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First Class - Part 1

Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

with what was now about a hundred eyes watching. Unable to control the grinding of her hips, in desperation she turned around so that it was her bottom touching Bob’s hardness. Already embarrassed, still she desperately hoped that her wetness hadn’t had time to soak though her panties and leave a stain on the front of her dress. Tipping her head backwards to rest it on Bob’s shoulder, Vicky reached up and buried her hands in his hair, feeling the thick locks running between her fingers like Demi’s wet clay in the music video, which was now reaching its crescendo. Bob folded his arms around her and laced his fingers over her flat belly just above the pubic bone and Vicky longed to sink down so that his long fingers would close over her breasts. While she leaned back against his shoulder, Bob lowered his head and closed his lips around the sensitive tip of her ear, touching it with the tip of his tongue and making her shiver with passion. As the music faded incongruously into Lipps Inc.’s Funky Town , a crowd of cheering onlookers burst in spontaneous applause which then – led by Spike, who was whistling loudly through his fingers – progressed to a standing ovation. By unspoken mutual agreement, Bob and Vicky abandoned the lights of the dance floor and made for a couple of stools in the darkest corner of the bar. Vicky discretely checked the front of her dress and although badly creased it was otherwise dry and ... unmarked. She looked up to find Bob watching her, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and trying not to smile. “Sorry about that,” she said, wide eyed and more than a little abashed, then they both burst into laughter, holding each other to stop from falling off their stools. When Bob was a little less uncomfortable they made their way back to their booth, the guys they passed clapping Bob on the shoulder with smiles and Atta Boys , while the girls looked jealously at Vicky. Celeste and Spike good-naturedly showered them with laughter and cat calls and pieces of paper torn up into confetti. “Twenty-three ‘likes’ already!,” Celeste exclaimed gleefully, holding up her phone with a picture of them kissing, Vicky on her toes with hands plunged deeply into Bob’s hair, looking almost incandescent with the lights reflecting radiantly off her dress. “You guys are going to be celebrities,” she continued. “Perhaps we should get out here before your fans start calling for an encore.” “Fine by me,” said Spike, and by unspoken agreement they all got up to leave. “The night’s still young, though. Where are you taking us next?” “Somewhere close,” smiled Celeste as she discretely tucked the half-full bottle of champagne into her bag. First Class is a continuation of the story of Bob’s holiday to Coffs Harbour that began in the book Best on Board . We also catch up with Spike from Ingenious Toys , Dirty Talk and Wedding Cake Island .