My home town is a wonderful place. I have lived there for ages with my boyfriend, John. We have a pretty good sex life so I have no excuses on that front. I have done a lot of naughty things in my time, some of which I have related before and this story is no different. Once I got over the shock of what I found happening in a local pub, virtually on my doorstep, I then had to get over the shock of what I did about it. To this day, I do not know why I did what I did. I had no compulsion, no need, no urgency to behave like I did. I am not a dominant type of woman; a bit of an exhibitionist I suppose, but not dominant. I love to try different sexual things, but even I had never had the urge to try that sexual act. It all happened one Saturday night. John and I were out on the town, so to speak. It’s not a party town but there are pubs where people our age tend to congregate. But on this night, we had decided to travel further and took a taxi. A whole three miles away from where we live to a pub in a nearby town. There was a pub there that we were told was lively. It was a welcome break to go somewhere that was a bit different and exciting. We entered the pub and were immediately crushed by the people. The bar was full, absolutely full. We looked at each other and nodded our approval. I saw a friend from a while back, Becky her name was, at the bar and we made our way over to get a drink. At the far end of the bar there was a small dance floor that was empty. The music was loud but people were seemingly having reasonable conversations. I nudged Becky as I squeezed myself towards the bar. She glanced in my direction, probably to complain, as she was pushed a little forward over the bar. “Hi,” she said, “what brings you here?” she asked. “Out for a good time,” I replied, “is it good here?” I questioned. In between trying to get the barman’s attention and talking to me, Becky told me all about the place. All that she dared to tell me that is. Later I would find things out for myself. I introduced her to John and we had a good chat. She introduced us to another of her friends, Jenny, and we sort of made a foursome for the evening, though I wasn’t all that sure whether we should have imposed on them. We stood close to the dance floor along one side of the wall. Our drinks precariously balanced on a wooden rail along the side of the wall. I watched people on the dance floor, in between chatting, and passing the time of day with our relatively new friends. I kept looking at a few of the ladies on the side of the dance floor and there were a few dancing on their own, as you do in these places. The strange thing was that the women were looking at those dancing rather than the men. The men were quite happy talking to themselves at the bar. isvecbahis I watched as one women turned to her friend, pointed to one of the women dancing and then proceeded to wiggle her tongue in a up and down motion. I turned back to talk with John, but my mind was working overtime. For some reason my breathing increased and I was drawn to watch some more. I don’t know how I missed the obvious signs. I guess that if you are not expecting something then its not there. I started to look around at other people. I clocked one bloke with his arm on the bar having an intense conversation with his male friend. I watched another woman flick a lock of hair from her friend‘s face; not in a concerned way, but in a caring, loving way. I turned back to the dance floor and watched the women dancing. They were definitely trying to impress, but it wasn’t the blokes they were trying to impress at all. I turned to John, and was about to tell him my thoughts when it struck me hard. I looked at Becky and then Jenny. We were obviously intruding on their lifestyle and we didn’t even know it. I chatted to John for a while but didn’t have the heart to tell him my thoughts. In fact, a wicked thought crept over my mind. I wondered if some bloke might come up to chat him up. I smiled quietly to myself. I finally turned to Becky, “where are the loos?” I asked. She pointed to the far end of the dance floor to a corridor. I thanked her and turned to walk to the loos. I suddenly felt insecure as if I was being scrutinised, watched and followed. I was. It seemed that all of a sudden, all the eyes from all the women were upon me as I walked across the dance floor. I felt scared. I walked past one woman that tried to entice me into a dance, but I walked on, wagging my finger to tell her no thanks. I eventually found myself walking towards the woman that wagged her tongue. I could see her watch me, then I saw her head move from my toes to my tits. She seemed to stop at my tits and then she looked at me. A wide, sexual grin appeared on her face and it was directed entirely at me. I felt as if she had just stripped me completely and was gazing at my naked body. I could feel my breathing become heavier. My lungs sucking in air rapidly. I tried to calm myself down as much as possible as I walked towards her. I tried to avoid eye contact but it was difficult given her proximity to the doors that led through to the toilets. I smiled at her as I passed her. “She‘s fucking hot…” I heard her say, “I could lick that pussy….” she continued as I walked past her. I decided not to turn my head and look at her but made a bee-line directly for the toilet door. I opened it entered the corridor and nearly ran to the ladies loos. For once, there was more of a queue at the gents. isveçbahis giriş I entered the cubicle and breathed a sigh of relief. I dropped my knickers and sat on the loo. Before I did what I came to do I felt my pussy. To my horror, it was soaking wet. I started to relieve myself and then thought long and hard about the walk to the loo. I had been frightened walking among all those women. Women that lusted after me. I remembered being uncertain about it all but I also remembered having a rapid hot flush and a feeling of excitement especially when I heard her words of lust drift into my ears. That was the moment, I guess, that I flooded my pussy with sex juices. I sat on the loo for what seemed like ages. I heard voices outside and wondered if it was her. I eventually started to pull my knickers up but as they were half way up my legs I stopped. I found myself breathing irregularly. I clenched my thighs together and felt my pussy respond. I looked down at my knickers. “You gonna be all night in there…” someone shouted. “Just a minute…” I replied. I dropped my knickers to the floor, picked them up and stashed them in my very small handbag that I was carrying. I was now dressed in a top, bra, skirt and heels. The skirt was on the short side, but hey, if John caught sight of me he wouldn’t complain. I straightened myself up and unlocked the door. A different Denise left the cubicle than the one that went in. This one was far more confident, sexy, wicked and this one was going to have some fun and play a game. That’s what I thought I was going to do anyway. I left the loo and apologised to the lady who rushed in behind me. She must have been desperate. I walked back down the corridor and opened the door onto the dance floor. Sure enough the woman who commented on my walk to the loo was looking in my direction. I smiled at her and licked my lips. She was rather sexy looking, she was wearing a black dress that seemed to cling to every curve of her body. She had long legs that seemed to go on forever and they were coated in a black substance that was either stockings or tights. I found myself wondering what type they were. I watched her as she clocked me looking her up and down. It was deliberate. She needed some of the same attention that I got and I was going to tease her to hell. I walked towards her, very deliberately, looking her in the eyes all the way there. “Hi,” I opened with the obvious way to get her attention. Then with a flick of my head I leant around her face and whispered into her ear. “I‘m with my boyfriend over there…” I said, pointing to John, “but you missed a very wet pussy in there, and that was before I started to pee…” I winked at her and started to walk away towards John. I could feel her mouth open isveçbahis yeni giriş behind me, I could feel her shocked to the core, or at least, that’s what I had imagined had happened. I reached John and we started to chat. Becky and Jenny were on the dance floor and were quite close to each other. They seemed to be keeping an eye on John all the same. He had still not worked out this place yet. Sometimes, I thought, he was so naïve. I manoeuvred ourselves so that I could watch the sexy girl. As we chatted, I caught her glancing in my direction and making lewd suggestions with her fingers and tongue. It was making me hot. At least my breathing was back to normal, now that I had some control over the events that were taking place. I liked being in control on this occasion. I felt empowered in lesbian land. Here I was, the straight woman, feeling in total control when some of the women around me were making plans to get in my knickers. Little did they know, there were no knickers to get into. Not tonight anyway. I was going to say, not ever. But as I thought quietly to myself, the word ever was erased from my mind. I looked at the woman around John’s body and I licked my upper lip in her direction. It was so obvious. I just hoped that the other women around her didn’t think it was for them as well. Only she seemed to respond to it. There seemed to be a direct link between us that everyone else was aware of; everyone else but John that is. Jenny and Becky returned from dancing and we started chatting again. In between talking with Becky, I was glancing back to the sexy lady by the loos. Becky seemed to catch on rather quickly as to what was happening. She must have been tuned in to this sort of behaviour, but it was all new to me. She smiled at me and then looked at the sexy lady. I felt myself blushing profusely. John eventually decided to have another drink and so he trotted off to the bar after taking our orders. As soon as he left I leaned into Becky and whispered in her ear. “I didn‘t realise it was this kind of bar,” I said, “it‘s a bit of an eye opener for me.” She smiled and nodded. “Are you…”, I questioned. She smiled and nodded again. “I‘m not sure why, but my pussy is soaking wet…” I continued, ”and I‘m horny as hell.” “Sandy has that affect on people,” she said. “Sandy?” I questioned. “The girl you have been staring at over there,” she said, as she pointed with her eyes. “You noticed,” I replied. “If you go for it, be dominant,” she said matter-of-factly. “I did, and she loved it,” she continued. I just looked at her open mouthed. I didn’t know what to say, then I found myself smiling again. She turned to John as he arrived back from the bar with two drinks in his hand. He returned for the next two. I took a sip and looked in Sandy’s direction. I had a name now. I also had a very wet pussy. I am not sure how I stopped my juices snaking down my thighs but I managed it. I was horny and I was breathing irregularly in short, sharp bursts.