Outstripped (10 page)

The
hilarity began to die down, and drinks were topped up as they re-formed their
circle. Highest score on the dice got to start and they would get to choose
who
to ask.

The room
was just full of wandering eyes, and minds. It’s amazing how different everyone
looks with their pants off and only a wafer thin piece of cloth sits between
them and the world.

Jody
pondered over a comment Bill had once passed about modesty, voyeurism and
sexiness. "It's weird how chicks will go to incredible lengths," he
said "to prevent their panties being seen in public, yet they'll happily
display virtually everything they’ve got in a skimpy bikini. And from a guy's
perspective isn't it amazing how much naughtier and sexy it is to get a glimpse
up a girls skirt than to see her in her bathing suit?"

"The
modern male psyche," she thought. "They all want what they can't
have, which is why strip shows, and this current situation, are so much
fun."

The
first question out of the hat went to Jane of the 'French knickers' who read
out a 'Truth' option to the Engineer.

"If
the person on your left was food, what food would it be and how would you eat
them?"

Considering
his reply, he turned to Steph and then predictably said "A very ripe
peach. First I'd wash it and wipe it delicately. Then I'd lick it, I mean you,
all over but especially up and down the groove, and then take a few nibbles
before taking an enormous bite. I'd then get stuck in, tongue, teeth, lips an'
all, sloppy, messy, wet and sweet till I've eaten the hell out of you and have
a sticky, juicy mess running down my chin." He got a round of applause and
a few cheers. Not bad considering he'd never played before.

He then
picked out a ticket from the hat and decided to ask Yasmin, Truth or Dare? She
selected 'Truth' and he continued, "If you were to choose two people in
the room for a threesome who would they be?"

Chewing
on the side of her lip, she looked around the circle intensely and picked out
"The Captain," Jody wondered if she was being diplomatic with her choices,
“And umh, Jody." Then the chattering started. A bit like stage chorus
"Rhubarb, Rhubarb."

"Interesting
choice," said the engineer. "So you wouldn't prefer a little spit
roasting then?" to which he got a double slap from his neighbours for
being crude.

Jody
kind-of blushed.

Yasmin dipped
into the high held hat and pulled out a 'good one'. She homed in on Danni and
read aloud, "Time for a 'Dare'. You must perform a lap dance on the person
sitting directly opposite." Yasmin knew it was a good one as Danni was a
pretty hot young thing. She'd been clubbing with her on a few trips before, and
she had all the right moves. Someone went to turn up the music, just a little,
and by then they'd worked out who the recipient was. It was Jody.

Jody was
placed on a dining chair in the centre of the circle and Danni stood in front
of her, one tight white bloused,
bare legged
chick to
another. She hurriedly asked for a large shot of vodka and then shook out her
arms and hands like a real dancer preparing for an audition.

A new
song started. “She drives me crazy”.
Fine Young Cannibals.
Just the right tempo.
And off she went.

Her
gorgeous petite frame was the horniest of pictures. Her crotch length blouse
struggling to cover the daintiest of pear shaped butts at her rear and her
bright red knickers to her front. As her arms came up and her knees bent a
little, up came the blouse too to reveal the curve line of her hot red panties.
Clearly they
'd been designed to be seen
in, though the
seamstress hadn't used much material in the manufacturing of these modesty
makers.

Down
came the arms again, down to her knees and on their way back up she seductively
slid her hands up her shiny young thighs catching her blouse and raised it
almost breast high before letting go and cupping her white cotton covered
mounds in her sultriest efforts.

She
stepped forward opening her legs as she did and with the inside of her knees
touched Jody on hers. Mouths were open all round the
room,
everyone was leaning in, gawping at her hot performance. They obviously didn't
expect it to be this good. Danni leaned forward, still cupping, caressing and
fondling her breasts and looking straight into Jody's eyes. Little peaks had
formed and she began playing with them whilst biting her lower lip.

Jody was
stunned. She'd seen, and been, in strip shows hundreds of times, but
this
was for her. "Is it
personal?" she wondered, "or all part of the game? Would she be
this hot and horny
for anyone else in
the room?" She couldn't take her eyes off Danni. Then licking her lips
unconsciously she somewhat inadvertently gave the game away to the audience
that she was getting decidedly aroused with her 'petit' private dancer.

Danni
began lowering herself onto Jody's knees, then up again, legs stroking legs.
Down again, and up again, she then stepped back and spun around. With ever so
slightly parted straight legs she slowly bent forward affording Jody, and half
the circle, an enviable view of her perfect derrière and cute covered quim.

Jody
wanted to poke it, stroke it, bury her face in it even, but just managed to
hold on to her decorum. Danni fell back into Jody's lap, straddling as she went,
and as she leaned back, gently squashing Jody's boobs into her own back, she
put her snatch on display for the rest of the crowd. It was very neatly but
only just contained in the aforementioned red, pouting, satin lingerie. And
since everyone was close enough for the finer details, there wasn't a hair in
sight.

The guys
couldn't believe their
luck,
the girls were astounded,
gob-smacked, jealous even of her eroticism, ability and lack of inhibition.
Jody just wanted more.

Danni
took Jody's hands and gave her the task of unbuttoning the blouse.

"This
is getting really interesting," they all thought. “Wonder how much further
she'll go?"

Then,
when all the buttons were undone, she took Jody's hands again and flung open
the
gates to party central
. There
were gasps and big smiles all round and then she placed Jody's hands over her
breasts. "Soft, firm, pliable, squishy, warm, perky, ooohhh," thought
Jody. But just as she was getting into her groove, and Danni had closed her
eyes, the track came to an end.

There
was rapturous applause from the whole crew as Danni gathered herself, and took
a salutary mini bow.

"Everybody
back to their places," came the orders from on high.

"OK
its Danni's turn. Hat please"

Danni
pulled out a ticket and read aloud. "Pick any two people and have the
first write their name on the second's bum in lipstick without using their
hands."

"You're
number one" she said to 'First' then slowly and slyly she looked round the
circle and then homed in on Jody. "You're number two." It was time
for Jody to get her ass out in public, but little did they know, she was hardly
a newcomer. Having said that, she was a tad conscious there may be a tiny
tell-tale
damp spot on display. "But it was too late
now anyway," she thought.

Jody
stood up, as did 'First'. They faced off at each other, smiling from ear to
ear. He held out his hand like a doctor in an operation and requested
"Lipstick". Once furnished with the right tool for the job he then
demanded of his co-participant, "Assume the position." Jody stood up
straight, chest out, bottom out and raised her blouse to 'present ass'. It was,
as usual, gorgeous and easily gave Danni a run for her money.

"No,
no, no, on your knees, both of you."

Jody
fell to the floor and rested her elbows on the settee with bottom up in the
air. Her suspicions were justified, there was the
merest
hint of a damp spot, right in the middle of her beautifully presented, pink
panty'd package. The
crowd were
getting their monies
worth tonight, and the 'early to bed' would be furious when they found out what
they'd missed. Its not that it was a '
Lez
fest' or
anything 'icky', it was just good clean sexy fun and innuendo of the very
attractive kind, regardless of sexual persuasion. What's
not
to like about a bit of flesh and fun to go with it.

'First'
joined Jody's butt in the arena a little nearer ground level. He placed the
obligatory red lipstick in his mouth and with hands behind his back duly leant
forward and presented face to ass. As he drew in the sweet smell of warm moist
pussy, he couldn't help thinking "I haven't been this close to one so
sweet as this in a while. Not in a few hours anyway."

As they
watched on, the crowd became a little puzzled with his unintelligible scrawling’s
but soon got the joke. He'd used the full canvass of Jody's butt cheeks to write,
"Biggles was here" with a little heart at the end.

As usual
Jody enjoyed being on display, and the guys weren't complaining either. It was
now her turn, and extracting a ticket from the hat she read to them all,
"Ha-ha this one's for you. If you're a guy you have to make the first girl
on your right's nipples show and if you're a girl you have to give the first
guy on your right a boner, but you're not allowed to touch them."

There
was a silent pause whilst the circle, and Jody herself, contemplated the
connotations. Everyone looked at Jody, smiling, laughing and conjuring dirty
thoughts. "What will she do? It’s the Captain." The laughing and 'Rhubarb'
started again.

"OK,
OK, calm down, calm down.
Into the ring, both of you.
Stand and face each other. Captain, shirt off please and hands behind your
back. Let’s see what old Daffy Duck's made of, eh?"

Jody
thought she was getting more than her fair share of the Dares, but in this kind
of game it’s very often more fun to watch others in their moments of madness
and snigger from the sidelines. Consequently most were quite at ease with their
voyeurism and 'fun-poking' rather than feeling left out.

With the
music turned off, Jody put her index finger to her lips, and the room fell
silent.

She
bowed her head, waited a few seconds as if masterminding plans and then.... she
lifted her head, and staring deep into his eyes she pouted at her commanding
officer. Her finger came back up to her lips, only this time she…. Ever…. So….
Gently…. Began…. Tracing…. Her…. Pre…. Moistened…. Lips…. Around…. And…. Around….
Teasingly…. slow.

Her
tongue came out and she licked at her finger, over, under, around, again and
again, then lollipop style she licked up and down, up and down, till it
glistened.

The
Captain's eyes were widening. Jody slid her finger slowly between her lips up
to the hilt and moved in close. She stared up at him and with elbow high she
slid her finger in and out, over and over again like a first class finger
blow-job
. The temperature in most pants was now rising and
the Captain was losing his mental battle with Daffy.

Jody
stepped back slightly and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She opened the front
exposing her exquisite female enchantments and drew back the collar over her
shoulders. In a cross between coy and filth she took one final suck on her
finger and then traced it teasingly slowly from her lips, over her chin, down
her extended neck and agonizingly downwards through the Chantilly protectorate
of 'Monument valley'.

The wet
digit plunged further, tracing her pierced belly button, before hovering above
the tiny pink bow on her briefs. The circle had closed in a mass of hand
wringing, palm sweating and lip biting. Jody slipped her painted nail just
under the delicate elastic and moved it from side to side. The guys, the girls
and the Captain, all convinced themselves they'd seen more than they did then
Jody pulled out.

She
knelt down in front of Daffy and with her lips at crucial height she gazed
upwards again. Captain 'soft cock' was losing his battle, big time. He wanted
to stare at the ceiling but
needed
to
look into her eyes. She looked back at him, licked her lips and gently began to
blow on the duck.

Daffy
joined the party in a big way. He showed himself to be a proud, strong,
upstanding character of the cotton shorts kind and the crowd appreciated it.
Clapping, cheering, whistling, laughing and clinking of drinks all followed on.
Jody was a hero, a goddess and a crowd pleaser. Possibly even a bona fide
cock teaser
.

"Whoa,"
shouted the Captain. "What am I supposed to do with
this
now?" he said with both arms outstretched and fingers
pointing downwards, and before he was inundated with the obvious comments,
Yasmin stepped forward and grabbed it.

"I'm
a qualified Flight Attendant," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear,
"I'll
attend
to it!" and
with that she led him by the dick into his bedroom and shut the door.

More
whistles and cheering followed,
then
somebody decided
this was the perfect cue for everyone to call it a night.

To
Jody's amazement, Danni shuffled over whilst zipping up her skirt to ask if
'one more drink' might be appropriate, to which she said "Absolutely, I'm
too wound up now for sleeping anyway."