Thread: Teenies Bopped {AtomSmasher & fate}

MJ couldn't help but moan as their actions warmed up, became more and more a sexual dance. She didn't have his hangups about drinking, wanting to give into her body's mounting desires and have a little fun. MJ had barely even needed any alcohol to get really going. So when his hand found new territory, running up her smooth legs and touching her tender sex through the thin panties, she simply shivered. Her hot sex already started to yearn for his attentions, or, more specifically, for what lay between her legs. That warming want and heat started to spread throughout the girl, mixing with the alcohol to give her that heady rush that she so often craved. Leaning up, she nibbled at his ear, breathing lustily into it. I don't think I'm the one who needs to be prepared, she breathed. A quick lick, and her hands slid around him, trailing the flesh once more. Already her nails were starting to drag and discover new places to tease. They found them, dragging along his stomach, finding his back, and finally sinking in, sliding just about the waistband and moving about his waist. Fingers just seemed about to dip beneath, when MJ drew them out, smiling coyly. Instead she parted slightly, her dancing becoming more sensual, a come hither as opposed to being all over him. Ally had no problems with being met halfway for her kiss. Dimly she was aware that she was being led somewhere, behind the counter, and there was some opening and moving going on. Her drunken mind barely registered all this, instead focusing upon the lusty feelings that were building in side her. Had the girl been paying more attention ,she might have noticed the bar and the padding. She might have stopped to wonder about this strange situation and the strange man who was putting her into it doubly so as he'd already shown that he was more than willing to leap forward, should it come to that.As it was, her tongue was too busy seeking out the contours of the foreigner's mouth. Mm, you taste good, she said between classes. She swiveled her hips and licked her lips, wondering where this was going and how much she'd like to get there. Alcohol had loosened and lubricated, making her want to give in to his attentions and see to what pleasures he'd take her. Her hands went out to him, feeling his hardness and marveling at that feeling. Another giggle passed her lips and she smiled contentedly, swaying in place. Clearly she was too buzzed to care about little hangups. The motorcycle surprised Mary. She knew that were her world not spinning right now, there was no way she'd do this, or even think about it. there was something dirty going on here, and the blonde had a feeling that her innocence might not last the night. Melody had been all over Eliza had been touching and affectionate. When you added this, the motorcycle and the toughness, you got nearly the picture of someone who thoroughly enjoyed taking girls for a ride. But Mary's drunken mind still wanted to be liked, and perhaps she wanted to do something a little crazy as well. Mary slid onto the bike, laced her hands around Melody's waist, and took a deep breath, wishing that the world wasn't spinning quite so much and that she knew for certain what was happening. The girl in her arms felt strangely soft and hard at the same time. Certainly enough to overpower poor Mary, a fact that hung in the back of her dizzy mind. What would she do if Melody became forceful? Obviously she'd have to resist. But her body thrummed slightly at the thought, and she adjusted her narrow seat upon the bike, wishing there wasn't a thrum between her legs and that their bodies weren't mashed together. Eliza had no doubts as to her condition. Her body moved to help Ashely remove those pesky clothes. the long skirt slid off, revealing long legs still clad in the long boots. A small pair of daring black underpants just hid the woman's sex, and wisps of light blonde hair seemed present just within. The white blouse shed easily enough, baring bra-clad breasts. All teh while, Eliza kept moving toward Ashley, seizing the girl's lips in her own and kissing hard. The Brit had a dim feeling that she wasn't normally quite this rambunctious, but there had just been something about this setting, about this bar and these people, that was driving her to this point. Her want and need for some sexual attention roared at her, demanding to be served. These two beautiful creatures had stepped forward, and Eliza had every intention of having them serve that need, and possibly serving in return.