My short one-piece dress and sandals had outlived their usefulness as protective gear. It was summer, yes, but at 5,000 feet clear nights can be cold....I crossed my arms to keep warm.Bruce must have noticed that I was almost uncomfortable and placing his broad hand on my shoulder pulled me towards him. If felt warmer and more comfortable. It was only our second date and we hadn't even held hands during the first one. A handshake had taken the place of the good night kiss, but I knew that we were. Tuesday night, as the week before, my husband asked me if it was ok for him to go and have a few beers with his pals, John and Peter, I told him it was ok, that I'd call over to my friend and have a glass of wine or two, he had a shower and dolled himself up, he smelled like a fucking perfume factory when he came out of the shower, this was no few beers with the boys I thought to myself, but said nothing, off he went, and I phoned my friend to come collect me in her car, we were like to private. His hardening crotch. I blush bright red and stop moving. Someone grabs my hips under my dress. I feel them grinding their hard cock against my tight teenage ass, dry humping me as my inner thighs are being caressed. My breasts are being kneaded by the strange firm hands, slowly being coaxed out of the top of my dress. I can feel another hard cock pressing on my waist. I can't tell how many men are touching me, but I have a feeling there isn't a man near me who doesn't have his hands, or cock. " Are we involved?" Don't you think so?" Yes but I didn't dare think let alone say so."She smiled at him, her eyes so ablaze he could almost feel their physical warmth."Dare! I like you too. Rather a lot!"Richard resisted the urge to take her into his arms."I, I d-do dare," he stammered.She smiled up at him."Good! This isn't going to be fun though." I can imagine." Well, we met at university. I was reading medicine and he was reading law. We met at a party and hit it off. We got married almost.