Dina nudged Ellie. “We’ve got an audience.”
Ellie looked toward the tables beside the dance floor. Most of them were occupied by couples, but one had only one occupant, a young man whose hand was not so subtly rubbing the front of his pants. “I think he likes our dancing,” Ellie said.
“So it seems. Turn around.”
Ellie faced away from Dina, and Dina put her arms around Ellie’s waist. As they moved to the music, Dina moved her hands over Ellie’s torso, almost but never quite touching her breasts and crotch. Ellie responded by rubbing her ass against Dina. Their voyeur slid down in his chair slightly, rubbing himself even more obviously than before.
“I think it’s a good thing we’re leaving soon,” Dina whispered in Ellie’s ear. “This is making me wet.”
“Me too,” Ellie replied. “I can’t wait to get home.”
“We might not make it home.” Dina brushed her hand over Ellie’s breast. “I might have to do you right in the parking lot.”
“We might have to invite our friend over there to watch.”
“I wouldn’t mind that a bit.”
Ellie laughed. “Of course you wouldn’t, you exhibitionist slut.”
“Uh huh, and proud of it.” She kissed Ellie’s neck and licked her earlobe. Involuntarily, Ellie gasped. Dina always knew how to make her hot. “You like that, don’t you?” Dina said softly. “Even though we’re surrounded by people, you like having me kiss and touch you.”
“Of course I do.”
Ellie turned in Dina’s arms and kissed her lips. They kept dancing as they kissed, bodies pressed together, tongues playing. Dina moved her hands to Ellie’s ass, rubbing and squeezing until Ellie moaned into her mouth. God, she wanted to drag Dina out to the car right then!
But Dina had other plans. She turned herself and Ellie so Ellie was facing their audience. “Keep your eyes open and tell me what he’s doing,” she ordered.
Ellie’s eyes met those of the young man. He winked and thrust his crotch in their direction. “I think he’s pretty horny,” she told Dina. “He’s trying to show me his hard-on.”
“It’s probably not big enough to see at this distance,” Dina said. “Are his pants open?”
“No. I don’t think he wants to get thrown out.”
Dina grasped Ellie’s ass and pulled her hard against her. “Touch my ass,” she said. “He can’t see what I’m doing to you. Give him a show.”
Ellie cupped Dina’s buttocks and squeezed gently. She’d never touched Dina like this in public, but Dina was obviously enjoying it, and Ellie felt herself getting caught up in the excitement. Others around them were watching now; some of the couples on the dance floor had stopped moving altogether. Ellie didn’t care. She didn’t take her eyes off the young man, who now had one hand inside his pants. “He’s playing with himself,” Ellie whispered.
Dina slipped one hand between herself and Ellie and touched Ellie’s mound. Ellie couldn’t believe Dina was acting this way. Even more, she couldn’t believe she wasn’t trying to stop Dina. As embarrassed as she was to have everyone watching them, it also turned her on.
Their original voyeur licked his lips, his eyes glued to Ellie’s. Ellie wasn’t very interested in men; she’d fucked a man on a few occasions, but she was far more attracted to women. But she couldn’t help wondering what his cock looked like, or how it would feel in her hand or her mouth. Or her pussy.
“Is he still watching?” Dina whispered.
“Everyone’s watching,” Ellie replied.
The music stopped for a moment. “Last call, last dance,” the DJ announced. “Find yourself a partner and enjoy.”
Another, slower song began. “Should we invite our friend to join us?” Dina said.
“No.” Ellie smiled at the man, who was still in his seat. “I don’t think he wants to. I think he’s having too much fun watching.”
“Good, because I don’t want to share you with any man.” Dina sneered the last word, and Ellie laughed. “Well, we don’t need a cock,” Dina said.
“Of course not. Who needs a cock when we have a strap-on?”
“And a man wouldn’t have such adorable tits.”
Dina squeezed one of Ellie’s breasts and rubbed her thumb over the hard nipple. She brought her lips back to Ellie’s and they kissed hard, moaning at each other’s touch. Finally, Dina broke the kiss and grabbed Ellie’s hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
“The song isn’t over yet.” Ellie pointed out.
“Who cares? I’m too fucking horny to stay here anymore, unless you want to fuck right here.”
“I don’t think I’m that into being watched.”
Dina pulled Ellie off the dance floor. As they passed the young man, he called, “Hey, nice moves!”
“Glad you enjoyed,” Dina replied.
“Want some company wherever you’re going?” the man asked.
“No, thanks. We can take care of ourselves.”
“Maybe next time.”
“Or not,” Ellie said. “Sweet dreams.”
She and Ellie hurried out to their car, which was parked at the far end of the lot. When they got in, before Ellie could start the car, Dina grabbed her hand and pulled it under her skirt to her bare pussy. “Make me cum,” Dina ordered. “I’m so fucking horny, I need to cum right now!”
Ellie stroked Dina’s clit. “You really like being watched, huh?”
“Yes. And I think you do too.” Dina slid her hand under Ellie’s skirt and touched her pussy. “Yep. You’re as wet as I am.”
The women fingered each other, faster and harder until Ellie cried out, “Dina! I’m cumming!”
“Good. Oh, fuck, Ellie, make me cum too!”
Both of them reached their orgasms at almost the same moment, moaning and calling each other’s name. Dina took her hand away from Ellie’s slit and licked her fingers. “You taste so good, honey,” she said.
Ellie copied her move. “So do you.”
“Start this car,” Dina said. “That took the edge off, but I’m still horny. Hurry up and get us home so we can fuck.”
Ellie turned on the engine and backed out of the parking spot. As she drove toward the exit, she noticed their voyeur standing a few yards away from where they’d been parked. Had he been watching them? As Ellie drove by, he waved and winked.
“I think he liked our show,” Dina said.
“I think I did too.” Ellie rested one hand on Dina’s leg. “When we get home, I’ll show you how much.”