Finally, her shoes were on and Cleo had done up one of the lower buttons of Natasha’s top, covering her nipples but still exposing a large expanse of jiggling breast.
“C’mon!” laughed Cleo, still pulling a reluctant Natasha by the hand.
“I don’t think I can do this!” moaned Natasha when we stopped at the parking lot. “Please don’t make me!”
“Remember this!” I smiled, waving the postcard in front of her.
+ + +
Natasha and Cleo each took one arm and tottered alongside me to the entrance of Barrio’s. I looked across at Natasha’s flushed face – she was anxious but excited and kept fiddling with her single button.
“Hey there!” the doorman said, looking us all up and down, slightly disapprovingly. “I know it’s warm, but this is something else!”
“We’d like some seats with a table, if possible”, I said, pretending there was nothing unusual in walking into a bar – even a tacky one like Barrio’s – with an almost naked woman.
Natasha was still flushed, but had regained some confidence, even though every eye in the place seemed to have noticed her. Her pussy was just visible under the flimsy white lace of her skirt and, through the still buttoned top, her nipples could also be seen.
“You’re a hot slut!” whispered Cleo to Natasha as we walked in. She pinched her butt as she said this, showing the whole room that Natasha wore nothing underneath.
“I never thought I’d actually do this!” Natasha whispered to me, once she was seated in a lounge chair. “But I’m getting very horny!!”
With several patrons staring at us, we chatted and laughed our way through two or three drinks apiece. Cleo became even more flirtatious and kept running her hand along Natasha’s legs, occasionally sliding her fingers under the tiny lace skirt.
“You love all the attention, don’t you?” Cleo giggled as Natasha squirmed in her seat, spreading her legs to Cleo’s touch. I looked down as Cleo’s fingers held Natasha’s legs nicely open for me and was pleased to see some very wet pussy lips.
“And what about you, Cleo?” I smiled. “You’re not interested in stripping off a little?”
“Aren’t I flashing enough leg for you, Laszlo?” Cleo laughed, as she swung one leg over another, revealing most of her thigh under her own tiny skirt.
“But I think this slut Natasha’s wearing a bit too much clothing”, she added, winking at me. “Remember that postcard, Natasha?”
Natasha smiled and sat, still open-legged, her pink pussy on full view to several gawping couples. “Sure, I’ll take this off then!” she giggled and unbuttoned her top, letting it fall down around her shoulders.
This wanton act prompted several people to position themselves to see Natasha’s charms properly and were murmuring among themselves. Cleo, too, attracted attention, as her tits strained the flimsy fabric of her top, the straps of which were, again, down around her slim brown shoulders.
“Are they strippers or something?” I could hear one woman ask her date.
“Did you hear that?” whispered Cleo, giggling. “We’ll give them a show, shall we?”
She reached into her bag and pulled out a slender silver plastic tube. At first, I thought it was a lipstick but I almost gasped when I realised what it really was. Natasha’s eyes opened wide too.
“What’s that for?” she giggled, fluttering her eyelashes as her hand went down to her pussy. “I’m not sticking that in me here!” she objected, pulling her legs together.
“Natasha, honey, you’ve got everyone looking at your wet snatch already”, cajoled Cleo, looking around at the watching faces. “Aren’t you feeling horny knowing that all these people are admiring your beautiful body?”
“This isn’t what I meant, about being totally naked!” Natasha hissed to me.
“If you really don’t want to do this, just say so now”, I said quietly, thinking that it was best to give her a way out, if she wanted it.
She bit her bottom lip, silently. Slowly, her legs spread apart again and a little smile worked its way across her mouth. My finger went down to her pussy and felt Natasha’s swelling wetness; she responded by spreading her legs fully apart.
“Go, honey!” laughed Cleo, who was getting turned on herself, fingering the dildo.
Natasha leaned back in her chair, arching backwards, thrusting her wet pussy at Cleo and I. Cleo leaned forward with the dildo and started rubbing its tip up and down Natasha’s swollen lips.
“Oh God!” Natasha moaned, loudly. Her hands went to her breasts and started pinching and pulling her nipples. She stretched her feet out, putting them wide apart on the low table which had our drinks on it.
“You are such a little slut!” Cleo said loudly, as she started poking the dildo’s end into Natasha, setting up even more obvious moaning.
I couldn’t help putting my hand to my pants, which were being stretched by my rock hard cock, and I noticed a number of other guys do the same. As Cleo worked the dildo slowly in, Natasha twiddled her clit with her wet fingers and moaned.
“Cleo, baby”, I whispered, “You want to be a part of this too?”
“Mmmmm”, she murmured, continuing to pleasure Natasha.
By now the little crowd had grown and everybody was watching quite overtly. I took my hand off my pants and moved toward Cleo, whose butt was sticking out enticingly. I slid my hands up and down the smooth fabric, realising, with surprise, that she wasn’t wearing panties.
“Oh, yeah”, she continued to murmur, pushing her soft butt into my hands as they caressed her.
I desperately wanted to see both girls totally naked in front of us all, so my fingers stretched her skirt down. Cleo didn’t resist; the globes of her beautiful brown butt came into view and, slowly, her bare pussy was visible, bent over, wet and swollen from her obvious horniness.
Cleo continued her teasing of Natasha with the dildo; the reclining girl was writhing around moaning, helping Cleo push the silver tube in and out of her as her clitoris was being stimulated expertly.
I knelt and started licking Cleo from behind, as she remained bent over. She slightly adjusted her legs wider to give me better access and I could feel the crowd growing around us. I reached up and inserted first one finger, then two, into Cleo’s hot pussy.
“That’s it!” I could hear her murmur loudly as my fingers searched for her g-spot. I wanted to lick her at the same time, so I sat on the floor facing the rest of the people, some of whom were yelling things to cheer us on.
I could hear Natasha was close to orgasm, as her cries had become louder and the little squelching sounds from her pussy were obvious. Her little feet were kicking into my back as she tightened up before her climax.
“Oh my God!” she squealed, so I licked Cleo’s hard little clit side to side before holding it gently in my teeth and pulling on it.
I couldn’t believe how wet this girl was and, as Natasha’s orgasm subsided, I could feel Cleo’s growing. By now, Natasha was looking at us with a smile and she had some guy fondling her tits.
We exchanged a smile and Natasha arched backwards with pleasure as her guy started sucking on her tits and someone else had taken the dildo from Cleo and was running it around Natasha’s pussy lips once more. I was happy that someone was keeping the little slut happy, because it meant that Cleo was all mine for the moment.
“That’s great!” Cleo murmured, as I ran my hands up and down her thighs onto her butt, where I squeezed her firm brown cheeks. Above me, her taut breasts pushed against the fabric of her top, as her hips started to vibrate, a sure sign that her orgasm was almost there.
All of a sudden, she clutched her breasts and swayed back, letting out a loud moan. Her whole body shuddered, as I held her little clit between my lips and pushed my tongue into her. She fell to her knees – on top of me – as her orgasm washed through her and I held her tight, smelling the perfume of her hair in my face.
+ + +
“That was completely amazing!!!” Cleo giggled as we made our way back to my car.
“You girls really put on a show!” I laughed, looking at them both. My cock was hard and stayed that way, watching Natasha’s barely covered body sway as we walked along the pavement.
Cleo had left Barrio’s with her skirt around her waist but, once on the street, she pulled it down to cover herself. Even so, she looked like the embodiment of sex and I couldn’t wait to have these two girls all to myself.
“Well, Laszlo, back to my place?” Natasha giggled, pinching me playfully on the butt.
“Sure!” I said, excitedly.
“Your girlfriend couldn’t match us, huh, babe?” she asked, with a wink.
I nodded and grinned and thought to myself, “Definitely not!”