First Table

As I made my way over to my assigned section, I could see that the patrons there were paying close attention to me. The cool air in the bar makes my exposed breasts hard, my nipples sticking up like daggers. I'm aroused by the sensation, brought on by the temperature combined with my toplessness.

As I made my way to my first set of guests for the evening, I felt a hand grasp my ass. look at the source, and I'm surprised it's a young woman. I smile briefly at her and soon discover many of those along my path seemed interested in placing their hands on my ass; touching, groping, or slapping it at their leisure.

My first table had five grizzly middle-aged men, recently from construction work. They sit relaxed in the corner of my assigned space and are having a discussion among themselves. At my approach, they quickly stop talking among themselves. As a whole, they all looked directly at me, looks of desire planted clearly on all their faces.

"Hey, honey. Haven't seen you here before.", says one of the workers from in the back. Even as I set out their drinks, several pairs of eyes watch my tits bounce merrily. A hand from my left reaches up, and caresses my waist, falling generally to my hip. Even if its attention is of a cruder nature, I still find the attention very much to my liking. A second hand, this time from my right, has begun feeling up my ass, and quickly I feel it has found a way between my legs, tantalizingly touching the inside of my thigh and shaved thatch. I feel the fingers on my vaginal folds, as they are unceremoniously groped by no less than three fingers. I find the abrupt forwardness quite alluring.

The Smile on my face widens, and I asked "Can I get you anything?". The hand around my thigh pulls me close, threatening to land me into his lap. His other hand has been placed on my hip, reaching in front and grasping my leg with surprising intimacy, touching my thigh several times before advancing to my thatch. The fingers forcibly touch my folds, feeling their way over the surface of my thatch. About the same time the first hand has taken a stronghold around my leg, pulling me closer, and forcing me to be next to him.

I turn my gaze his way, my smile never wavering, as the forcefulness and bashfulness of his actions, I find oddly alluring. Despite the 'uncouth' manner of their advances, I'm becoming a horny mess, my folds wet and seeking more. And I've only just started. The man holding me tight, feeling me up, chose to speak a reply, "I'd like a quick helping of some time with you, honey". Even as he says it, his hands are still busy feeling me up, pressing upon my thatch, and ass. Several of the guys at the table let out hoots and hawkers of rowdy laughter in response to his naughty statement.