A New Start Pt. 6

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If I had known how much fun I would have had dancing. I would have gone sooner. If I had known how hot I would have gotten dancing. I would have gone sooner.

I was dressed up in skintight jeans, a tight T-shirt, some western jewelry and my boots I had been breaking in for two days.

I had eaten dinner and headed to the restaurant Brad talked about. The parking lot was half full at 8 pm so I didn’t exactly have high hopes. But inside. The restaurant was only half of the location. The other half was a dance floor. Lights, a giant screen, and even a smoke machine. Kind of weird having a place like this in such a small town.

I ordered a beer and sat around at the bar. The place had 8, maybe 10 people. None that I knew. So, I kept to myself, sipped my beer and hung out. Like a wave of cowboys. The door opened and 30 walked in. Flannel shirts, belt buckles, shiny jeans, and flashy boots. Tall, short, fit, fat, lean, thick, beards, clean shaven. There was one or two of every type.

Brad was in the back of the group but sat right next to me at the bar.

“Glad you made it. Any of these boys catch your eye?” Brad asked with a smile while we looked back at the group he had come in with.

“No.” I said with a big sigh and a fake frown.

As Brad chuckled it was time for the ladies. 60 or more ladies walked in at one time. The blinding sight of so much gold, silver, and shiny stuff nearly blinded us all.

“What? Do you guys meet up in the parking lot and all walk in at once?” I asked laughing.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what we did. This is all about fun, presentation, and laughs.” Brad stated as he elbowed me in the ribs.

“Most if not all of these women are married, have kids, are schoolteachers, or stay at home. Wednesday nights they get out. Most of the men you saw are their husbands, boyfriends, or other.” Brad stated.

“So, of the men. How many are single, not attached, not gay, and when I dance with them. Their lady won’t throw a beer bottle at my face?” I asked looking around the crowd.

“Well, that’s the fun in it. I won’t tell you. You will have to find out for yourself.” Brad stated as he ran off to the dance floor.

It seemed like Brad entering the dance floor was the signal. Because the lights started up, the smoke machine started blowing, and the music hit. Loud! Then the screen started playing country songs, their music video or their concert video played along. I didn’t know the steps yet. So, I waited to watch.

It looked like they had been doing this forever. The women never missed a step, a turn, a kick, or a shake. Somewhere really fucking sexy too. Short skirts, long skirts, tube tops. I would have fit in better if I wore a dress or skirt. Like I had thought.

After not participating in a few songs Brad walked over. He grabbed my hand as I put down my beer and drug me on the dance floor. “Follow these steps!” Brad yelled. I could barely hear him over the music.

A small white square was on the floor. 4 feet by 4 feet. I looked down as the music continued and saw red and blue footprints.

“Red means left and blue means right!” Brad yelled in my ear.

I was in the back of the pack of dancers. But the flashing steps mirrored what everyone else was doing. I nodded and followed the flashing colors. It felt familiar. Like the dance routines I had done the previous night. When I felt it was right, I added a butt wiggle, a booby shimmy, or a twirl. Even though I missed a step or two. It still felt like fun.

After 5 or 6 songs. The line dancers all walked off and the dancing went 1 on 1. An unknown man grabbed my hand and pulled me to the floor. He smelled good, he was tall, he had a full beard. He had dark eyes as we danced. He smiled. We glided around the floor, he pushed, pulled, and twirled me. I had not twirled that much before. It took a bit of practice but we both laughed it off.

We danced together and scooted around the floor for a few songs before another man cut in. He was much taller, much thicker, and his hands were massive. But he too smelled good.

I was nothing to him. He danced around, dragging me where he wanted and twirling me with such force, I thought I would spin off the floor. After a few songs with the giant, I was beat.

Then Brad stepped in. He was a few inches shorter than me; he pulled me in much closer than the last two men, and he was a much better dancer. Not so much force and a lot more grace. He didn’t spin me too hard or too much. But I was having fun.

Then the line dancing started up again. But I needed a break. A few drinks and I watched from the bar. The lines of people all moving at the same time were fun to watch. Every few songs, less and less people were participating. More were standing off to the side drinking, talking, and hanging out. Many played pool, darts, or other games.

The first man I had danced with came over and we started chatting. His name was “Earl”. And I’m not kidding. He flirted with me, stated I was a great bursa otele gelen eskort dancer, and we chatted. I was nice, I let him try, and I didn’t shoot him down by any means. But he was trying his best. Offering to buy me drinks, asking me to dance, and complimenting me non-stop. A time or two I checked the area. Looking for an angry wife or girlfriend. It took a minute. But I found her. She was talking to three cowboys off to the side of the dance floor. But I saw her eyes burning daggers as she looked at me.

“I think you woman is upset. You should go spend more time with her!” I yelled into Earl’s ear.

“Nah., we do this every week. We see each other too much. We get out, talk with the opposite sex, and have fun. We mingle on Wednesdays.” Earl yelled.

“Do you two hook up with other people too? Or just flirt?” I asked Earl as his face went red.

“This town is too small for that. We just are here to have fun. No hooking up allowed.” Earl yelled back.

After I finished my drink, he moved onto another woman down the bar. Some he knew a bit better. Or so it seemed.

Next, stepped in the giant man. “Tom.” He stated when he introduced himself. A big man with a deep voice and hug hands. He too complimented me, and we laughed about how he “Flung me” around the dance floor. He apologized and stated, “I’ve always had a problem with not knowing how strong I was. Sorry.”

We laughed more and I looked around the room. A big woman, in jeans, her stomach overflowing the sides. I felt her eyes were more like lasers than daggers. “Your woman upset? She doesn’t look happy?” I asked.

“Oh. Yeah. We are on a break. On again. Off again.” Tom advised as he looked back.

“I can help you a bit. You know. To get her jealous.” I advised as I reached up and put my hands on his giant arms.

“I would appreciate it. Thank you.” Tom’s loud booming voice stated over the loud music.

We laughed and I tried to drag him out on the dance floor. He knew what I was doing, he was doing his best to not “fling me” around again, and we danced a few songs. Before the last one could finish the big woman marched out onto the dance floor, seized Tom by the hand, and drug him away. Tom gave me a big thumbs up and a smile as she drug him outside through the front doors.

“I see you are starting to catch on.” Brad stated as he stepped in to finish the dance.

“Yeah. I’m the new girl. Plus, he seemed nice and that he really liked her.” I told Brad as the song ended.

It was nearly midnight and was getting tired. 4 hours of dancing and I was ready to call it a night. Brad and I were laughing and drinking when I felt a hand on my ass. I am not the angriest person to have ever existed. But to be so rude as to grab my ass in public. And it be from some random person. They were asking for it.

I got up quickly, turned to face the person, and found a laughing Maya. She pulled her hands back and braced her face as I was about to slap her. I was a bit drunk. So, I may have overreacted. But after we both started laughing, I asked Maya to join us.

“2-hour drive for dancing and drinks?” I asked.

“Well, the new town is all new to me. I don’t know many people. So, I come here almost every night.” Maya stated as she downed three shots of whiskey in a row.

Brad sipped his beer but watched Maya slam the shots down one after the other.

“I need to catch up. I bet you two have been here all night?” Maya stated.

I now had the chance to look her up and down. She had on the same skintight jeans, black cowboy boots, a small black frilly peasant top, and it was tied tight right between her small breasts. I pictured untying the knot and spinning her around on the dance floor. Exposing her breasts to everyone.

Maya may not have known what I was thinking. She had her own ideas. She grabbed my hand and drug me on the dance floor. I had never danced with a woman before. It was new territory. Maya could tell by the surprised look on my face. But the most surprising thing was how close she pulled me. Literally bellybutton to bellybutton. Tits to tits. Her long leg was between mine, rubbing against my pussy as we danced, and I was blushing.

I did my best to keep up, to twirl, shake, and enjoy the dancing. I looked around the room for an angry man. I didn’t see any. Instead, I saw a bunch of happy men. Watching two hot women dancing, grinding, and wiggling for all to see.

By the end of the second song my pussy was literally dripping. I knew my jeans were wet. But I was sweating a bit too. So was Maya.

We went back to the bar to catch our breath and get another drink. Maya motioned to the bar tender and asked for “scissors”. I had no idea what she was talking about. Why did she need scissors? Once she got them in her hand, she gulped down her drink, grabbed my hand, and drug me to the bathroom.

Confused as I was. I was also very curious. Maya walked to the bathroom mirrors in the elden ödeme alan escort women’s room. She set the scissors on the counter, reached to her side, pulled her panties up, and then cut them. She did the other side as well before pulling them from the front.

Maya winked at me and dropped them in the garbage. “I am so wet. Those were starting to chaff. How about you?” Maya asked and handed me the scissors.

I smiled, walked to the same mirror and followed suit. My lacey white thong was cut on the sides, I pulled it out, scratching my clit the whole way, and then dropped them in the trash. Maya was smiling and watching me like a cat watching a bird in a cage. I then slid back the shirt from my left shoulder. I cut the bra strap, then the right bra strap, and then pulled the bra down before cutting it a few times more. Just for good measure.

The shirt I was wearing was a bit tight. Without a bra it was a bit lose now. But my boobs would bounce and shake a whole hell of a lot more.

Maya walked to the mirrors next to me. She took the scissors and opened her shirt. Maya wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tiny firm B cup tits stood out like pyramids. But she buttoned her shirt back up. It wasn’t tied this time except on the bottom. 5 buttons were all that kept her tits from popping out.

She took the scissors and cut the top 2. She was showing a lot of cleavage, and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. Maya had a very mischievous look as she smiled ear to ear. She walked out of the bathroom first and handed the scissors back to the bartender, and he looked right down at her cleavage. He obviously noticed the change in attire as she stepped back.

The smile he had on his face was sheepish, he seemed like he knew he was caught, like a little boy peeping. I walked behind Maya and back to the bar where Brad was sitting.

“You two up for a few more songs?” Brad asked. His eyes bounced from my chest to Maya’s. But his eyes did not linger.

Maya shouted in Brad’s ear, “Try and stop me!” before she took Brad’s hand and drug him out onto the dance floor.

Maya was by far the best dancer there. Agile, sexy, and she knew every move. Every step. Every sexy combination. Brad was a good dancer. He was doing his best to keep up with Maya. They looked like a good couple. The dancing got sexier and dirtier. Brad’s thigh was wet. Maya’s pussy was gushing through her jeans. But she was also sweating like a long-distance runner. I swore they looked like they were fucking on the dance floor. Except for the jeans. They would be.

Many patrons were watching, and many dancers were doing their best to dance but also watch the two. I guessed these two were pretty often paired up for dancing. And likely fucking.

The song ended and they returned to me. I was still seated on the bar stool. A bit frozen and a bit amazed by their raunchy performance. Maya stopped in front of me. Looked me dead in the eyes and reached up for her blouse. She seized a button with her long skinny fingers and quickly pulled it away. Her top opened another inch. Showing more cleavage and more boob.

Maya then drug me on the dance floor. I did my best to keep up with her, she kept grinding her thigh against my pussy. Without my panties it felt like a vibrator. Over and over on my clit. Up and down. I knew my pussy would be gushing as much as hers was. I felt her right-hand slide down from my waist and grab my ass.

Not to be outdone. I followed suit. Her ass was a lot smaller than mine. And a lot fitter. She must have done a million squats. It was that hard. Maya smiled at me as we danced a bit more. If I didn’t have such a strong ability to hold it in. I would have orgasmed at least 3 times by now. But I did. I would not orgasm unless it was naked running. That was my thing. But I was close. Several times. And somehow. I was able to hold it back. Over and over.

“Last call!” was belted out over the speakers. The music was shut off and I felt like my energy had drained a bit too. Maya and I walked back to the bar giggling. Brad had lined up a few shots. 3 each. Maya gulped them down as I looked at mine. Whiskey was not really my thing. And I had drank more tonight then I had in two years.

It took me 5 minutes. But I took all 3 shots. They laughed at my face as I was not happy with how they tasted. We walked out of the bar, laughing, talking about the music, the people, and the dancing. As we walked down the patio we looked to the side of the building and saw Tom. His giant body was leaning against the building, his pants around his ankles, and the big girlfriend was sucking his cock.

For a big giant of a man. His cock wasn’t anything above average. But his chunky girlfriend was sucking it like she expected gold coins to shoot out instead of semen. “You go girl” was all I could think of as we kept walking away.

As I walked to my SUV, I thought Maya would go with Brad. But Brad turned left and walked to his eskort bursa truck. Maya followed me.

At my SUV she asked “Mind if I bunk at your place. I’m a little drunk. I don’t want to drive two hours home.”

“Sure. Fine with me.” I stated as Maya climbed in the passenger seat.

I could hold my liquor. Maya had drunk twice as much as me in the last 2 hours. We drove back to my place laughing and singing. It took only 15 minutes or so before pulling in. I walked inside and ate a granola bar. I turned around expecting Maya to follow me into the kitchen, but she was gone.

I walked around looking for her and found her in one of the upstairs bedrooms. A guest bedroom. She knew the house better than I did. She had lived there most of her life. She was face down on the bed. Her feet hung off the side. She was still clothed, and she was snoring. I laughed a bit and walked to my bed.

Today and yesterday had been long days. With a bit of alcohol in me I felt even more tired. My body felt like lead. Without even thinking about it I lay in bed. My boots were still on and fell asleep.

With the alcohol in me. My brain decided to play tricks on me. My dreams were not my typical dreams. No running, no dancing, no nude fun. Instead, I was naked, saddled like a rodeo horse, and in a stadium. Thousands of people were cheering as Brad was riding me. I was kicking, jumping, and bucking Brad as she dug his cowboy boots into my sides. My naked ass and tits on display bouncing around as people cheered.

I was able to buck Brad off of me but soon I was pulled into a coral and Maya was on top of me. They released me back out and I did my best to buck off Maya. Kicking, jumping, and banging her off of the metal railings. Maya held on to firm. For a bit anyways.

It seemed like it took hours. But eventually Maya got tired and was flung off. I had sweat dripping off my naked body, drool hanging from my open mouth, and I was exhausted. Breathing heavy as I walked around the huge stadium. Naked with a saddle on my back.

I could do nothing to cover myself. I just walked circles and circles until I was roped and pushed into some metal contraption. My head stuck out, the sides squished in, and I kicked. I bucked. I did everything I could to get out.

I looked back to see the saddle was being removed by some cowboys. Then Tom moved in. The giant man from the country dancing bar. I saw him undo his belt buckle and pull down his pants. My naked ass stuck out of the metal contraption. He was licking his lips as he grabbed my waist with his massive hands. I tried kicking. But I was locked in place.

Just as Tom thrust forward, I woke up. No dick had entered me in the dream. I was covered in sweat. Lying on my back in my bed. But I wasn’t alone. Maya was asleep next to me. Face down. My top was gone. I was topless. Her hand firmly attached to my breast. Maya too was topless. Her button-up peasant blouse was gone.

We both had our jeans on though. Boots too. It was still dark out. But I could see a bit of light on the horizon. I decided a night of drunken fun wasn’t that big of a deal. We were both girls anyways. That was even less of a big deal. So, I laid back, left Maya’s hand on my boob, and fell back asleep. It was actually pretty calming having my breast being handled. Hot too.

This time I didn’t have any dreams. Or nightmares. But I did wake up a few hours later. Maya’s mouth was against my neck. Her small tits rubbing my arm. Her right hand is across my chest and still gripping my breast. I slowly woke up and Maya did too. Seeing how we were half dressed. Maya didn’t seem all that upset.

“Morning. Do you remember how this happened?” I asked. Looking at our half naked attire.

“No. I assumed it was you. I don’t remember anything from last night after we got home.” Maya stated as she sat up and rubbed her head.

“Know any good hangover cures?” Maya asked as she rubbed her head. Not even attempting to put a shirt on or cover her tits.

“Yeah. But you are going to have to trust me.” I stated with a smile and a look at her tits.

Maya looked down at my chest too. I was so much bigger than her. It was a bit embarrassing. My tits bounced, wiggled, and hung. She had tiny pyramids with brown nipples. No movement at all.

I got up and walked downstairs to the kitchen. I opened up 4 protein shakes, poured them in a blender, added honey, and peanut butter. I blended it up and walked back out to the living room.

Maya was still topless. Sitting on the couch as I handed her the drink. She sipped it slowly at first and then gulped it down quickly. I did the same. Followed by several glasses of water.

“So did you want to talk about the topless situation, or should we just say, “Girls will be girls” and leave it at that?” Maya asked.

“I’m good with that. As I don’t remember if it was you who stripped me, or I stripped you.” I explained finishing off another glass of water.

Maya went back upstairs and returned with our shirts. Once fully dressed we walked outside. Maya needed to head home and her truck was still at the bar. Brad was driving up the road as we left. He tipped his hat as we drove past.

“You know he’s the only single guy in 100 miles, right? I think he told you about the bar to treat it as date.” Maya told me.

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