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We didn’t go straight to the other bar. To be honest I was a bit washed out and we needed to say some things. So we went for a quick supper around the corner and discussed what had just happened and what perhaps we thought our boundaries were. I admitted that I liked being out of control as I was earlier, as long as I knew J was around if it all went wrong. He admitted he loved seeing me being taken by others as well as the flashing and dirty behaviour we had previously done. So after dinner J took me to another pub that he had scoped out. The other bar was a bit too quiet for being naughty even if perfect for flashing. This one was loud, plenty of blokes making conversation although there were a few women there too. It was an old fashioned pub with a horseshoe shaped bar. One big area at the apex with three little private snug areas down one side. It had a spiral staircase on one side leading up to the toilets, altogether perfect for flashing. We went round to the last snug and there were already six blokes in suits there, drinking away and being a bit boisterous. They weren’t too keen on J pushing his way in but they perked up and were all smiles when I followed him in. There was a spare stool in the corner and I was offered it; so I sat at the bar which was tall bursa escort and came up to my chest. We ordered drinks and the guys seemed to have forgotten us when J whispered that I needed to go to the toilet. Up the spiral staircase which was very visible from our little booth. ‘Make sure when you come down you stumble a bit as if you are drunk. Oh and lose your bra.’ I always do as I’m told but only when it suits me, but I stumbled a bit on the way down, then stopped and looked around, all the time flashing off my stocking tops. Making my way back to the booth, one of the guys met me at the door. ‘You alright love; your boyfriend said he had to go back to the office to pick something up. He wouldn’t be long, but he asked us to look after you as you might have had a bit to drink.’ ‘Oh yes,’ I replied, ’please I need to get to my seat.’ Smiling between themselves two of them propelled me back to my seat at the bar. They half assisted and half hoisted me onto the stool and as I sat I could see J at the bar on the other side of the horseshoe. The fact that when I was sat my stocking tops were completely on display wasn’t lost on all six of the guys. In my ‘tipsy state’ I didn’t notice at all. Apart from the six guys in the snug, nobody else could see bursa escort bayan as I was close up to the bar top. They passed over my drink and crowded around. As I looked out across the bar I could see J on the other side of the horseshoe. None of the six guys had noticed him. He motioned thumbs-up to me and I responded in kind. I was comfortable and really looking forward to what was going to happen. I realised then that J had delivered on everything we had discussed over dinner. A loud bar to hide the noise of an orgasm, I was mostly hidden in the corner and I had six blokes to play with. They weren’t going to stop playing. They would egg each other on and I felt that J would come back to put a stop to it if it got out of hand. He motioned his finger across his neck and a little wave. I got the message. Wave my hand and he would close it all off. This was the ultimate, I was sort of in control but I had no idea where it was going to go. The first thing I did was to turn myself round so I was facing the bar. This meant I had turned away from most of the guys, but hid myself completely from anyone else. All that was visible was my chest up and my elbows and arms on the bar top. If some of the guys lost something the two either side of me had escort bursa the bonus view. I managed to make my dress ride up completely and if they didn’t notice I made a few totally ineffectual attempts to pull it down. Not only were my stockings on view, but there was nothing hiding my thong and I was using the bar front to keep my knees well apart. The guys either side both ‘looked after me’ by making sure I didn’t fall off and held a leg each. ‘Are you being naughty, boys?’ I gasped before turning my head and smiling to each of them in turn. ‘I’m feeling a bit tipsy,’ I followed up with. Were they going to go for it or just chat? I had done everything apart from asking them outright as encouragement. Was what I had done enough to get them to perform. It seemed they were not going to progress further so I decided to give them a further nudge or call it a night. Twisting slightly to one side, I managed to ‘accidentally’ bring my hand up to the guy on my right’s trousers front and rested my hand on his cock through the fabric. It was hard and I gave it a bit of a rub. He decided to share the news with everyone in the booth and they all crowded round with expectant faces. Dropping both hands from the counter and hidden from view of the normal bar, I eased open his fly and released his stiff tool. I started to then slowly move my hand up and down to the extreme pleasure of the guy on my right and the cheers of the other five. The chap on the left was galvanised into action plunging his hands into my knickers.
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