Someone's puppet

I was meeting some friends at an upscale bar and grille. I put on a tight, strapless white dress that came down to about four inches above the knee, a pair of white spike heeled shoes, and white silk panties. I fixed my hair and make-up and met the girls at 7 pm.

We sat on bar stools around a small round table, me and my friends Sherry, Gwen, and Maria. We ordered margaritas and talked about our latest shopping finds.

Suddenly my hands flew up to my boobs. I started roughly massaging them. My eyes went wide, and I tried to move my hands, but I could not.

"What the hell?" said Sherry.

"Lindsey, get a hold of yourself...but not like that!" said Maria.

"I can't stop!" I said.

"Quit clowning around," Said Maria. "You're making a fool of yourself.

"I can't stop!" I said. I turned in my seat so I was facing the door. The places was starting to get busy, and as people entered, they saw me mashing my boobs.

"Linsdey!" said Gwen, "enough already!"

One of my hands stopped and lowered. My legs spread about, and my hand went up my dress and started rubbing my crotch while the other hand kept groping my tit.

"For the love of god, Lindsey," said Maria. "Cut it out, or we're going to leave you here."

I went to say something, but all I could do was lick my lips over and over as my hands continued to work on their own.