THE DANCER

A very good friend of mine asked me to write her story for her and gave me permission to publish it on the internet. Her name has been changed. I have enhanced the erotic parts for my readers' pleasure and this has met with my friend's approval. Ruth is a stunning blonde, 33 years old, married with a 10 year old son. Here is her true story.
Told by Ruth to Maxine.
Bruce, my husband, had taken me on holiday to a holiday resort. My sister was looking after our son for a week. The first few days had been fabulous. Bruce had been very attentive and had wined and dined me as though he was courting me. We had danced, taken in a few shows and lazed around the pool. Things had changed though when Bruce started frequenting the casino. It was fun at first but I soon became bored with the gambling. Bruce, however, was bitten by the bug and couldn't be dragged away as much as I tried. By the third night of gambling I had had enough. It was about 10.30 and I was totally bored. I left Bruce to his gambling and wandered off to one of the night clubs in the resort. I was wearing a white evening gown with silver sequins. It was ankle length with a side slit up to mid thigh. The front and back were low cut, revealing my cleavage nicely.
The place was dimly lit. A small stage was in the centre, surrounded by tables. A bar was against the opposite wall. I was ushered to a secluded table to the side of the stage, set back a bit from the edge of the stage. I soon realised it was a strip joint when a scantily clad girl came on and started doing the bump and grind while shedding her clothes. I was about to get up and leave when the waiter arrived to take my order for a drink. I decided to stay for a while. I ordered a Vodka and tonic. The young girl had finished after stripping to a g-string. Next to appear on the stage was a lovely brunette. She had the most beautiful eyes and looked Italian. As the music started she swayed and gyrated gracefully in time with the rhythm. I was fascinated and couldn't take my eyes off her. The music picked up tempo a bit and she quickened her pace. I had never seen exotic dancing performed so flawlessly before. She slowly discarded her clothing as the show progressed. She was doing the erotic thing with the pole, twining her body around it, rubbing herself up and down it, when her eyes locked onto mine. I never looked away, I was captivated, she looked so sexy in her black fishnet teddy, a pair of black bikini panties visible beneath, her nipples protruding through the fabric. The corners of her mouth turned up in a slight smile as she continued to look at me. Again and again her eyes locked onto mine as she danced. I was oblivious to the rest of the audience, mainly men, feeling a sexual tingling in my loins. I felt she was dancing for me. Finally her performance came to an end. She picked up her clothing, giving me a last seductive stare, and left the stage. I sighed with disappointment, I would have liked to have seen more of her. Two girls followed next and danced sexily together, rubbing their breasts and pussies together. It appealed to the men, but I thought the Italian girl was better. "Hello." a voice said behind me. I turned and it was her.
"May I join you? I noticed you are alone." She asked in a soft husky voice, with no trace of an accent.
"Oh! Why.. of course. Yes please do." I stammered. She sat down next to me, facing the stage.
"My name is Petra." She said. "May I get you a drink?"
"Thank you." I replied. "I am Ruth.
I told her why I was there, how bored I had been etc. She told me about herself and that she enjoyed exotic dancing. I said how much I had enjoyed her dancing and that it had started to turn me on. She smiled and said she liked to turn the men, and especially the women, on, and that I would be surprised at the number of propositions she got from the women. I liked her frankness and we chatted amicably for an hour or so, consuming quite a few drinks in the process. I learned she was single and a few years older than me. Finally she leaned close. I smelled her perfume. She placed her hand on my thigh, which was exposed through the slit in my dress. Her fingers were cool and moved lightly up and down on my tingling flesh, her breast pressed against my arm. "Why don't you come tomorrow night? I do a more erotic show on a Friday night, maybe you will enjoy it."
"Yes." I whispered breathlessly. "I will." I felt my pussy moisten as she slid her hand higher up between my thighs. Involuntarily my legs parted. She kissed me on the cheek, withdrew her hand and stood up.
"Ok. See you tomorrow night." And she was gone. It was after midnight so I thought I had better get back. Bruce was still gambling. I don't think he had even realised I had been missing. I shrugged my shoulders and went to our room. When I undressed I was surprised how wet I was. I had never been attracted to women before, but the image of the sexy dancer set my ovaries fluttering. All next day I thought about her. I was sure she desired me. Was she a lesbian? What would it be like making love to a woman? How would I react if she hit on me? All these thoughts triggered a strange desire to be taken by her. I was a bit scared by my feelings, but on the other hand was curious. I wondered what Bruce had in mind for the evening. We spent the morning at the pool. Sunbathing and sipping beers. We had a late lunch and returned to our room. Still he had said nothing about the evening. I was becoming concerned. What if he wasn't going to the casino. How could I get away alone? Going to the night-club to meet Petra was now the priority. Bruce started watching the sport on television and I decided to take a nap. When I woke later he was taking a shower. He dressed for dinner.
"Let's have dinner early." He said. "I am going to the pub. Meet me there when you are ready."
"Ok!" I muttered, still not knowing what his intentions were. "What are we doing tonight?" I asked.
"Oh I don't know." he answered. "I thought of giving the tables a last whirl. If thetas ok with you. Unless there is something you would like to do in particular."
"Typical." I thought to myself. But for the first time did not begrudge him spending the night gambling.
"All right. I will meet you in the pub in an hour." I replied. I ran a bath and luxuriated in the scented bubbles as I pondered what to wear. I usually keep my pubic hair neatly trimmed, but feeling naughty, I shaved it all off, carefully going either side of the lips, till my pussy was completely bald. I loved the feeling. I wanted to look appealing, but not sluttish. I wanted her to know I was available. I remembered her light caress on my thigh and decided no stockings. And no bra. Panties yes, but something sexy and not too tight. I sat in my robe and applied my make up carefully. I selected a red mini dress with a flared skirt. It was low cut in the front and barely covered my nipples. A pair or silk tanga panties were perfect. I tweaked my nipples to see the effect and was pleased at the way they prominent ly displayed beneath the thin fabric of the dress. A light short white jacket completed the ensemble. I didn't want Bruce to notice I was braless. I left the room and found him in the pub. I had my usual Vodka and we went to dinner. He seemed to be in a rush to get to the casino. But this time I didn't care. I wondered what his reaction would be if he knew I was planning on getting laid by a woman. We finished dinner and I watched him gamble and idly wandered from table to table to pass the time. At 10 'o clock I told him I was going to a show. He impatiently just waved his hand. I left and went to the night club.
I entered the dimly lit club and soon an usher was at my side.
"Good evening ma'am. Ruth is it?" he asked.
"Yes. Good evening." I was surprised he knew my name. "Your table is ready." He said. "It has been reserved for you." And he led me to a secluded table in the same vicinity I had been the previous night, but at the edge of the stage. It was in the corner and the back of the bench seat was high, making it secluded from the rest of the room. A bottle of white wine was in a chiller and two glasses stood next to it. The place was crowded and I was thankful for the prime table. I later learned that Petra had arranged it. I ordered a Vodka and turned my attention to the stage. A comedian was telling dirty jokes. He was followed by a group of scantily clad girls imitating school cheerleaders, but topless and wearing g strings. The stage hands rearranged the props and brought on a small settee, which they placed on the edge of the stage, in front of me. Finally Petra came on and did her routine, similar to the previous evening, but she was wearing a different costume. White, almost see through panties, a strapless white bra, which was so minute it barely covered her big nipples, and white stockings. A black boa was draped around her shoulders. All the time she danced, she looked deep into my eyes. I held her gaze and ran my tongue over my lips seductively. She grasped her breasts and offered them to me. Because of the high back of the seat, no one could see me except Petra. Brazenly I pulled my dress down a bit and showed her my nipples. She then ran her hands down her body and thrust them between her legs. Wow! what a turn on. I knew she was doing it for me. God I wanted her there and then. I was so horny. As she danced, the bra was dispensed with, the boa covered her breasts. She was left wearing the tiny panties only. When she came to the edge of the stage in front of me, I could see the wet patch in her panties. Her patch of dark pubic hair clearly visible through the transparent fabric. She gave me that beautiful smile again and reclined on the settee in front of me. The boa hung from her shoulders, across her breasts and draped over her thighs. Her hands disappeared beneath it and then re-emerged holding her panties. She tossed them aside. She ran her hands sensuously down her body, parting the boa and running her hands over her breasts, her fingers strummed her nipples fleetingly. Her hands continued downwards, the boa parting more and more till her hands were at her crotch. She closed her eyes and lay back. She raised one foot onto the seat and slowly parted her legs. She teased her pussy for a few seconds and then parted her lips with her fingers, opening her womanhood for my eyes. Suddenly the lights went out. Her routine came to an end. Ten minutes later she joined me and we shared the wine.
"I am on again in half an hour." She told me. "I will be dancing for you. Please come to the dressing room when I am finished." And she gave me instructions on where to go. My heart was going like an express train. All too soon the half hour had passed and she went to change. The stage was arranged as before, with the settee in front of me. When she appeared on the stage, she was wearing a long, black, off the shoulder evening gown, which was parted in the centre, all the way to her waist, exposing her shapely legs encased to mid thigh in self supporting black silk stockings. A flash of her black tanga panties was visible as she moved. Long black gloves came up above her elbows. She danced in her usual exotic style, her body swaying rhymically to the music. The audience was hushed. Her eyes were on mine most of the time. As her routine progressed, her dress was slowly removed. She had on a different outfit underneath. A black fishnet bustier. Gradually her bustier was undone and removed, now all she had on were her panties and stockings. Her movements became more erotic and suggestive. She did her thing on the pole again, sliding her pussy up and down it as though she was trying to hump it. She moved around the edge of the stage, shaking her breasts and rubbing her pussy through her panties. She moved from table to table, thrusting her pussy forwards to the audience. Finally she was right in front of me. Gyrating and bucking her hips in a fucking motion. Petra stood still when the music stopped and slowly peeled off her panties, she sat on the edge of the settee and covered her pussy with her hands. Her bustier was pulled down, revealing her breasts. She lifted her legs to the cushions and swivelling around, reclined against the armrest. She started caressing her breasts and then let one hand drop to her pussy. She started masturbating and I was convinced she wasn't faking her pleasure. Her hands flew all over her intimate parts. She stopped short of cumming and rolled over onto all fours. I had a good view of her delicious pussy from the rear. She stayed in that position, undulating her hips and thrusting her pelvis forwards and backwards in a fucking motion, as she undid her bustier and removed the garment. Petra rolled onto her side and posed like that for a few seconds, wearing only her stockings. Slowly she peeled them off her lovely legs. She was completely naked now. Finally she lifted her one leg and just before the lights went out, opened her cunt wide with her fingers. I knew she was doing it for me. Her show came to an end. The audience showed their appreciation by the applause. Hurriedly I finished my drink and went off to find the dressing room, which didn't take long, thanks to her detailed directions. I opened the door and entered. About six girls were there, in different stages of undress, preparing for their turns on stage. Two of them were completely naked, sitting in front of a mirror applying make up, and giggling together. One of them, a lovely young redhead, quite openly started caressing the blonde next to her. Cupping her breasts and pulling her nipples, making them stand out like stalks. The blonde put a hand between the redhead's thighs and stroked her pussy. No one seemed in the least concerned. I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun around. It was Petra, wearing only her fishnet bustier, no panties. She smiled and took my hand and led me to a bed in a small alcove. It was half obscured by a curtain, which was too small to completely hide the bed. Petra kissed me on the lips and peeled off my dress. She eyed my firm breasts with approval. She lay back on the bed, lifted her knees and parted her legs wide. She smiled again and took my hands in hers and drew me down on top of her. I didn't know what to do. I just lay on top of her. I felt her body gyrating and thrusting upwards against mine. I lay still. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me downwards, past her breasts, still she pushed me lower. I eased my body downwards, following the insistent pressure of her hands, till my face was between her spread thighs. I could smell her wetness. It was intoxicating. All she said was, "Taste me. You know you want me." She put her hands behind my head and pulled my face into her crotch. I had no option but to open my mouth and let her swollen wet pussy press against my lips. She moved her hips and ground her pussy against my mouth. I lost my inhibitions and kissed her moist warm flesh. I had never been with a woman before but knew what to do. Bruce often eats me so I knew what I liked and how to do it. I licked and sucked her to orgasm, not caring a damn about the other girls there.
Petra came hard, her pussy became extremely wet. I felt her hot liquid on my lips and tongue. When her orgasm subsided, she gently pulled me back up her body and kissed me hard on my lips.
"You have never been with a woman before have you." She said as a statement not as a question.
"No." I answered in a trembling voice.
"I am sorry." She said. "I took it for granted that you had. I hope I haven't offended you."
"No you haven't." I replied. "I have wanted to make love to you since yesterday.
But....Here....Like this...I..I don't know." I stammered. Petra eased herself out from under me. "Let's get out of here." She said, and started dressing. She put on a pair of tight jeans and a low, loose white blouse. I noticed she never bothered to put on any underwear. "Would you like to go to a party with me?" She asked. "It's not far from here. A private party." "Yes. I would." I replied, throwing all caution to the wind. I was captivated by this lovely woman.
"Good." She replied and put her arm around my waist. "Ruth this is Belinda." She said, introducing me to the redhead, who was now wearing a red bra and panties. "And this is her friend, Carol." Petra said, indicating the blonde. "Hi Ruth."
They both said in unison, their eyes sparkling. "You coming to the party?"
"Yes! she is. And she's with ME." Petra said, hugging me closely.
I told Petra I had better make some excuse to bruce.
"Before we go any further. I had better tell you what sort of party it is." Petra said and put her arm around my waist, hugging me closely to her, as we walked out. "It is an all girl party. Lesbians and bi girls. I am not a lesbian, but bi. I like making it with men and women. Is that OK? Still want to go?" She asked.
"Yes." I replied. My pussy was twitching deliciously in anticipation of having
sex with this lovely woman. I had made her cum earlier and loved it. I wanted
more of her. Petra stopped and turned me in her arms and kissed me again. "You
won't regret it." She whispered huskily in my ear. "I will make love to you like
you have never had before. We will suck and fuck each other to plenty of
orgasms." Her dirty talk added to my excitement and I kissed her back. Together
we entered the Casino. Petra removed her arm from around my waist and moved away
from me a bit, but I pulled her closer and took her arm in mine. I found Bruce and said. "Bruce this is Petra, a friend of mine. We are going to take in a late show." He never even looked up, just grunted and waved a hand. He was so engrossed with the proceedings at the table. I turned on my heel and my new girlfriend and I left, arm in arm. Petra led me to the car park and found her car. Once inside the car, she took me in her arms again and we kissed passionately. She eased the straps of my dress off my shoulders and pulled my dress down, letting my breasts fall free. She cupped them and kissed each one in turn, nibbling my nipples till they were rock hard and aching with desire. Oh how I had been waiting for this. Her one hand dropped to my thigh and lifted my dress up around my waist. I lifted my butt to make it easier for her. All the time she continued sucking my breasts, driving me crazy with desire. Her hand moved higher and hesitated when her fingers encountered my panties. Higher her hand moved. She released her hand holding my one breast and slipped both her hands into the waist band of my panties, gently pulling them downwards. Again I raised my ass to let her remove the garment. She released my breast from her mouth and bent down as she pulled my panties all the way down and off. "You won't need these again tonight." She said, tossing the flimsy bit of cloth onto the back seat. She returned to sucking my nipples and with one hand, she fingered my wet slit. I spread my legs as far as I could to give her better access to my quivering pussy. Slowly she penetrated me with her long fingers, thumbing my erect clitoris. I was so horny by this time, it only took a few pumps of her hand to make me cum. I felt my juices running from my pussy, down between my legs as my passion erupted. Petra withdrew her hand and licked her sticky fingers. "Mmm...That should keep you happy for a while." She laughed. "Let's go." I started straightening my clothes, when she stopped me. "No! Stay like that for now." She said. "You are much too beautiful to be covered up. I want to look at you." I lay back in the corner of the seat and pushed out my chest. I felt a strange excitement, and pleasure at her praise. I slid lower in the seat and shamelessly opened my legs as wide as I could. I smiled wickedly at her and rubbed my pussy with both hands, digging my fingers into my wetness and withdrawing them to coat my turgid nipples with my love juices. Petra sighed as she started the car. It took about ten minutes to our destination. A sprawling single story house, surrounded by drooping Willow trees, looked ghostly, but appealing in the moonlight. It looked dark and deserted, but when we got closer I saw dim lights through the windows. I straightened my dress when we got out of the car, and pulled my dress up to cover my naked breasts. I noticed Petra undoing the buttons down the front of her blouse. The fabric hung down, draped from her lovely firm breasts, leaving her front exposed. Soft music was playing as we entered. Petra was greeted by the girls there. They all seemed to know each other. I was introduced, but in the almost darkness would not recognise who was who. No hand shakes. Greetings were kisses on the mouths. A few of the girls casually cupped my breasts as they kissed me in greeting. Shivers of excitement coursed through my body. I was glad I was not wearing a bra. My breasts were firm and nipples taught. We went to the bar over in one corner. Double sliding doors opened onto a covered patio which was lit only by the light reflected from the swimming pool. Girls were dancing together, bodies entwined, hands on breasts and buttocks as they swayed together. A few of them were topless. I was enchanted by the surroundings and carefree friendly atmosphere. We sorted ourselves out with drinks and Petra led me over to the other side of the room. She introduced me to an elegant woman in her early fifties. "This is Charlene." She said, introducing me. "Charlene this is a friend of mine, Ruth." "Hello Ruth dear." The old lady said. "Welcome to my home. I hope you enjoy yourself." And she put her arms around me and kissed me warmly, the same as everyone else had, squeezing my breasts gently in her strong hands. We wondered around a bit more, finishing our drinks, and then Petra guided me out to the patio to dance. She was an excellent dancer, which wasn't surprising, and led easily. We swayed and shuffled sensuously, pressing our bodies together, legs between each other's thighs. Breasts against breasts. Petra's blouse was completely open, her naked breasts jutting out proudly. She deftly pulled my straps down and I eagerly slipped my arms out of the garment. Our naked flesh mashed together. It was strange to feel hard nipples pressing into my flesh. A strong desire to take this woman right there overcame me. I put my hands down between us and battled with the zipper of her jeans. Eventually Petra led me to the dark side of the patio and helped me unzip her. it didn't stop with unzipping, she peeled them all the way down and stepped out of them. She picked them up and tossed them over the back of a chair. Now all she was wearing was her blouse hanging open. My breasts were also exposed, but I didn't care in the least. It seemed so natural in those surroundings. The night was cool, with not a breath of wind. Petra and I resumed dancing and I relished the feeling of our naked flesh together. I put my one knee between her thighs and raised it, my flesh made contact with her drenched pussy. I felt her knee rising between my legs and parted my thighs. Bending my knees I lowered my body, letting my throbbing pussy make contact with her thigh. We clung together. more in an embrace than dancing. We rubbed our pussies on each other's thighs and pressed our breasts together. Our passion was rising. We clung together, hands cupping each other's bare asses.
"Come! Let's go inside." Petra said breathlessly. "I need to make love to you right now." She took my hand and led me into a darkened room off the patio. I heard moaning and sighs of contentment coming from the darkness. As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness, I was aware of couples in various positions of love making on the settees and armchairs scattered around the room. The air was heavy with the smell of woman sex, and the squishing of wet pussies being fondled could be heard. It all acted as an aphrodisiac and I was desperate to be fucked silly. My pussy was leaking my cream as never before. We stepped over a couple who were in a sixty nine on the floor. Their sucking noises clearly audible. We couldn't find an unoccupied settee or chair. Petra spied a long, narrow coffee table and picked up a few cushions, which had been scattered on the floor, and placed them on top of the table. She felt for me in the darkness and drew me towards her. She had taken off her blouse and was completely naked. The top of my dress was bunched around my waist. Petra lifted the garment up and I raised my arms, letting her unclothe me completely. She eased me down onto the cushions so that I was sitting on the edge of the table and got down on her knees between my legs, which were spread either side of the narrow table. I lay back in anticipation. Perta worked on my pussy expertly, teasing the lips apart with her tongue, flicking at my distended clit, pushing her long tongue deep into my slit. Slowly she built up her tempo, sucking my swollen lips, taking my engorged clit into her mouth and sucking it in, running her tongue over the sensitive tip, flattening it against the roof of her mouth. She alternated between sucking and blowing. The sensation was exquisite. I felt two of her fingers enter me, a third joined them, another finger teased at my butt. She started pumping in and out faster and faster, laving my excited clit with her expert tongue. I clutched my breasts in ecstasy as I came like never before. I felt my juices spraying. Petra slowed down to let me recover but never stopped. She spread my legs wider and gradually opened me up fully, skillfully bringing me to a state of intense arousal again. She added more fingers into my depths and finger fucked and sucked me again. I was totally ravenous for sex. I became aware of a pair of legs either side of my face and wondered how Petra had reversed position without me knowing. This thought flashed through my mind in a second, but I paid no attention to it. I smelt her pussy fragrance as it descended lower to my face. I opened my mouth to receive her womanhood. She began to ride my face. I had eaten her a few hours earlier and was amazed that she was so wet. Wetter than previously, I put it down to the fact that she was more aroused. I licked and sucked her swollen cunt. Something was different. Her clit was bigger, twice the size, and her pussy was bald. Suddenly it dawned on me, this wasn't Petra's pussy in my mouth. It was someone else. I was about to protest, but then thought, "What the hell. Enjoy it." And I feasted on her womanhood, lapping up her juices with enjoyment. I gave her my all with my tongue and lips. The unknown girl grabbed my tits in her hands and kneaded them, pulling my nipples, as she fucked my face. Petra was doing the same to me. I felt my body quiver and tense up as my cunt exploded in a mind blowing orgasm, I seemed to cum forever, but it was only for a few seconds. The pussy on my mouth erupted as well, decanting the unknown girl's cum over my face. Her legs were trembling and she softly screamed her ecstasy. I felt a great sense of satisfaction at having pleasured her so satisfyingly. "My God. That was fantastic." The stranger said.
"I told you she was good, Carol." Petra said, and I realised it was the blond dancer who had taken the liberty of fucking my mouth. So! now I had feasted on two pussies. Carol was much younger than I, so I had eaten a young, shaved cunt. Petra stood up and the young blonde helped me up.
"Thank you." She whispered, holding me in an embrace. "I hope you didn't mind.
You are a darling lover." I squeezed her to me, acknowledging her appreciation.
"It was my idea." Petra said quietly. "I thought giving you the ultimate pleasure of more than one woman at a time would turn you on like never before. "It was fantastic." I whispered thankfully. "But now I want to make you cum like I did." Petra moved to a vacated settee and lay back, spreading her shapely legs wide. She parted her bloated pussy lips with her fingers, opening her gaping hole and exposing her engorged clit. I knelt on the floor, as she had done, and leaned forward to take her in my mouth.
"May I join you?" A voice asked. It was the redhead, Belinda. Not waiting for a reply, she knelt on the settee and took one of Petra's gorgeous breasts in her mouth. I felt my legs being prised apart and opened them obligingly. Carol was kneeling behind me and eased three fingers into my, still throbbing, pussy. I ate Petra's cunt while Belinda worked on her breasts. Carol finger fucked me from the rear. Petra came first, bucking and thrashing in the throes of her orgasm. Belinda moved to the floor and lay on her back. She wriggled her body upwards between my and Carol's legs till she was under my pussy. She raised her head and tongued and sucked my clit while Carol fingered me from behind. Another powerful orgasm ripped through me. I sobbed with pleasure into Petra's wet pussy, which was still enveloped by my mouth. Carol withdrew her fingers from my pussy so that her friend could have it all to herself. I felt her mouth engulf the whole of my cunt.
Then it was Belinda's turn. She and I got into a sixty nine, with me on the bottom. I wanted to taste her pussy. I noticed that although pussies basically tasted the same, there was a subtle difference, Also Belinda's love juice was more creamy, with a thicker consistency. I loved it. When I penetrated her with my tongue, she contracted and relaxed her pussy muscles, creating a milking action. Carol had got onto the settee and straddled Petra who was nibbling her nipple while she probed her pussy with her fingers. We both took our time to climax and came almost at the same time. Her girl cum thinned out and her feminine aroma became more pungent as she continued to fuck my tongue. I kept up my rhythm on her cunt and she came a second time, finally rolling off me. Petra then lay on top of me in the conventional position. Belinda straddled my face and pulled my legs back and apart, opening me up wide. Petra lowered her prominently bulging pussy to mine and rode me, our cunts grinding together, clits rubbing together. This new sensation sent me into orbit once more and I came in endless tremors. Petra rolled off me and we lay still for a while, regaining our breath. Belinda and Carol were at each other, finger fucking each others pussies. Their cunts were making sexy sucking noises. Petra and I got up and retrieved our scattered clothing. It was close to four in the morning. I was filled with sexual euphoria, my body tingling, and pussy well contented. We dressed and Petra took me back to the resort. We kissed good bye and I went to our room. Bruce still hadn't returned from the casino. I realised I had lost my panties, they were still in Petra's car. I took a shower and went to bed, falling asleep almost immediately with my hands between my legs, slowly massaging my sore pussy. It had been the best sex I had ever experienced and I never regretted what I had done. We left for home the next day so I never saw Petra again.
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Footnote: My friend's story really excited me. I have just finished rewriting it from the draft copy. I am so wet at this moment. I am wondering how she would react if I made sexual advances towards her. She is aware that I am bi. Maybe when the opportunity arises I will try seducing her. I would love to fuck her.
Maxine.