Cindy In The Lounge
Keywords: Lounge, In, The, Cindy,
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When we first walked into the bar, we thought we might have to keep looking. We wanted a place that wasn't too busy, but this place was dead. After looking around, however, we decided it might do. It was a small place. There were four others in the bar; the bartender, and three business looking types sitting at the bar. We'd chosen this place because it struck us as a place where lonely, bored businessmen might hang out while on the road, and we were right. They looked up with mild interest when we came in. As well they might.
We were out playing sex games that night. Cindy was dressed to kill. She had on a short, black frilly skirt and a loose fitting blouse with the top two buttons undone. Some medium height heels and black bikini panties finished the ensemble. She was not wearing a bra.
Cindy is an exhibitionist. I guess I am too, because I sure get turned on when she shows herself off. I love to see the looks on the faces of other men when she gets careless with her clothing; and she loves it just as much. Tonight we were out again looking for fun.
We went up to the bar and each took a seat, leaving just one open seat between the others and us. As Cindy climbed onto the stool, she gave a healthy show of her long legs as she stretched out to climb on. This was not unnoticed by the three men at the bar, who were trying not to look too interested in my wife.
The bartender came over to us, and took immediate notice of the cleavage as Cindy ordered her drink. I looked over and could see that a large amount of Cindy's luscious breasts were visible, but not her gorgeous nipples – not yet, anyway. He brought the drinks back to us with a smile, which Cindy returned with interest. He was a good-looking younger guy, and I know that Cindy was turned on. This was going to be some night.
We sipped on our drinks for a couple of minutes, listening to the conversation of our neighbors at the bar. It was about their work, or something, and we decided it was time for a change. Cindy rotated about 45 degrees towards them, and asked where they were from.
It was fun to watch them as they turned back to answer her. Their eyes traveled from her face down to her legs, all the way down to her feet and back up again, pausing just ever so slightly at her thighs. I could see why. Even from my angle, I could see a good amount of smooth, tanned skin. I was betting they could see more. But not too much more, not yet. She would tease them a little first.
They did all rotate more around, however, so that now they were all directly facing us. Now that the conversation had been initiated, it wouldn't have been polite to not look over. They all were letting their eyes travel up and down her body, trying not to be obvious about it.
We continued to chat, eventually Cindy was able to bring the bartender into the conversation. She had been bothered about him down at the end of the bar, doing bartender things, and not paying attention. So she directed some questions to him, also, forcing him to come on down to us and join the audience. I don't think he was too upset about it.
As we continued to talk, Cindy continued to move and fidget around. I knew she was giving quick flashes all the way up to the lacy, black panties, and I could see the interest growing in the other four men. She was using the barstool between herself and the others as a toy. She was constantly shifting it around with her feet and her legs, occasionally lifting a foot up to the top rung to show a little more, then dropping the foot again. After she got halfway through her second drink, she started getting more serious. I watched as she, with all eyes watching, stretched her fine feline stretch. She leaned back in her stool and slowly lifted first one foot, then the other up to the seat of the stool beside her, using it as a footstool. I knew the view from the other side was marvelous. Her legs were straight, feet resting on the seat. She hadn't done anything to put her skirt to a more modest level. I'm sure there wasn't more than just a couple of inches between the panty-clad crotch and the hem of her skirt. She even had her legs spread apart a little. I was wishing I was on the other side to enjoy the view too. She sat like that for a while, seemingly unaware of the show she was giving. Every once in awhile, during animated conversation, she would move her legs, or bend them at the knees, or raise one leg or the other, increasing the show. It was funny to watch how all the eyes would shift when she did that. I could imagine that those sexy black panties were probably pretty wet by now.
We must have been thinking alike, as we frequently did. About that time, she again very slowly, lifted first one leg, then the other off the stool and stretched all the way to the ground. Standing up, she announced her need to pee, and sauntered off to the restroom. Five sets of eyes were on her as she strode, skirt bouncing , across the floor. When she entered the room, there was a collective sigh of appreciation, and of relief. One of the men looked at me and said, by way of understatement, that that was one sexy woman there. I agreed. A couple of the others stuttered something else. At this time of the night, it was now my cue to let them in on the game. I told them about how we were playing sex games tonight, and that we did this from time to time. I explained, to no ones great surprise, that Cindy loved to be the center of attention, and that she loved to show off, and that she loved to have people see her. I also said that I enjoyed it as much as she did. I also explained that I had finally gotten to the age where I couldn't get her off all by myself. After 20 years, I was fresh out of ideas. That was where these nights got started. I told them not to worry about me, and to just relax and enjoy whatever else might happen. Just to respect Cindy's wishes, and let her call the game. I again explained that this was a mutually agreeable, in fact exciting game, and I had no problems with it. There seemed to be a sigh of relief from the group, thinking that they didn't have to feign ignorance anymore.
Meanwhile, I knew exactly what Cindy was doing. First, of course, she was taking off the panties and sticking them in her purse. She wouldn't be wearing those anymore tonight. She would also be adjusting her hair, and unbuttoning one more button on her blouse. Now she would be unbuttoned to below her breasts, and they would start to be a lot more in view.
Shortly after I finished explaining to the men, Cindy came flouncing out from the ladies room. She commented on the silence and asked about a jukebox. The bartender jumped to point it out and turn it on, putting on a few good dance tunes. Cindy came back and climbed back on her stool. Now that everyone was in on the game, all pretenses were off. She took a sip of her drink, lifted one foot to rest on the edge of the seat of the stool in front of her. Her other leg she left hanging down. Since I had moved over to their side when I was talking to them, I now saw what they saw. And that was the most beutiful set of long, creamy legs you've ever seen, with a neatly trimmed patch of bush right where they joined. We could see all of that. She knew that, and she loved it. She held the pose for a couple of minutes, then jumped off the stool, grabbed one of the men and dragged him out to dance. Now things were really hot. She was moving and spinning. The light skirt was spinning up, showing off legs, pubic hair, and now most of her adorable butt. Not only that, but the cleavage was now noticeable. We all could see the breasts bouncing around, more or less inside the blouse. We could imagine that up close, a lot more skin would be visible. Since Cindy and I were on the same wavelength, I wasn't surprised to hear her call for the others to come out and join them. And away they all went, all except the bartender. He and I stood back, enjoying the show. Cindy was spinning and weaving, swaying and bending. Using her whole body to show herself off. After a while, her dancing took on more of the style of a topless dancer. She wasn't dancing as much as she was moving erotically. She moved from man to man, flirting, rubbing against them, enticing them. Then that song ended, and a slow song began. She grabbed the nearest man and pulled him to her. She insisted he place both hands behind her, as she did the same to him, pushing her body against his. He finally got the idea and relaxed. Soon, his hands were roving all over her butt. After a while, he pulled up her skirt over her waist so that his buddies could see what he was playing with. Cindy just seemed to push closer to him. Another man cut in, and the scene was the same. This time, he began from the sides to pull up her skirt, so we all saw a lot of hip along with the beautiful ass. What an amazing sight it was. I was totally turned on. The bartender was just staring. The third guy cut in and, before he pulled her to him, just pulled up her whole skirt and then pushed his body against her bare pussy. Like the others, he held her skirt high as he fondled her butt and danced. They all took turns until the song was over, then they returned to the bar.
The next song was fast again, and Cindy asked for help getting up on the bar. Six arms helped her climb up, 10 eyes watched her do it. Once on the bar, she began to dance. We all stood there, speechless, looking up her skirt at her pussy while she danced and swayed and throbbed and pushed. Cindy was exciting as she danced, sometimes reaching down to pull her skirt up over her waist herself, not that she needed to from our angle. Soon, she started to squat down, legs spread, leaving her pussy just inches away from the eyes that would not stray from her. She unbuttoned her blouse so her boobs were now completely visible. Her nipples were hard and her eyes were bright. She was having the time of her life.
Pretty soon, she simply took off the blouse and threw it on the floor.
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Keywords: Lounge, In, The, Cindy,