Cautiously, eyes cast downward, Sabrina entered the dark nightclub. A wave of cigarette smoke from a cluster of nearby bar stools choked her unaccustomed lungs. The music pounded so loudly in her ears that she had no idea what the bouncer had said to her as he stamped her hand, smiled broadly, and shot an admiring glance at her long legs.

The pink plaid skirt was the shortest she had ever worn, and she kept tugging it downward over her small rounded soft place. Why had she let that salesgirl talk her into a mini-skirt anyway? Her long tan legs were attracting much more attention than she had anticipated. She didnt ever go to bars. And the men were blatantly checking her out, mostly from the waist down, making her feel both uncomfortable and yet somehow slightly aroused. Not having much experience in these places, Sabrina spotted a single bar stool toward a dark corner and tried to gracefully lift her slender frame on to it.

But her tiny skirt was no match for the task of climbing the tall chair and she gave the guys a beaver and a half without realizing it.

A tall, older gentleman discretely slipped a menu over his lap to conceal the raging hard-on that the sight of her pink panties instantly caused.

His younger buddy almost choked on his bar peanuts, as he was given a spread-eagle look at what lie between her lovely legs. The two men had known each other for years. They shot each other a knowing glance. Fifty bucks says I can get into that tight little softness first, bragged the younger of the two. Youre on, was all the older man replied. It was a game they had played for years. John, suave, white haired and always the gentleman, made the first move, asking the bartender to take a glass of the houses best Chardonnay to the woman. Id say shes somewhere between your age and mine, he told his friend. Lets get her lubricated above the waist, before we get her wet below.

Get her as wet as you want, Jake replied, But you know Im the one thats ultimately gonna play that sweet little sex.

Sabrina peered around the bar nervously. Where was her girlfriend? They were supposed to meet 20 minutes ago. She gratefully accepted the wine and smiled shyly at the two men at the bar. One is too old and one is to young, she thought to herself. Oh well, thats the story of my life.

Two loud, hairy-chested men, wearing open shirts and gold chains, suddenly descended upon Sabrinas table.

Hey baby, ya wanna dance? One of them put his hand behind her slender soft place and slid her off the stool against her will.

She backed up against the wall, looking terrified, but they only moved in closer.

Looks like our pretty little Softness is in trouble, purred the older man observing from a distance. To the rescue. He and the younger man approached Sabrina quickly, Ah there you are, Princess. They feigned knowing her.

Im afraid our little sister here doesnt care to dance, they dispatched the other men quickly, and graciously helped the frightened woman back unto her stool. Jake was glad his sport coat covered his crotch as the smell and touch of the petite blonde instantly made his package bulge. He discreetly observed her legs, hoping for another crotch shot as she mounted the stool. Good grief, he wanted to bang that little private part so badly. Im afraid we are perfect gentleman, crooned John. Would you like us to sit with you to ward of the rest of the cretins? Sabrina giggled and gulped the rest of her wine. Waitress, Chocolate Martinis all around, ordered John, winking at Jake. Sabrina felt safe with these two polite, well dressed men and began to relax in spite of her girl-friends no show. After their second round of Martinis, the competition began in earnest.

Would I be out of line if I asked you to dance? whispered Jake. They took the dance floor during a slow number and he entwined his arms tightly around her.

As they swayed, he brushed his hard length against her, testing the waters. She moaned slightly and didnt pull back, so he pushed his thingy harder against her. He wanted to lift that short skirt and play her right there on the dance floor. Sabrina blushed and suggested they sit down. Damn. he thought. Too fast.

They sat down, and Sabrina edged a little closer to John.

Somehow she felt he would protect her. Jake excused himself to find a mens room so he could adjust his painfully swollen thingy. John knew it was now or never. I worry about you, wearing that short skirt in here. You have the most beautiful legs I have ever seen..and the most beautiful.... he paused ...

softness. he whispered into her ear. Sabrina felt her private part go instantly wet.

No one had ever done that to her in a public place before. I didnt mean to look at your lovely...

snatch...

But I couldnt help it. You gave quite a show when you mounted that bar stool. That is why I came over here...

to protect you His words were making Sabrina more horny than she had ever been in her life. She felt so safe and yet so vulnerable with this man whom she had only just met. Her nipples, now rock hard, suddenly showed through her blouse. Ah, I see I have aroused you, my Princess, he whispered - discretely brushing his finger across her tits. Shivers of excitement rippled beneath Sabrinas skirt. Jake would be back any minute - John knew he had to act fast. I suppose we could both use a little fresh air to slow things down. Lets take the elevator to the terrace. Sabrina tried to make sense of all this , but the two Martinis and the desire aching between her legs left her confused.

I think the terrace is closed until summer, she said, trying to sound sensible. It will be chilly out there. Yes, exactly what we need - like a cold shower! John joked. Once in the elevator it was all John could do to keep from putting his hand up Sabrinas short skirt and grabbing her sweet little softness. But, in his abundant experience, he had learned that timing was everything. Something that Jake, in his youthful fervor, still had to learn.

They exited onto the abandoned terrace.

Darkness engulfed them. A cool breeze blew and Sabrina shivered. Was it the temperature, fear or desire that make her quiver? Even she was unsure. I can warm you up, pet, the older man crooned. Coming from behind her, he wrapped one arm around her and slid his warm fingers into her bra, stroking her erect nipples. Simultaneously he lifted the back of her skirt with his other hand and pushed his steel hard rod against her soft place. He knew Jake would find them soon...only heightening his urgency to penetrate that sweet little slit. Can I play you, just a little bit, baby? he asked softly. He unzipped his fly and his thingy sprang out with a vengeance...he pushed it between her tan thighs. Ill stop when you want me to. I promise Sabrina surprised him with her reply.

Kiss my softness, first...

pleeeease.

She was almost begging. He threw his suit coat on an empty cafe table and quickly lifted her on to it.

Pushing her legs apart was all it took to lift the tiny, plaid skirt - John pulled aside the lacy pink panties and thrust his hot tongue into her soft, wet muff.

Damn, she tasted so sweet.

He toyed her swollen pink personal place as she clutched his neck and moaned. Thrusting, she pulled him deeper into her. Her honey dripped all over his face, and he knew he had all the proof he needed to collect his fifty bucks. Just as Sabrinas private part exploded in a spasm of orgasm, John heard footsteps in the darkness behind them. He looked up briefly and winked at poor defeated Jake, who stood there silently, pants bulging. Can I play you now, my Sweet? John asked Sabrina politely, ignoring his friend. Oh, pleaaaaase... was all Sabrina could muster, oblivious to Jakes watching eyes. John rolled her over on her flat belly, and lifted the cum-soaked back of her skirt to reveal her lovely, round soft place. Adeptly, he pulled the wet pink panties to the ground, and jammed his length into her private part from behind. When John had shot his load which didnt take long in that tight little snatch, Jake emerged, his thingy fully exposed and a fifty dollar bill in his hand. Smoothly John stepped aside, grabbed the fifty from Jake, and let him take his place inside their prize softness. Sabrina, none the wiser, moaned as Jake screwed her with the unbridled vigor of a wild stallion. His balls slapped against her wet soft place and he grabbed her tits roughly as he gave it to her, hard, from behind. Jake knew he could keep it up all night And John..well, John had the extreme satisfaction of winning the bet, seeing his best friend get laid, and of knowing that Sabrina would finally get played as long and as hard as a shy, sweet, young piece of soft place like that deserved.