“What’s the matter?” Cindy said gruffly.
“We were way too early” I answered in a relived sigh. “They were still unloading the kegs from the trucks and moving stuff inside.”
“Kegs? … From a truck?” Cindy asked in a tone of disbelief.
“You did not see the truck?” I replied, astonished.
“Well I saw the truck, but though nothing of it, I did not see them unloading kegs… just how many kegs were they taking off this truck?”
“I saw at least six kegs on the ground and I don’t know how many more were still on the truck,” I replied.
“Man alive, they must be planning a big ass party,” Cindy said and turned to me smiling.
“Yeah,” I said as I looked back down the road towards the house “But I did not see any other girls and only a few cars in the driveway, we better come back later and check it out again.
It was 8 PM and we decided to kill an hour or so and then check the party out again to see if they got a crowd. Cindy drove us to a Denny’s restaurant near the freeway. Outside were a lot of big trucks. As we strode inside a lot of eyes from old grimy truckers began to check us out in our party cloths. I could feel their eyes scanning across my chest as my half-cup bra allowed my breast to jiggle under my thin satin top. As we sat down in a booth opposite the counter full of truckers, I was careful to tuck my pleated skirt under my legs so as not to show them too much.
Maybe they though we were hookers, but no sooner had we sat down than three tuckers come up to our booth. Each offered to buy us dinner as they stood over us as if waiting to be invited to sit down at our booth. I could see their eyes stealing looks down Cindy’s top and at my nipples poking out from underneath my blouse. We smiled sweetly but declined their offers only to see the dejected truckers replaced by another hopeful as soon as they left. We shared a plate of fries and each had a diet coke as we fended off all offers of the various truckers and giggled at their attention.
Upon leaving I purposely slid out of our booth, letting the vinyl seat pull my skirt back. With the skirt back above to my ass I provided all the truckers at the counter a good look at my long legs up to above my bare thigh and my stocking tops to my tiny thong before standing up. Cindy had taken notice of my exit and once outside jokingly scolded me for being such a tease. But, seeing a new trucker entering the place, Cindy dropped her purse and bent over at the waist letting the trucker get a nice long look at her ass encased in her body hugging dress. Just as she stood up the trucker came over and made an outright offer of £100 if she would go back to his truck with him.
“Get lost loser,” Cindy snapped at him in her coldest voice. Dejected the trucker left with his tail between his legs and calling Cindy dirty names under his breath.
“AWW, don’t be cruel Cindy,” I said, and called to the trucker.
As he came over, I said “So you don’t feel to rejected have a look and feel of this.” I pulled my thong down and off and lifted my skirt giving him a good veiw off my bare cunt. I parted my legs and told him to have a feel. His hand slid between my leg and up to my cunt. He began to rub my wet slit then inserted a couple of fingers up it moving them in and out untill I shuddered as I orgasmed. Cindy was grinning at me as she watched the action infront of her.
I pushed the trucker away and put my thong back on.
“What about me slut, I’ve seen you alright, what about me,” the trucker said rubbing a huge hardon underneath his jeans.
“It’s only fair, you know,” Cindy said and laughed.
“Oh, ok then,” I replied.
I got down on my knees infront of him, undid his jeans and got his hard cock out. I slid my red lips over his meat and using my tongue began to slide his cock in and out. He began to moan and gripped hold of a hand full of my hair. A few minuets of him pulling my head on and off his cock and thrusting his hips into my face, my toungue rolling over his shaft he soon let out a loud groan and emptied his seed into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed until he was drained. I stood up and licked the surplus off my lips and reapplied my lipsick.
“Fuck, that was the best blow job I’ve ever had darling,” he said.
“Glad you enjoyed it,” I said as we both turned and walked to the car laughing.
“Your such a slut Kathy,” Cindy said.
“Yea I know, but I can’t help it, and I love it so.” I replied to her.
We drove back to the party and it was in full swing. As we got close to the house we notice what seemed like hundreds of cars lined up along the street and people walking towards the house. As we turned into the driveway more cars lined the horseshoe shaped driveway on both sides, leaving just a narrow gap to drive through. As we past people Cindy and I checked out what the girls were wearing and decided that if anything we were dressed too conservatively for the party.
Most were dressed like they were heading for some underground nightclub. Many were in skirts so short that they barely covered their ass. More than a few were dressed in almost Gothic attire in tight short black leather skirts and accessories of collars and wrist cuffs that hinted at a bondage fetish with dark brooding makeup and lipstick.
Cindy drove past the house and there was no doubt that a party was happening inside. All the windows on three floors were open and White Zombie blasted away louder than any ordinary stereo could handle. Inside any windows that were not well lighted, we saw the white pulsing of strobes and other lighting effects.
Through the main window of the living room the draped were open and it looked like it was crammed full of bodies trying to dance. An overflow of people milled about the front entrance with beer in hand and a constant stream of people were walking to and from a bank of beer kegs lined up at one side of the driveway.
We drove out the other end of the driveway and looked for parking along the street. The next house was at least at least a mile away as we drive seeing no other signs of housing. We finally found a space along the road and parked.
Seeing what the other girls had been wearing I took of my silk blouse off inside the car and removed my half-cup bra. Putting my blouse back on I left it unbuttoned and tied it over my breast so the smooth fabric would hug my bra-less tits like a second skin. As we walked down the street I could feel my breast swaying with every step. Cindy kept telling me that I was going too far, but I ignored her Mother like lectures.
It seemed like a long hike, especially in five-inch heels, but we finally made it to the house. As the two of us walked up we were being checked out by a dozen or so boys hanging out of the front steps. As we climbed up the small flight of steps to the front door, I wondered how much the guys sitting near the bottom of the steps could see up the back of my skirt. Self-Concisely I placed a hand behind me to hold my skirt down against the back of my legs.
The front door was open so we both stepped in. The house was packed wall to wall with people. No sooner than I was inside the door that I became jammed between a crowd of people all trying to move in different directions. Then I felt something on the back of my legs. At first I though nothing much of it, as I was too busy trying to fight my way inside. But then I recognized the touch as someone’s fingers and slowly they were sliding up my right leg, feeling the silkiness of my stocking. I thought to myself this was going to be one hell of a good party and pushed at the wall of bodies in front of me to no avail. The fingers reached the top of my stockings and fingered the supporting elastic. Not managing to push forward, I tried to retreat back out the front door, but that was as blocked as the way forward. Even my arms were pinned up against my chest against someone else’s back. All I had managed to do was to turn so the hand now was at the front of my thigh instead of the back of my legs.
Slowly I felt the arm of the hand lifting the bottom of my skirt up as the fingers snaked up closer and closer to my cunt. Looking around at the people near me I tied to spot the person sneaking a feel of me, but could not tell who the offender was among those pushed up against me. I fought to free my arms and bring them down below my waist, but it was too late. The mysterious fingers were pulling aside my thong and was playing with my slit. I twisted and even moaned but no one could hear me over the sound systems blasting away its industrial strength heavy metal music.
Just as I managed to work my arms free enough to get them below my waist, another stranger hand reach between some bodies and cupped my left breast and began to knead my flesh. Grabbing at the hand that was fingering my cunt I tried to pull the offender too me so I could see who it was. But the arm belong to someone much stronger than me and feeling my grip it soon snapped back into the mass of bodies around me with it fingers wet from my cunt.
Turing my attention to the hand on my breast, I looked up and was pretty sure I was looking at the guy doing it, though the arm came from between two other bodies. He was looking at me with a wide self-satisfied grin on his lips and as our eyes met from between the crowd his hand squeezed slowly into my flesh.
Working one hand up above my waist I again tried to grab the offending arm and again it pulled back out of harms way. I tired to push forward to confront my assaulter, but as I managed to take a step forward the guy had managed to totally disappear into the crowd.
Looking around I discovered that I was apparently the only girl in the jammed pack crowd. Deciding I was too convenient a target among all the guys in the area for any comfort I pushed and shoved my way through the morass of bodies. I was aiming for a side room where the crowd might be thinner. Several times I was moved off course, as a stream of bodies moving together in a particular direction carried me along. Several more times I felt a hand slide up my skirt or fingers jerking at my blouse. I soon learned to keep one hand high and one hand low to fight off the guys looking for cheap thrills with a quick grabbing of my ass or tits for the time being.
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