Context: I was on a girls trip when this happened. I’ve recently become interested in women, so my husband and I thought this would be a great opportunity for me to experiment. I’ve followed this reddit from afar for a while and now that I have something to share with you all, I’m excited to participate. I hope you enjoy!
I stepped out of the shower and ran my towel through my hair, sweeping it up onto the top of my head and wrapping my robe around my body. I walked back to my room at the hostel, passing a few people in the common area and internally blushing at the thought of being so close to naked around strangers. I contemplated what I should wear as I shifted through my suitcase, deciding on a black dress with a new necklace I had bought earlier that week. I slipped the black dress over my still slightly wet body and gently fastened the necklace around my neck. I finished up my hair and makeup and waited on my friend, Jenna, to finish up before heading out to the common area. I poured myself a drink and sipped nervously, scanning the room. A few people were playing beer pong and sitting around talking. Jenna and I decided to play foosball (she kicked my ass) and then joined a few other girls to play beer pong, which I am admittedly also horrible at. At this point I was feeling pretty tipsy, but I go to grab another drink before leaving for the burlesque show. As I’m pouring vodka into my cup, I hear someone to my right say “I like your dress.” I look up to see a blonde woman around my age wearing a Wisconsin T-shirt and jean shorts. I smile and say thank you. We start talking-she’s from Oregon, finishing up her degree, but originally from Wisconsin. She’s here with her boyfriend who is from Scotland, but also now lives in Oregon.
Our conversation is cut short by the hostel guide yelling that it’s time to head out. She smiles at me and says “see you later.” I run to grab my wallet and walk to the bar along with a few girls, realizing I never asked for the woman’s name. We get to the bar and grab another drink while waiting for the show to start. The first burlesque dancer starts her show. After she’s done, the DJ plays some music before the next dancer starts and Jenna and I start dancing. Then I notice the woman from earlier watching me from across the bar. I smile at her and continue dancing. Before I realize what’s happening, she’s moved closer to me and is dancing right next to me. Her leg grazes mine a few too many times to be on accident. She presses her ass against my hip and looks at me coyly out of the corner of her eye. The music stops and the next burlesque dancer starts their act.
The woman is sitting on her boyfriend’s lap slowly pressing her lips against his and looking at me over his shoulder. I think that I must be imagining things, telling myself to stop being ridiculous. I try to focus back in on the burlesque show. I can’t help but begin to study the woman from across the room. Her blonde waves are messy and fall just above her shoulders. As she presses herself against her boyfriend, I appreciate the way her jeans hug her ass and her long, toned legs. Her shirt hugs her body in all the right places, outlining her lanky frame. I start to get wet as I notice her nipples adding a sharp outline to her silhouette. I decide to head to the bathroom to calm myself down.
My cheeks are flushed and my wetness has seeped through my underwear. I give myself a pep talk, still convinced that I must be imagining things. I head back out to the floor as the last burlesque dancer is finishing up and the DJ starts the music up again. I begin to dance, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. Soon, the woman is back. Dancing closely and gently brushing her hand against my back. Now I’m starting to realize that I’m not imagining things (which is terrifying and exciting at the same time). She dances so that she’s facing me and I pull her closer to me wrapping my hands around her waist. The rhythm picks up and we move faster together, grinding into each other. She runs her hands along my back and down my ass, gently squeezing. I can feel her breath hot on my neck. I whisper in her ear, “what’s your name?” and she breathily replies, “Olivia.” The music changes to a country song and we peel ourselves apart, twirling each other and swing dancing. Her eyes have a mischievous look in them and I can feel myself almost dripping wet at this point. The music changes to a sultry jazz number and she pulls me in close to her again. I look up at her and we lock eyes and her eyes move to my lips and back up as if questioning whether it’s okay. I nod and bite my lip. Her lips collide with mine and I let out a soft moan. Her mouth is warm and wet. Her tongue runs along my lower lip and into my mouth as I suck on it. I run my hands along her chest, feeling her hard nipples and realize she’s not wearing a bra. We continue like this for what feels like hours until the song ends and the next burlesque dancer starts.
She saunters back over to her boyfriend and I go rejoin Jenna. As the next dancer begins her act, I can feel Olivia’s eyes on me and my face feels hot. I lock eyes with her and bite my lip. Then, I purposefully ignore her for the rest of the act. Within seconds after the next act, she’s back and not messing around. She grabs my face with both of hands and brings her lips to mine, kissing me so strongly, I almost lose my balance. I run my hands through her hair and down her back as we dance slowly, lips locked. As we pull away, I notice that people are watching us. I look over her shoulder and my eyes meet with her boyfriend’s. I kiss her neck slowly, maintaining eye contact with him. He smiles. She grabs my hand and pulls me back over to where he’s sitting. She begins grinding on him and I press myself into her, sandwiching her between the two of us. We dance until the next act begins and I pull away.
After the next act ends, I notice that Olivia is heading outside. For some reason, I decide to follow her. I catch up with her outside on the street and grab her hand. She turns and smiles, happy that I caught on. We move closer and begin making out as she pushes me against the wall. She grabs my hair pulling my head back and kissing my neck. My eyes roll back and I let out a low groan. As I open my eyes, I notice someone else’s shadow moving over us. It’s her boyfriend. He moves in to my left grabbing my ass and hers and starts kissing her. I’m enjoying watching them as I start moving my hand against her shorts. She moves her hands against my thigh, slowly creeping up my dress until her fingers touch the lace of my underwear. She hastily moves my underwear out of the way and rubs her fingers against my clit. My legs feel weak and her boyfriend holds me up against the wall as her fingers move inside of me. My hand makes its way between her shorts and into her underwear. Her pussy is soft. I love the way it feels against my fingers as I slowly rub against her clit, teasing her. Her boyfriend starts kissing my neck as she kisses my mouth and bites my lip. I open my eyes to see people walking by on the street. I smile at them, enjoying their stares. I begin to moan louder as she moves her other hand under my dress and cups my breast in her hand, squeezing my nipple gently and her boyfriend gently moves his hand around my neck. I notice that she’s running her hand up and down his pants and he’s visibly hard at this point. I stop playing with her clit and gently sink one finger into her wet pussy, then two. She moans into my neck. My fingers move slowly and rhythmically as she grinds against me. After a while, we slowly remove our fingers and continue kissing, softer now. We smile at each other as we all realize we don’t have anywhere to go to continue our fun as we are all staying in a hostel. We say goodbye and they walk away. My face is still flushed and my pussy is throbbing as I lean against the wall and see Jenna walking toward me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/btgpvb/my_f_first_threesome_ffm_at_a_burlesque_show
No no no. You can’t stop now
Hot!
Now you got me all hot and bothered. Great writing!