I spied them across the room, tall, beautiful. Drink gave me the confidence to approach them, and they seemed to find me attractive too. We chatted for a while, and then went to sit on one of the sofas outside. They sat first and I nestled in between their legs. Their arms were around me and I was leaning back on their chest. Someone had taken over the decks with acid house music and we were watching people dance.
Their hands slid up my top to my breasts and began to caress them. I wasn’t wearing a bra.
‘People will see!’ I protested.
Their response was to move their hands down…to unbutton my shorts. I felt a hand slide into my knickers and fingers begin to explore.
‘Let them see,’ they breathed in my ear. Their other hand moved back up to my breasts and they began to kiss my neck.
I should stop this, I thought, I should. We shouldn’t do this in public! I should stop them, but how can I when this feels so…fucking…good!