You want more

As the hand between your open thighs settles into a comfortable position, the fingers continue to trace their way around your pussy, causing your thong to push tightly over the lips, allowing this guy to feel perfectly clearly not just the outline of them, but also the fact you are clean shaven there and also that you are right now soaking wet with excitement.

Looking around, you realise no one is paying you or him a blind bit of notice, instead all eyes are on Lucy, who at this very moment is leaning over, hands flat on a table, and gyrating her near naked ass at all the guys gathered this side of the room. For those on the opposite side, the view is of her leaning towards them, her massive and naked breasts swinging beneath her body and her upturned face looking at them all.

You are turned on beyond belief at the sight, not really due to seeing Lucy naked, you have seen that many a time at home, but the fact she is almost naked and driving a room full of men mad with lust, a lust you want a part of.

The fingers between your thighs continue their gentle probing, seemingly nervous to get too bold. You however desperately want more, and reaching down you take hold of his arm and pull it closer to you, giving a perfect signal to him. He takes the less than subtle hint and without hesitation drives his fingers firmer against you, pushing between your lips through the thong. There is nowhere for the thong to go except inbetween the lips, and with a satisfied moan, you now have his fingers running up and down inside them, rubbing the soft lace against you and soaking up the juices that are quickly running free from you.

You look around again to see that still no one has noticed you, not that it would worry you if anyone was looking at you right now. Instead everyone is still focusing on Lucy, who is now actually laying across the table, legs high in the air and wide apart as she runs her hands down her naked body onto her soft thighs before back over her thong, slowing there to tease herself through the only item of clothing she still has on.

Suddenly she throws her head back and looks directly at you, smiling as she sees the hand snaking under your skirt, but the look is short lived as she then returns her attention to her own body, caressing herself as if she was all alone at home, and not laying nearly naked on a table surrounded by a bunch of horny men.