"Clare" - Chapter 13 - Brenda's Girl - "Rainbows - Part 2" - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 13 - Brenda's Girl - "Rainbows - Part 2"

Not long after that, we returned to our girlfriends, and I noticed a middle-aged woman dressed in a black concoction sitting between Brenda and Paula. The three of them stopped talking as soon as I approached.

“This is Hazel,” Brenda said. “She is your new dance partner.”

The new lady held out her hand in such a manner it was obvious she expected me to kiss it rather than just shake it. I bent over and irritatingly did as required, then just about stopped myself from doing a sarcastic curtsy.

On closer inspection, I realised Hazel was taller than me, well over six feet. She had long blonde, slightly flyaway hair and wore heavy makeup. It was more than what was needed, as beneath it was an attractive face. Her legs were long, though I wouldn’t call them dancer’s legs. Her breasts were smaller than mine, though she was certainly not flat-chested.

But it was what she was wearing that caught my attention. I can only say it was an all-in-one catsuit made from a similar shiny black material as the shorts I wore to Club o-X-o. On her feet, she had black platform-heeled boots that came up to her knee.

However, there was one addition to the catsuit that stood out and, therefore, interested me: the distinct bulge in her crutch area. There was no comparison if I compared it to Brenda’s. My girlfriend’s was never noticeable in her baggy jeans; Hazels was so large it could have been called a codpiece. It made me want to giggle, and I tried not to stare at it or snigger. I ...

... just dared not, as there was something about Hazel that made me wary of her.

Before I could get to my drink, Hazel took my hand and dragged me to the crowded dance floor. We ended up in a slow dance, her hands straight onto my exposed bottom, my pussy rubbing against her large bulge.

“So, you are Brenda’s new fuck-toy,” she whispered as we gently moved to the music.

“I prefer Clare,” I quietly replied, having been both shocked and alarmed at being called a fuck-toy for the first time in my life. Though, perhaps tonight, it was an accurate description.

Hazel smiled. Then softly said, “You are by far the prettiest girl Brenda ever brought here. The rumour about you was true.”

Nice recovery, I thought. Though, I didn’t know about any rumour, or what to say, so I let Hazel continue to rub me as we danced. My pussy was once again reminding me that it would like to see some action soon, and the alcohol was helping to reduce my inhibitions.

There was little small talk, as we slow danced. My head now was resting on Hazel’s shoulder, her hands busy, kneading my bottom as we slowly made our way into the dance floor's darkest corner. It was only then that Hazel’s left hand moved from my bottom to my right breast.

She squeezed it and then brushed my nipple; her bulge was still gently massaging my pussy.

“How many girls have you been with?” Hazel suddenly asked; her question catching me by surprise, as until then our dancing had been mainly in silence.

I had to ...