Rentyre
Your shy personality is countered slightly by the fact that no one knows who you are. You're in someone else's body, and any embarrassment can be shrugged off- or ignored entirely!
After walking around this side of the room, you spot a busty blonde sitting alone at a table. The table itself is up against the rear wall, suggesting privacy.
Taking a deep breath, you slide into the booth, sitting next to her. She smiles at you, a sexy grin that puts your first fears at ease, and yet create many, many more.
Her eyes lock into yours, and you freeze. You're a deer in the headlights, and she knows it. "Well, hello there, handsome," she croones, her hand resting on your chest. You respond with a nervous (but hopefully charming!) smirk. Her head leans forward, and she whispers into your ear. "You're such a cute little boy-toy, aren't you?" Your arm, which has been cautiously wrapping around, rests on her waist and pulls her closer.
She spreads out her hand, and plants it squarely on your chest. "That's not what I had in mind, boy-toy." As her hand drifts from your chest to your waist, her nimble body slips underneath the table, planting herself between your legs. The groping hand finds its prize, your zipper, and pulls. You shiver in anticipation as her cold hands fish for your flacid penis. They emerge victoriously, tickling the limp flesh.
As you sit there, with your feet spread apart and your arms feeling awkward at your side, her lips surround your penis, teasing the flesh with her tongue. As tension begins to build, you instictively grab her head, running your fingers through her hair as your body convulses from pleasure. You reach your climax, which is pumped straight into her throat. As you lay there, slouched and unmoving in the afterglow, she simply slides out from the table and walks off.
After a few minutes of basking, it occurs to you that she's left you sitting there with your privates in full view. Shoving them back in unceremoniously, you zip up and head for another table.
After walking around this side of the room, you spot a busty blonde sitting alone at a table. The table itself is up against the rear wall, suggesting privacy.
Taking a deep breath, you slide into the booth, sitting next to her. She smiles at you, a sexy grin that puts your first fears at ease, and yet create many, many more.
Her eyes lock into yours, and you freeze. You're a deer in the headlights, and she knows it. "Well, hello there, handsome," she croones, her hand resting on your chest. You respond with a nervous (but hopefully charming!) smirk. Her head leans forward, and she whispers into your ear. "You're such a cute little boy-toy, aren't you?" Your arm, which has been cautiously wrapping around, rests on her waist and pulls her closer.
She spreads out her hand, and plants it squarely on your chest. "That's not what I had in mind, boy-toy." As her hand drifts from your chest to your waist, her nimble body slips underneath the table, planting herself between your legs. The groping hand finds its prize, your zipper, and pulls. You shiver in anticipation as her cold hands fish for your flacid penis. They emerge victoriously, tickling the limp flesh.
As you sit there, with your feet spread apart and your arms feeling awkward at your side, her lips surround your penis, teasing the flesh with her tongue. As tension begins to build, you instictively grab her head, running your fingers through her hair as your body convulses from pleasure. You reach your climax, which is pumped straight into her throat. As you lay there, slouched and unmoving in the afterglow, she simply slides out from the table and walks off.
After a few minutes of basking, it occurs to you that she's left you sitting there with your privates in full view. Shoving them back in unceremoniously, you zip up and head for another table.