Take The Seat Myself

He opens his mouth, a sly look on his face as he says, "Hey, look at that... there’s only one stool left. You should . . ." I interrupt him, drawing my body close to kiss, and squarely planting a kiss on his lips, before casually walking past him and claiming the seat myself. I look back his way, and watch as he shrugs back, and chooses to stand next to me. I gasp, smiling, as he wrapping his right hand around me, gently playing with me, pushing his fingers under the hem of my skirt.

He holds two fingers of his right hand and asked for a shot I've never heard of before. As he waits for the bartender to produce the beverage, I feel his hand not so subtly pulls at my skirt, bringing his hand underneath. I smile his way, feeling him rubbing my ass cheek with the palm of his hand, slapping it once as the drink arrives. I give him a look, and he makes his usual attempt at feigning innocence before lifting his glass, as though making a toast. We clink glasses together and drink the shot together. It comes with a chaser of another alcoholic drink, which he also wants us to clink before drinking it down soon after. As we do, and I start to drink mine, he pulls my skirt up, revealing my ass to everyone.

Just as I finish the chaser, I feel a hand on my ass, slapping me casually as they walk by. To my surprise, it's a gal I’ve never met before, but they do flash me an amused look as our eyes meet. It’s followed soon after by another slap, this time a guy going the other direction. I start to wonder if sitting on his lap may have been the more prudent choice. Not that I would give him the chance to hear me say it, though. Just imagining how much he would gloat was enough to keep my mouth shut from making such an admission.

My thoughts are derailed when another round of the same arrives, and soon we are downing those down too. Soon, another patron, a handsome guy about our age, steps over and asks if he can take a selfie with me; Something about how it would drive his ex wild or something. I didn't listen much at that point, which might have been the drinks speaking to me. Anyway, I agreed, and soon he’s holding his phone before us and getting a good grip on me, quickly snapping a photo; he takes one, and insists on wanting another. I smile once more, and I gasp in surprise as my ex grabs my top, pulling it down and off, exposing my tits fully to the world just as the camera takes the photo. I gasp in shock soon after the shot is taken, playfully slapping my ex on the back as soon as I realize what he did. We're both laughing, and so is the newcomer as he sees the bonus of my bare tits clearly framed in the shot.

I feel him now, grasping me from behind, playing with me. His hand is grabbing my tit now, clenching my nipple while messaging it in his hand. He takes several more shots, kissing my neck in some.

My ex grabs my skirt then, yanking it off me. I gasp out loud as I feel it leave my waist. Meanwhile, the guy behind me puts his camera into video mode, puts it on the counter, and then yanks my top off from around my waist, pulling it swiftly up and over my head.

My ex then leads forward, kissing and playing with my nipple. I moan, my body too enamoured by the situation to even give me the chance to complain. I’m being grabbed by men on both sides of me, my naked body visible to all; I orgasm then, my body in plain view as they play with me.