Chapter 5: Getting Things Started

Taking in a long deep breath, I went to the bedroom door and opened it just enough to take a peek outside. It seemed like everyone was sitting in the living room, beers in hand and laughing at what was undoubtedly a witty and intelligent joke (not!) while some porn movie was playing silently on the big screen TV.

Opening the door all the way, I stepped out into the hallway, assuming the sexiest pose I could muster. A silence like a tomb suddenly came over them and all I could hear was the obnoxious disco music. Just as quickly everyone was talking again with some of them wolf whistling and howling.

With a smile on my face, I slowly walked out and take my place in the center of the living room. Now this was EXACTLY what I had dreamed of - being admired by a bunch of horny guys. My heart was beating fast as I knew that I was the total center of their attention. Mmmmmmm, every guy in the room wanted me and I felt about as sexy as I’d ever been in my life.

To get things started I slowly danced as seductively as possible all around the room. For the moment, I wasn’t show anything more than what they could already see, sometime bending over just enough to show off my cute ass and then leaning over to let one of the look down my shirt to see my bra and boobs.

Everyone was cheering and calling for me to strip but I deliberately ignored them and just teased them all the more. While I danced I didn’t let anyone touch me, pushing them away whenever they got too close or their hands tried to grope me. It felt incredible - I’d never done anything like this before in my life! Oh sure I danced in this same set of bra and panties for my dad after he’d given them to me but that situation was nothing like this!

Personally, I could have gone on like this longer, basking in their adoration of me but there was more I wanted to do and I could tell that they wanted it as well judging from the looks on their faces and the rising tents in their pants.

Being it WAS a bachelor party, I knew that there was someone who deserved extra attention so I eventually worked my over to the groom’s chair. Tom (at least that’s what everyone called him) was the lucky groom and I could tell that he’d been drinking a bit - not TOO much but just enough to be relaxed and let his inhibitions down.

There was a picture of Tom and his cute fiancé on the table next to him. Had he put it there to remind him of her to help keep him in line or was it some twisted joke by his friends to remind him of who he would be cheating on that night? Of course, I was hoping that the second scenario was the case. All week I’d fantasized about fucking the groom with his fiancé “watching” and her picture wasn’t too far off from my fantasy. Maybe it was bad of me but my dream was that after tonight he would remember me when he was with his new bride as they got together in their wedding bed for the first time!

Standing in front of Tom, I put one leg up on the chair next to him, letting my short skirt ride up to expose my panties. He was getting a great view of my crotch and shaved pussy through the sheer material and he stared at it like it was the first time he’d seen one. Rubbing myself through the thin black fabric, I pumped my hips up and down like I was being fucked by some invisible lover. God, I felt so hot already and I was just getting started.

Taking his hand, I held it to my breast, letting him feel me through my shirt and bra. At first he tried to resist so I leaned over and whispered in his ear, “C’mon Tom, this is your last chance to have a girl like me. I’m all yours - you can do anything you want with me - anything.”