Eight. No, nine. Definitely nine. Maybe, more. I had lost count of my drinks about an hour ago. It was hard to keep track when random men hand you a beer and topless women flash and grope and distract you at every turn. Before I knew it, I was one of them. Nothing but a denim mini skirt and a collection of multi-colored beads covering me. I had lost my shoes some ways back but I didn’t even care. My brunette locks were tied up in a messy bun, strands falling down my glistening face. My make-up was smudged over my milky skin and I was screaming at the top of my lungs, the atmosphere taking over my body.
I saw her out of the corner of my eye at first. Blonde hair streaked with blue, bright eyes and petite body covered only by a loose dress hanging off her shoulders exposing one breast. So confident, she wasted no time. Within minutes of making eye contact with her she was on me. My head spun with a hundred thoughts. What would my husband think? Where were my travel companions Jeff and Maria? And who was this beautiful stranger with her tongue down my throat? The alcohol jumbled these thoughts until they were hidden away deep down where they couldn’t bother me. I tasted the stranger’s sweet cherry lips and her hands soon found their way up my skirt. I gasped as her fingers slid between my moist pussy lips, exploring every fold and crevice before slipping a finger deep into my tight hole.