Might as well go the whole way

As the cheers recede, the music starts again, and without thinking, you begin to move once more, letting your body rock and your hands caress yourself. As you let one hand run through your hair, tipping your head back and closing your eyes, the other hand runs down your body until you feel your fingers pass over your thong, the tips teasingly brushing across your pussy, a pussy that you realise is slightly damp.

There is a moment of silence as your audience take in the fact you haven’t finished, but the roars of encouragement quickly break it. Even more encouraging is that as you look around the baying crowd, you see a collection of bulges within their trousers, and one or two are making no secret of the fact they are rubbing themselves as they watch you.

“Take it off baby, show us everything” someone shouts out to you, and in response, you turn your back to them and run both hands around your waist, letting fingers push beneath the waistband of your thong.

With your hips moving in time to the music, you repeat the process that saw your skirt removed previous, slowly peeling the item down. You feel as the thin strip pulls free from between your cheeks until it is clear and now all it is covering is the damp lips of your excited pussy.

You lean right forward, your ass pointing at the excited men, and you spread your feet apart giving yourself a good balance. Turning your head back, you watch the men behind you, as they all stare expectantly between your thighs, and not wanting to wait any longer, you ease the thong down, feeling as it comes free from your pussy, letting the many eyes gaze upon your lips.

Slowly you stand upright once more, and let the thong drop free. It catches around your boots, but you simply step free from it by lifting your knees higher to free yourself from it, an action that causes a greater exposure of your pussy, something the audience is more than happy with.

Finally you are completely naked except for your boots, and you finish your dance seductively, letting your hands pass over your pussy, enjoying the slight touches you give yourself, although maybe not firm enough for your audience to realise.

As the latest song comes to an end, you let your body come to a rest, and you look around the men, smiling at them as they all look at you with pure lust.

“Wow, I can’t believe I just did that,” you tell yourself as you debate what you should do now.