“You scream on key,” he whispered in my ear, letting out a low chuckle. I was flooded with embarrassment and heat as the crowd cheered at the end of the song, the band cueing up the next song as I scurried to the exit…
It was the Thursday before Christmas, and Ethan was finally coming home after a weeklong trip to help his company wrap up the books for the year. I had been sending him naughty photos in different outfits every morning, a slow and deliberate week of edging. Sexy elf, dirty Mrs. Claus, nearly nude Rudolph… I loved dressing up for him, knowing he’d plow me soon enough. We were going to our annual tradition of watching the XXXmas cabaret at Maggie’s Pearl, the local jazz club.
“Can’t wait to suck your candy cane tonight,” I texted Ethan a photo of me in red ribbon pigtails and a sheer babydoll dress that cut off right at my crotch, tugging on my nipples as I licked up a peppermint stick.
"Message read, no response. Hehe, he must be in a meeting," I mused. "Sorry, babe, emergency meeting this morning—they need me to stay till Monday."
I let out a sigh and started crafting my "it's ok" response when his next message came through: "I know tonight was our special Xmas tradition, and I so need to fuck you raw. Let's go to the Xmas Eve show when I'm back. Also, look out for a little part 1 Xmas gift I got you. Call me when you get it."
My pussy twitched with curiosity, and my disappointment was dampened by anticipation. I sent him a pouty face photo from under my skirt showing off my red and white striped panties. "All right, babe, I'll be a good girl and wait a couple more days..."
"Good girl. Talk soon." He shot back.
The rest of the day went by quickly: two meetings, a little holiday office lunch party, and finalizing a few client reports. I almost forgot about Ethan's surprise until I saw the Amazon box at the front door.
"Well, I can't be with you in person tonight, but I can still be in you," Ethan's sly voice said during our video call as I opened the box. "I know how worked up you get watching those cabaret girls, so I want to make sure you still cum tonight," he teased. I giggled as I pulled out a bright red lace crotchless bodysuit and a vibrating silicone butt plug.
"Wow, Ethan, you really are sorry, huh," I said excitedly.
"Show me how you put it on and in, baby girl, and wear that sexy elf dress from Monday morning to the show tonight. And when Balloons Girl comes out, text me," Ethan instructed. I gave him a show as I stripped from my work clothes and slipped into the bodysuit and turned around to show him my ass as I lubed up the butt plug.
"That's my good girl; wish it was my cock instead, baby," he groaned, showing me his hard cock as I pressed the plug into me, looking over my shoulder at the phone screen as if he was behind me. I wiggled my ass and shimmed my shoulders, swinging my tits in the camera before pulling up the green velvet dress with red buttons and white trim over me. I blew him a kiss through the phone and told him I missed him and hopped in the Uber to Maggie's.
Playing with Ethan made me late for the show, and there was only standing room left. The hostess found me a spot at the corner of the bar where there were people lined up along the wall. The "Pearlie Girlies" were out working the crowd, sitting on laps and blowing kisses between choreographed parts of the song as I sipped on my cocktail, texting Ethan between songs, squeezing my ass, and wishing he was there. Getting tossed about in the rowdy crowd of other couples, drunken bros, and a few other singles like me.
A large group of folks, dressed in suits and gowns, came pushing in, clearly making this their after-party. I was sandwiched between them and other strangers leaning against the wall, and I wiggled around until I could see the stage again, directly in front of someone who was taller than me, so I didn't feel bad pressing up against him.
My second drink came, and even in the obnoxious crowd, I swayed along to jiggling boobs, twerking asses, and sexy high kicks in beat to jazz renditions of pop songs. As my hips grooved along, I felt something hard at the low of my back and giggled to myself, texting Ethan, "I feel your hard cock behind me, babe. Too bad it's not inside me, hehe," giving the stranger behind me a little encouragement. I figured there's no harm in strangers touching, and I was getting wet from the show.
Balloon girl came out, and I texted Ethan a photo of a cute blonde with perky tits in a shimmery pearl bra and panties, draped with rhinestones in fishnets wrapped in rows of balloons. This was our favorite part, with lots of audience participation as the Balloon Girl works the crowd, handing out skewers and inviting folks to pop her balloons to reveal her nearly nude body.
As I bounced and clapped for her entrance, and then felt a hand at my waist, and then the butt plug turned out. I was startled by both and leaned into the stranger behind me. Oh shit, he must feel the vibration; this is embarrassing! Then I felt the side of a cold glass sliding up my thigh, and I lost my balance, getting pushed by the crowd into this stranger behind me. He pulled me into his groin, hand on my stomach, stroked my legs open and lifted the glass under my skirt, stroking my bare pussy. I felt a chuckle in his chest as the man behind me leaned into my ear, growling and then saying, "Ha, slut." Feeling a rush of humiliation and unstoppable lust ripple through my body, butt plug buzzing, pussy betraying me and dripping.
The cold glass lip pressed and stroked upwards against my swollen lips while the back of his finger glided backwards. I couldn’t think, so I sipped my drink, giving into this moment, wishing for Ethan, needy for this stranger.
I gulped down my drink and texted Ethan, "You're going to get me in trouble!" The vibrations increased. Fucking Ethan. I felt the back of my skirt ride up as he fumbled around his zipper until I felt his bare, hard length wedged between my vibrating ass cheeks. He had set his drink down and was fully fingering around my cunt, pinching my clit between his fingers and then teasing my entrance to the rhythm of the music.
When the balloons started popping—one POP and then a few steps to another audience member POP—the crowd joined in with the balloon girls' "woohoo!" Or fake moans through laughter and applause, cheering each other on. That's when he would pump two fingers in and out and then in again deeper. By the time Balloon Girl splayed herself on the piano, spread-eagle for the crowd with the last string of balloons around her waist, he pressed deeper into my pussy, curling his fingers faster. My body was clenching as I leaned into him, my thighs quaking as I felt my juices pooling around his fingers.
Suddenly the buzzing stops, Balloon Girl exits the stage, and he pulls his fingers out to circle my clit. The jazz singer starts "All I want for Christmas," and I text Ethan, "Babe, it's our song!" Ashamed, but on the brink of cumming to a complete stranger finger-fucking me in the crowd. As the song picks up, I feel him entering me again, his breathing getting heavy. I sing along to the song in between moans, craving Ethan in my ass and this stranger in my pussy. Before the song is over I feel his thick, sticky cum sliding down my ass cheeks, trying to hold in my own cream as I squeeze my legs together. He pulls the back of my dress down to cover our mess, and I hear him say, "tasty," as he sucks his fingertips in my ear.
I start to find my path to the door, too embarrassed to turn around and look at my unexpected fingerer. He slides his card into my boot as I pull away and growls, "Come back for the Christmas Eve show; I'll have a booth."
I rush away before anyone catches the cum dripping down my thighs, and I text Ethan desperately at the exit, "I need you."
A low vibration restarts in my ass as he texts back. "Soon, baby."
