Outstripped

by Avery, T. C.

  They savoured each other for a moment then the bucking started.

  He thrust at her,

  She pushed at him,

  He plugged her hard,

  She squeezed him harder.

  Faster, harder, harder again, in, out, in, out, there was no real rhythm just animal instinct and wanton selfishness from the pair of them.

  The pure unadulterated personal pleasure lasted for a respectable few minutes, and it was good, earth shattering, sinful even. 'First' was clearly no beginner.

  Then came 'the vinegar strokes', the fire and brimstone, grinning and squinting, pummeling, grinding, and shuddering all the way to the finish. He had 'all hell on' holding back from shouting the house down as he emptied himself deep into Jody.

  A calm, serene, holding pattern ensued.

  'First' was exhausted. Elated. Triumphant. Satisfied.

  Jody was in her element. Ecstatic. Quivering. Tingling all over. She'd been 'had', 'taken', 'dealt to'. No orgasm but trembling legs all the same, and what a ride!

  In time they eased apart, and 'First' had a proper opportunity to admire the spoils of his encounter, Jody's proud, athletic and now rosy-cheeked rump. He cupped each of her buttocks in a warm and appreciative gesture then gave her a light slap for good measure before getting back to reality. A little mopping up was required before attending to appearances and finally rejoining the rest of the flying squad amid sniggering, piss-taking and jealousy.

  "You can't keep anything quiet round here," Jody said in passing to Yasmin, but it didn't really bother her in the slightest.

  Disembarking the plane was an interesting affair upon arrival at Miami International. Lots of nudges and winks and mutterings between the whole crew. There was 'something' in the air tonight, maybe Phil Collins, maybe something else. Jody's little incident had set up a special mood for this U.S. stop over and the free-lovin' she'd initiated at twenty nine thousand feet could be just the beginning. They could almost taste it.

  The troop marched through the airport in orderly fashion with their pristine uniforms and their Swiss finishing school gate and deportment. Ambassadors for their airline. If only the general public knew the truth.

  The usual pre-arranged mini-vans collected them and whisked them away to their Ocean Drive hotel at Miami Beach. As the very informative signs overhead instructed everyone that Dolphin Expressway had now morphed into MacArthur Causeway, Jody's thoughts inadvertently turned to discos, Donna Summer and cakes left out in the rain, for some strange reason. This was a road, not a park. Her attention was then grabbed by the incredible, peripheral-filling vista to her right of Dodge Island and the enormous cruise ships lit up like floating cities.

  "I'll be on one of those soon," she said to Yasmin sitting beside her. "Have you ever been cruising?"

  "Only round bars and nightclubs," Yasmin retorted in her best irreverent tone.

  "Well' the night is yet young," said Jody.

  They'd actually just worked through the night and should, by rights, be absolutely knackered, but it was only 10pm and, as mentioned, the mood was ripe for a party, or clubbing, or something of a 'time to let your hair down' nature.

  Taking the initiative she turned round in her seat to face a van full and began planning the evening.

  "As soon as we've checked in, just drop your gear off, we'll grab a drink in the bar and then just see where we go from there."

  It was a short plan. More of a starting point really.

  "You've done this before, haven't you?" someone said sarcastically and rhetorically, but in jest. Then collectively, as part of Jody's captive audience, they decided not to miss out on the rest of the evening, but instead to see where it may lead them and agreed to let the other van's inhabitants know as soon as they arrived.

  In true American style, the hotel entrance was grandeur itself. A semi-circled entry for vehicles under an enormous archway. Carpeted steps, tinted glass, religiously polished brass everywhere and an army of uniformed personnel. It’s expected, but always nice to be on the receiving end. The foyer was cavernous but although it was busy (it was a popular place to stay after all) it didn't feel full.

  "Space," Jody thought to herself.

  After the usual rigmarole of hotel arrival they headed straight for the bar as planned. Typically it was big, relatively packed, and noisy, but with the usual lack of any real atmosphere. Before too long the drinks were flowing, guards were down and they'd created, or rather rekindled, the mood from earlier. No one was particularly interested in going out clubbing or anything and they couldn't bear the thought of changing out of uniform now anyway.

  Someone suggested heading upstairs to continue their soiree, so off they went. Noisy, happy, free-spirited and 'up for a laugh'. 'El Capitan' had the largest suite so it was back to his'.

  The lift was a sardine-like affair, full of japes, jokes, jeering, and enough bodily contact to kick start some major giggling. The alcohol was working wonders.

  Once ensconced in the 9th floor suite our 'ready made' party instantly made themselves at home. It obviously wasn't made for thirteen people so it was quite cozy. The contents of the mini-bar were pathetically inconsiderate for this sort of melee, so room service was arranged and things got into full swing.

  They were a capable bunch, arranging nibbles, drinks, music and everything a loud and boisterous bunch could want. One or two of them quietly disappeared, in time, as the sleep deprivation and alcohol cocktail got the better of them, but most hung around, full of intrigue and anticipation. These sorts of get-togethers have a habit of producing the unknown. Action, excitement, scandal, here-say and gossip, for which the early leavers always regret their time of departure.

  After the second request to keep the noise down, this time by hotel staff, they actually turned the music dial anti-clockwise and sat down to another mood change.

  "Spin the bottle," was blurted out, closely followed by "Ooh, No, I know, how about, er, 'Truth or Dare'?" which created a little 'mass hysteria' of the cabin crew kind. They all decided to write two 'Dare' and two 'Truth' questions each to go in a hat, and as chance would have it, they had one. Each!

  As the head of the organization committee formed the necessary boy-girl-boy-girl circle it became apparent that these arrangements didn't quite work, as there were far fewer guys than girls, but what the hell eh? Everyone made themselves comfortable and the drink poured forth.

  For once it wasn't Jody running the show. 'Truth or Dare', as we all know, is one of the mainstay items on teenage girl's slumber party 'to do' lists and it was obvious they all knew the game well. It was the guys who were a little unsure of what comes next.

  One of the girls decided on a very interesting icebreaker.

  "Let's get this show on the road," she insisted. "Everyone in the room has to have their skirts or trousers removed by the person on their left, but no hands allowed. Anyone refusing has to sit in the corner blindfolded for the next 15 minutes."

  "Good call," Jody thought. "I'm not the only feisty princess in town. Let the games begin!"

  And the games began. There were a few hesitant participants but things quickly got underway and it was 'all hands behind backs' for a very silly and highly funny romp of belt buckle and button munching and some challenging oral dexterity. The laughs and the howling were infectious. The kneeling, falling, biting, wriggling and squirming were hilarious. A great many crotches and bottoms were nosed, nuzzled and chewed and the aim of the game was complete. All early inhibitions had been disposed of.

  They'd all just played their part in a parade of legs and underwear designed to shame and expose, please and delight, not to mention, titillate. There were silk boxers ('First'), y-fronts (the Engineer) and Daffy Duck cotton shorts on the Captain, which caused an uproar. Then there were a host of regulation cotton knickers (sensible but boring), Jody had misplaced hers earlier, somehow, and had substituted a lacy pink thong with a little bow on the front. There were some 'big girls pants' (embarrassing), one 'French' and
one 'boy' set of knickers and a couple of racy little things in particularly bright colours. There were also some very attractive stockings, a few pairs of tights (thankfully removed by their owners upon expose), but no leg warmers! Jody had in fact removed her stockings at the airport as an uncharacteristically sensible humidity precaution.

  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 wi
th 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.