of more from around you, look for the quickest route out of your current place on the floor.