I couldn't believe how hot she'd made me. I started to make my way to the toilets. I couldn't wait until I got home – I would have to cum now. Unfortunately I bumped into someone who I saw quite often in there, and was forced to talk for some time, feeling really uncomfortable. I could feel my juices oozing down my leg, and my whole body ached with need.

Finally, I got away from her and continued towards the toilets. I noticed a woman beckoning me over.

"Shit!" I thought, "What now?!"

I walked over to her, and as I walked my lips rubbed together and I though I might cum just from walking!

As I reached her she took me by the arm and turned so that I had my back to the wall, and she stood in front of me. She had brown hair, was about my height, with large, full breasts and a tiny waist. I didn't have long to look at her before she started

kissing me, just like the others had.

By now I thought that any touch on my sex would make me cum. I was wrong!

She slid her hand between my thighs and stroked the hair there. It was so gentle I could hardly feel it. She slid her finger over my vee, just stroking the start of my clit. I started to breathe heavily as she slid her finger over my clit. She moved it on tiny circles all over – round the edge, at the tip, on the top. I thought I was going to burst, but her touch was so light that, although it was driving me crazy, it wasn't enough to give me the orgasm which I so needed. She continued to tease me until I thought I would collapse with the sensation of it. As suddenly as last time, she moved her hand away, smiled, and was gone.

This time I headed for the door. I needed to go home and cum over and over again. As I made my way though the crowd someone grabbed me and pulled me over to a quiet corner. Sitting there was Lisa, and the other two women.

The fourth woman, who had grabbed me, pushed me down onto Lisa's lap. She parted her legs so that mine were forced to part, and my sex was pulled open. The two women stood up and moved out of my view.

She leaned forward and started to kiss me again. One of the woman was now behind me and she started to caress my breasts, teasing the nipples back up to their full erectness. My hand, seemingly of its own free will, moved down between Lisa's legs. I gasped as I felt her naked sex, wet and ready. I slid a finger gently over her slit, feeling her juices flowing over my finger. I was rewarded with Lisa doing the same to me. My wet cunt gushed as she touched me softly. I moved my other hand down to flick her clit lightly. I gloried as I heard her sighs and moans. She moved her other hand and flicked my clit, moving in circles and strokes. I removed my hand from her slit but continued working her clit. I used my now spare hand to touch and tease her tits. Again, she mirrored my actions.

I was suddenly aware of movement underneath me. Lisa gasped and as I looked to see why I could see the fingers of the woman beneath us sliding in and out of Lisa's cunt, slowly filling her with another finger.

"Fuck!" I gasped, more shocked than pleading. Nevertheless I was in turn rewarded by the woman's tongue gently lapping, flicking and probing my cunt as the juices flowed into her mouth.

Me and Lisa were still working each other's clits and breasts. Our touches were becoming harder, more desperate.

I pressed harder on Lisa's clit, and she in turn pressed harder on mine, working back and forth, quicker and quicker. I too sped up. The woman beneath us sensed the urgency and used her tongue and fingers as quickly as she could.

Finally, and together, me and Lisa both started to cum. Our groans and sighs mingled with each other, and as our fingers worked faster and harder still we both started to cry out with the release.

We were both vocal for some time, but when we did finally start to relax we looked at each other and smiled.

"Thank you!" I whispered.

"Likewise," she smiled.

We kissed again – a long, satisfied, gentle kiss.

Eventually, we parted and went our separate ways.

In the taxi on the way home I thought to myself, "The driver would have been proud!" I laughed out loud.

"What's so funny?" asked the driver.

"Just something I remembered, that's all."

I got home and went straight to bed. I came over and over, remembering those women and how they touched me, and I hoped they did the same too.