Last Dance

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Jeannie nudged Lauren. “We’ve got an audience.”

Lauren looked toward the tables beside the dance floor. Most of them were occupied by couples, but one had only one occupant, a young man whose hand was not so subtly rubbing the front of his pants. “I think he likes our dancing,” Lauren said.

“So it seems. Turn around.”

Lauren faced away from Jeannie, and Jeannie put her arms around Lauren’s waist. As they moved to the music, Jeannie moved her hands over Lauren’s torso, almost but never quite touching her breasts and crotch. Lauren responded by rubbing her ass against Jeannie. Their voyeur slid down in his chair slightly, rubbing himself even more obviously than before.

“I think it’s a good thing we’re leaving soon,” Jeannie whispered in Lauren’s ear. “This is making me wet.”

“Me too,” Lauren replied. “I can’t wait to get home.”

“We might not make it home.” Jeannie brushed her hand over Lauren’s breast. “I might have to do you right in the parking lot.”

“We might have to invite our friend over there to watch.”

“I wouldn’t mind that a bit.”

Lauren laughed. “Of course you wouldn’t, you exhibitionist slut.”

“Uh huh, and proud of it.” She kissed Lauren’s neck and licked her earlobe. Involuntarily, Lauren gasped. Jeannie always knew how to make her hot. “You like that, don’t you?” Jeannie said softly. “Even though we’re surrounded by people, you like having me kiss and touch you.”

“Of course I do.”

Lauren turned in Jeannie’s arms and kissed her lips. They kept dancing as they kissed, bodies pressed together, tongues playing. Jeannie moved Eskort Bayan her hands to Lauren’s ass, rubbing and squeezing until Lauren moaned into her mouth. God, she wanted to drag Jeannie out to the car right then!

But Jeannie had other plans. She turned herself and Lauren so Lauren was facing their audience. “Keep your eyes open and tell me what he’s doing,” she ordered.

Lauren’s eyes met those of the young man. He winked and thrust his crotch in their direction. “I think he’s pretty horny,” she told Jeannie. “He’s trying to show me his hard-on.”

“It’s probably not big enough to see at this distance,” Jeannie said. “Are his pants open?”

“No. I don’t think he wants to get thrown out.”

Jeannie grasped Lauren’s ass and pulled her hard against her. “Touch my ass,” she said. “He can’t see what I’m doing to you. Give him a show.”

Lauren cupped Jeannie’s buttocks and squeezed gently. She’d never touched Jeannie like this in public, but Jeannie was obviously enjoying it, and Lauren felt herself getting caught up in the excitement. Others around them were watching now; some of the couples on the dance floor had stopped moving altogether. Lauren didn’t care. She didn’t take her eyes off the young man, who now had one hand inside his pants. “He’s playing with himself,” Lauren whispered.


Jeannie slipped one hand between herself and Lauren and touched Lauren’s mound. Lauren couldn’t believe Jeannie was acting this way. Even more, she couldn’t believe she wasn’t trying to stop Jeannie. As embarrassed as she was to have everyone watching them, it also turned her on.

Their original voyeur licked his lips, his eyes glued to Lauren’s. Lauren wasn’t very interested in men; she’d fucked a man on a few occasions, but she was far more attracted to women. But she couldn’t help wondering what his cock looked like, or how it would feel in her hand or her mouth. Or her pussy.

“Is he still watching?” Jeannie whispered.

“Everyone’s watching,” Lauren replied.


The music stopped for a moment. “Last call, last dance,” the DJ announced. “Find yourself a partner and enjoy.”

Another, slower song began. “Should we invite our friend to join us?” Jeannie said.

“No.” Lauren smiled at the man, who was still in his seat. “I don’t think he wants to. I think he’s having too much fun watching.”

“Good, because I don’t want to share you with any man.” Jeannie sneered the last word, and Lauren laughed. “Well, we don’t need a cock,” Jeannie said.

“Of course not. Who needs a cock when we have a strap-on?”

“And a man wouldn’t have such adorable tits.”

Jeannie squeezed one of Lauren’s breasts and rubbed her thumb over the hard nipple. She brought her lips back to Lauren’s and they kissed hard, moaning at each other’s touch. Finally, Jeannie broke the kiss and grabbed Lauren’s hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

“The song isn’t over yet.” Lauren pointed out.

“Who cares? I’m too fucking horny to stay here anymore, unless you want to fuck right here.”

“I don’t think I’m that into being watched.”

Jeannie pulled Lauren off the dance floor. As they passed the young man, he called, “Hey, nice moves!”

“Glad you enjoyed,” Jeannie replied.

“Want some company wherever you’re going?” the man asked.

“No, thanks. We can take care of ourselves.”

“Maybe next time.”

“Or not,” Lauren said. “Sweet dreams.”

She and Lauren hurried out to their car, which was parked at the far end of the lot. When they got in, before Lauren could start the car, Jeannie grabbed her hand and pulled it under her skirt to her bare pussy. “Make me cum,” Jeannie ordered. “I’m so fucking horny, I need to cum right now!”

Lauren stroked Jeannie’s clit. “You really like being watched, huh?”

“Yes. And I think you do too.” Jeannie slid her hand under Lauren’s skirt and touched her pussy. “Yep. You’re as wet as I am.”

“Hell yes.”

The women fingered each other, faster and harder until Lauren cried out, “Jeannie! I’m cumming!”

“Good. Oh, fuck, Lauren, make me cum too!”

Both of them reached their orgasms at almost the same moment, moaning and calling each other’s name. Jeannie took her hand away from Lauren’s slit and licked her fingers. “You taste so good, honey,” she said.

Lauren copied her move. “So do you.”

“Start this car,” Jeannie said. “That took the edge off, but I’m still horny. Hurry up and get us home so we can fuck.”

Lauren turned on the engine and backed out of the parking spot. As she drove toward the exit, she noticed their voyeur standing a few yards away from where they’d been parked. Had he been watching them? As Lauren drove by, he waved and winked.

“I think he liked our show,” Jeannie said.

“I think I did too.” Lauren rested one hand on Jeannie’s leg. “When we get home, I’ll show you how much.”

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