The Corruption of Elizabeth 2
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I looked at her eyes. Sparkling. How well I knew that feeling. I could imagine it being like an adrenaline pump before a bungee jump. Not that you’d ever get me doing that. It made me confident I could do what I had planned. I rubbed my hand over her thong first just to give her a chance to stop me. She didn’t react. She wasn’t looking at the man and I could understand that. Too personal. Too intimate. I let my fingers go lower, between her legs touching the gusset. Damp. I wiggled my forefinger under the material. Lizzie might not have been watching our voyeur but I was. They were presumably a married couple. A couple with years under their bridal belt. Who else goes to a pub and sits in silence? Nothing to say. It’s all been said. I was amazed his wife hadn’t latched on to what we were doing. Perhaps she had and was purposely ignoring it. Letting her husband get off on the visual tableau in front of him. Not bother her when they got home. Who knows. He had both his hands around his pint glass. Grasping it tightly. Squeezing the life out of it. Trying to stop himself getting too aroused. Not our problem. Lizzie was wetting my fingers. I was wetting my knickers. My other fingers had joined in the fun my index finger was having. I’d hooked her thong around my little finger and drawn it aside. Not for access. I did it to ensure our voyeur had an uninterrupted view of my friends cunt. He did.
Lizzie’s excitement level was increasing, her breathing becoming staccato. I noticed her biting her lip. Perhaps she needed a pint glass to squeeze the life out of! Her climax was not far away. My eyes were still on our voyeur. His eyes glued to the top of Lizzie’s legs. Then, movement to his left. His wife suddenly shot up. “You disgusting man! Perverts everywhere!” She’d spotted us! Her voice was a venomous hiss. She grabbed him by the arm, hauled him up, and marched him out, glaring daggers at us as she went.
It rather destroyed the moment. I took my fingers out of Lizzie’s cunt, she pulled her skirt down and we both dissolved into fits of laughter. It was clear from the other customers' reactions that they had no idea what had happened or why. Doubtful they’d heard her words over the general hubbub of the pub.
I tried to salvage some of the sexiness we’d had by licking my juice covered fingers and offering them to Lizzie and it worked. “Mm, that’s nice,” she said, “That was a shame.”
“It was. Were you on the brink?”
“Yep. And know what? I didn’t care. It’s a wow of a feeling, isn’t it? So… so fulfilling I suppose I’d say. Gosh, imagine me doing that in public. A couple of weeks ago and I’d have said you were mental if you’d suggested I’d do it. Damn that woman.”
“There’s still time,” I said. “Give me a chance and I’ll get you excited again.”
“That’s not fair, is it? You haven’t done anything exciting.”
“Okay. Give me a challenge.” I regretted it as soon as I’d said it! And then immediately changed my mind. This could be so exciting!
Lizzie thought for a minute, looked around the bar then said, “Right. I want you to remove your knickers, go to the bar, sit on that bar stool pull your skirt up and open your legs. I’ll come and take a photo of you so hopefully, everyone will see you.”
With each word my excitement level rose. It was mad. We’d be sure to be thrown out and I said so to Elizabeth. “So? We were last time we were on our own. I’m surprised you don’t take that as a sign of a job well done!”
She was right. What was the point of displaying myself if no one noticed and what better confirmation that I had been spotted than getting thrown out!
“Okay,” I said in the best matter of fact tone I could muster. My stomach was still doing cartwheels but the adrenaline was pouring into my veins. Almost as fast as my juices were pouring into my knickers. If that torrent didn’t ease up I’d be leaving a trail behind me on my walk to the bar.
As I’ve said it was only a small bar and with the departure of our voyeur and his fuming wife there were two occupied tables. One of three young men and the other of a couple who in contrast to the married couple who had spotted us were deep in conversation and appeared to only have eyes for each other.
I pushed my hands up my skirt grabbed the waistband of my knickers, raised my bum, and pulled them down to my knees. I was getting quite proficient at that! The table hid most of what I was doing although one of the three youngsters did cast an eye in my direction. I pushed the knickers down to my ankles and took them off. I had several ideas as to what to do with them but decided to save them for another day. What I was going to do was quite enough for one night so I gave them to my friend. “Look after these for me.” I stood up picked up our glasses, went to the bar, and climbed on the stool. The barman, unfortunately, had his back to me but I pulled the skirt up, opened my legs, and waited.
Lizzie materialised and took the picture and that attracted the attention of one of the three young men. Disappointingly, where they were sitting meant they didn’t have that good a view up my skirt. They’d certainly be able to see my stocking tops and sussies but I doubted my pussy was on display to them.
The barman was another matter. He’d turned round and was saying, “Yes, madam what can I…” Oh, I do love that moment when men, or women come to that, see what I’m revealing. He was about thirty, not handsome but presentable. He hurriedly looked at the customers. I guessed his response would be determined by their reaction. Given there wasn’t any discernable reaction (am I losing my appeal? The three men were continuing chatting) he started again. “What would you like?”
I nearly burst out laughing. He’d clearly phrased it so I could reply “A quick fuck in the cellar’ but he was unlucky. “Two orange juices please.” It seemed to take him a millennium to translate my words. Eventually he managed to pull his eyes off my cunt lips and serve me the drinks. I got my purse out to pay, “On the house love. Made my day”
“That’s kind of you,” I replied as I got off the stool and let my dress fall,
“Have a nice wank on me.”
I didn’t catch his mumbled reply as I took the drinks back to our table. Elizabeth had already returned and was smiling broadly as I gave her her drink and sat down.
“You are a one-off aren’t you?”
“Am I? I doubt it.”
“Huh, yes you are. How many women do you think go around doing that?”
“We’ll, there’s you!” I put my hand on her knee and pushed her skirt up. I didn’t hesitate this time, my hand sliding under her thong. I was so hot, on fire, from my display that if I thought Lizzie would do it I’d have eaten her out there and then. She didn’t object to my hand though and my hand didn’t object to what it was doing.
My thoughts went to those three young men. From the snippets of conversation, I could hear the talk was about cars and football. It seemed middle-aged women playing sexy games came a poor third.
“Do you fancy giving those three a show? It seems mine didn’t do anything.” Lizzie looked at them, then back at me.
“Alright.”
The night was not finished.
