Girls Night Out

by Kevin and Nina

Copyright© 2018 by Kevin and Nina

True Story: Nina tells of a girls night out with friends and a public game of "Truth or Dare"

Caution: This True Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Coercion   Heterosexual   True Story   Oral Sex   Public Sex   .

A few years ago, a friend of mine was going through a divorce and we decided to have a ladies night out to cheer her up.

We weren’t looking to go clubbing so we found a neighborhood bar/pub with lots of dark wood and leather. We put two tables together so we could all chat and tell war stories about dating.

Every once in a while a guy would come up and want to join us but we made it clear that it was girls only that night.

The drinks were flowing and the dating stories were getting more and more risqué. One of the ladies did the old “tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue” trick and that quickly became a round of “Truth or Dare” Soon enough, we forgot about the truth part and it became simply dares. If you refused your dare, you had to buy the next round.

It started out simple. “Kiss the woman to your right” became “Tongue kiss the woman on your right”. (by now, we pretty much had the undivided attention of the dozen or so men at the bar.) “Remove your bra without taking off your shirt” was easy. Just about every woman has done that a few times.

One woman got “remove your panties”. She was wearing slacks so she refused and had to buy a round for the table. (the more rounds we drank, the fewer refusals were made. Go figure)

The dare went to the next woman. She was wearing a skirt so she slipped them off and put them on the table. That brought a round of applause from the bar. The next lady said she was glad she didn’t get picked for that because she was not wearing any.

That of course made her next dare “Prove it!” She stood up and turned to face the bar (her back to us) and slowly lifted up the back of her skirt to expose her bare butt to us. Proving that she wasn’t wearing any panties. This brought a chorus of “Turn around!” and “Show us the front!” from the bar.

Each round go more daring. All of us wanted to make someone who had dared us, to do something even worse. I dared the woman who had removed her bra earlier, to take off her shirt and flash the guys at the bar. She pulled her arms inside her shirt and covered her breasts with her hands. Then two of us pulled her shirt over her head. She stood up and turned to face the bar.

With a little encouragement she dropped her hands to her sides for a couple of seconds and then covered up again before sitting back down. She quickly pulled her t-shirt back over her head. A few more dares were made and another round was bought and then it was the “flashers” turn to make a dare.

She looked at me with a devilish grin, grabbed a napkin and quickly wrote something on it before sliding it over to me.

The note on the napkin said “Pick a guy at the bar and offer him a blowjob” I looked at the note and thought about it. I could refuse and just buy another round but I knew if I did, my next dare would be even worse. Besides, it only said I had to “offer” one. It didn’t say he had to accept.

Ok. I braced myself, stood up and turned to look at my options. There’s a reason they were sitting at the bar drinking beer and not out with dates. The pickin’s were slim to say the least.

A few of the guys looked like they were there together. A couple guys looked like Norm from cheers. A few of them might have taught high school to my grandfather. At the end of the bar though ... drinking by himself was the one.

He wasn’t ever going to get a job as a GQ model but he wasn’t half bad looking. He was dressed nice (for a bar) and looked like he showered and shaved on a regular basis.

I grabbed a napkin and wrote on it “Don’t say a word. Just follow me into the ladies room and I’ll give you a bj”

I showed the napkin to the women at the table and walked down the bar to where he was sitting. I handed him the note and continued on to the bathroom.

My friends had seen the note and saw me give it to him so my obligation of “offering” a blow job was fulfilled.

I entered the ladies room and leaned my butt against one of the sinks and waited, wondering if he would show up.

It took a few minutes but finally the door opened a crack and I heard him whisper “Hello?” He stuck his head around the door and saw me. I pointed my finger at him and curled it back towards me telling him to come in.

He entered and then pushed his back up against the door as if he was trapped. “Uh. What’s going on?” he asked. “Shhhh. No talking. Just nod your head yes if you want a blow job. Right here. Right now. No questions asked.”

Well, of course his head started bobbing up and down like it was sitting on a spring. I walked over to him, locked the door and took his hand, leading him back to the sink I had been leaning against. I pushed him back until his butt was up against it and held up my hand, palm facing him in a “stay” motion.

I dropped to a squatting position and reached for his belt. I loosened it, unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Reaching in, I grabbed the waist band of his underwear (boxer briefs, not tighty whities, thank God) and pulled them and his jeans to about mid thigh. His penis was already semi-erect when I wrapped my hand around it. I figured by now he would have been stiff as a rail but maybe he was nervous. I slid my mouth over the head and swirled my tongue around it.

That definitely got a reaction of him and he started to grow inside of my mouth. Using one hand on his leg to steady myself, I used the other to fondle his balls. Rolling them around in my hand (In case you’re wondering, Yes. I’ve done this before).

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