Mina, Mitch, and Smudge Too

Firstly, I would like to personally thank to a wonderful volunteer editor, Passionisbest, for all of his advice and collaboration.

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Mina stood in front of the wash basins and caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Her chest was flushed, and her tanned skin glistened with perspiration. Her make-up was holding up well, dark eye shadow making her bright green eyes appear even more translucent than normal. Lips full and what was left of the red gloss, gave her a sexy pout.

As she looked at herself, she felt a flush spreading through her body.

She was horny.

She needed to bag herself a man or even a woman. That night she had needed sex.

It began on a cold and sleety Saturday night in February some 10 years ago.

Mina had been invited to a Rocky Horror themed party. The venue was a place called The Drop Zone.

The Drop Zone is a parachute club.

This club was part of an Army flying training camp. Along with being the place where the army trained soldiers to jump out of planes, it hosts commercial parachuting, as in Joe public jumping out of planes.

Within the club, there is a bar. A bar that Mina had frequented a few times, with the same friend that had invited her to the party. Her friends, father was a parachute rigger at the club.

So, when said friend invited her to the party it took little consideration for several reasons. One, it was a Rocky horror themed party, she would get to wear sexy Basque and stockings, two, it's based on an Army camp, lots of hot, fit, horny army boys, three, there is a bar which means alcohol and finally there would be great music so she could dance. This was for Mina, a no brainer.

On the night, she had gone all out with the costume. A fully boned black corset, made from silk with ribbon laces all the way up the back.

Steph, the friend who had invited Mina, had been tasked with getting her into this medieval contraption and had taken great delight in pulling those laces as tight as she could. To the point she felt as if only a quarter of her lungs were fully functioning. The result was that her not so insignificant breasts were pushed skywards, meaning the upper half of them had been exposed in their full glory.

The corset came down as far as her belly button. A very small pair of black, wet look hot pants covered her most vulnerable bits, and the outfit was finished off with black fishnet stockings, black 5-inch thigh high, stiletto boots, and a pair of long black PVC gloves.

Mina's make up was vampish, dark and seductive. She had waved her mass of dirty blonde hair and hoisted it into a high ponytail, pulling it off her face, completing the vixen stroke vamp look.

Mina was rocking the Rocky Horror theme; she also had complete sympathy with the ladies of old having to wear a corset every day. "No wonder so many of them fainted," she thought to herself, "they were items which were equal in both beauty and torture."

When Steph and Mina walked into the bar that night, it was in little doubt, that Mina, was the sexiest bell of the kinky ball.

Steph was also no wall flower, she was tall, long auburn hair, brown eyes, and great skin but she was conservative. She had found a Basque that was suitably "Steph" it covered her completely up top, she opted for tights under shorts and a pair of heels. She hated make-up and so had gone neutral with just lip gloss, mascara and some blush. A natural beauty all the same.

But the eyes in the room had most definitely been on Mina.

She could feel the buzz of anticipation crawling on her skin, the anticipation of just what that night could have in store. She was out for a good time on that night, out to have fun, she had hoped that she would pull and end the night having some form of sex. She didn't even need it to be mind-blowing, although that would be a bonus, but sex was a must.

Little did she know at that moment just what was going to unfold later that night.

The club was not large. Built in the 1950's a single- story brick building. The limited number of windows were shuttered on the inside.

The main bar area was furnished with a mish mash of old wooden chairs and battered leather sofas. A handful of brown wood tables, which were covered in black tablecloths and hosted large red pillar candles burning in glass bottles. There were various large screens on the walls, all were dark that night but normally during the weekends, when there were a lot of jumpers, the screens would be alive, playing skydiving and parachute videos. Some would play live feeds from people who were jumping in real time. The parachute scene, it seemed was very similar to the surfing scene. They had their own language, they were all adrenaline junkies, most were free spirits and almost all were a little crazy.

The candlelight was enhanced only by the coloured, flashing lights of the disco deck, which had been set up at the back of the rectangle room and with the lights from behind the small but well stocked bar.

The room was decorated suitably with black and red paper banners and hanging decorations. There were Rocky Horror posters on the walls. They had tried to make the venue feel suitably Rocky Horror.

The DJ was playing Whatever Happened to Saturday Night, by Meatloaf, from the original soundtrack.

There were already about 30 guests scattered around the room. Most of which were sporting some form of Rocky Horror fancy dress. From full on Frank n Furter garb to the more reserved Brad Majors, sports jacket and thick glasses.

There had been only a couple of other ladies who had been brave enough to wear more risqué attire. However, none had been as full-on vixen as what Mina had opted for.

The attention that she received was testament to the effort that she had made, and the amount of naked skin that she had on display.

The friends made their way to the bar. The barman was a tall, dark haired guy. He was well built, with sparkling blue eyes and a naughty smile. A smile he had been quick to flash in the direction of Mina.

"Well Stephanie who is this sassy little lady?" he asked with a wink.

"This is Mina, a good friend, Mina this is Smudge, no one knows his real name" she said, "probably because he has several disgruntled wives searching for him," she added with a laugh.

"Well, you know, some men can't help being magnets to the opposite sex" he winked, and the naughty smile broadened

"Indeed, they are" Mina nodded, "and some are magnets for trouble."

He laughed. His laugh deep and genuine.

"Give us bottle of your best Chardonnay," Steph said, and they both leant against the bar

"I can give you the best of what I have, although I'm not sure it's really up to your standards."

"I'm sure that it will make do this evening," she replied.

He poured the wine, all the time looking at Mina, with a mix of curiosity and an unmistakable hint of desire.

They picked up their glasses and Steph grabbed the bottle.

"Well ladies have a good time and feel free to keep me company at the bar," Smudge nodded at them, making eye contact with Mina. She tilted her glass his way, by way of acknowledgement.

They found a table and took a seat with their wine.

"Smudge is full of himself," Mina said before taking a large sip of wine. He had been right, it wasn't the best, but it would do the job.

"That he is," Steph raised her voice to be heard over the music, "but he's a nice guy, dads known him for years."

Mina glanced back and watched as he worked the bar. Flashing the smile, moving deftly and giving each customer a little time. She was impressed by his bar skills.

They finished their first glass of wine and then drained the bottle into their glasses. Wanting to be able to move around freely, without the awkwardness of the cumbersome bottle.

With very full glasses they mingled for a while. Steph introducing Mina to people that she hadn't met previously. Making small talk and flirting with every single guy in the room. Truth be told they flirted with every man regardless of whether he was single or not. There weren't as many of the military contingent, that Mina had hoped for. Those who had been present, were not really her type one way or the other. It had been a rather disappointing show of male attendance.

They drained their glasses and put them on the table before deciding it was time to dance. By 10.30 the bar had filled up considerably and it was getting warm. A handful of people had taken the plunge and hit the floor. The ones that had arrived early and had already had more than a few, to loosen their inhibitions.

The DJ was finally playing songs that were not from the Rocky Horror soundtrack. When they made their way to the small, wooden dance floor, he was playing Low by Flo Rida. This was a tune that most people couldn't help shaking their ass too.

Making the most of showboating her body in the revealing outfit. Mina moved to the music, following instruction from Flo to go, "low, low, low" Spreading her thighs and squatting to the beat. A guy that clearly known Steph had accosted her and she was gyrating against him, much to his delight.

Mina couldn't help but get a flush of desire as she watched her friend, straddle his thigh with hers and start to rub against him. She could see the look on his face and knew that his balls would be twitching in his jeans. She may have been a little conservative in the way she dressed but Steph, was not conservative in the way that she behaved.

Mina continued enjoying the beat. A couple of guys, one which she recognised, as an instructor at the club. The other she didn't recognise. The men shuffled their way towards her and were attempting to dance, next to her. The instructor was tall and thin, too thin to be of interest to her. She liked her men to be, well, manly. Blonde hair and grey eyes, he was tanned and not unattractive. He looked at her like she was the first course for dinner, as he manoeuvred closer.

Not to let an opportunity to tease pass her by, she raised her arms and swivelled her hips to the music, as she moved in towards him. He put his arms around her, clasping them around her lower back. She placed her arms around his neck and began to move against him.

She could feel the heat of his body against hers as she gyrated her body to the music. She smiled a mischievous smile at him and leant back into his arms so that he was holding her up. Pelvis to pelvis with him., she made sure that their bodies were as close as possible.

Her breasts were being pushed further up in the Basque and Mina could see him looking down at them like they were large pots of gold, that he just had to get hold of.

As she straightened to face to him, his friend, a shorter, stocky guy, with black shaggy hair and dark eyes that seemed too close together, moved in behind her. He put his hands on her waist and pushed up against her firm ass with his pelvis. Mina was now the meat in a testosterone fuelled sandwich.

She laughed, putting her head back and leaning it against Stocky's shoulder. Her hips thrusting forward towards Blondie and then pushing back against Stocky, whose hands were running up her sides, to the outside of her ample breasts and then back down again.

Meanwhile Blondie was holding onto her hips and pulling her tight into his crotch.

She could feel a slight bulge in Stocky's jeans as she pushed backwards. Someone it would seem had been getting very excited. However, before he could get embarrassingly hard, the DJ changed the song. The Time Warp brought an influx of people to the floor and had been a well-timed excuse for her to prise herself from both pairs of wandering hands.

"You want a drink?" Stocky shouted above the music. His face was flushed red, and his hair was wet with sweat.

"No thank you, I am just going to go to the ladies, but thanks anyway," the last thing she wanted was for him to get the wrong impression. She had no intention of spending any time with this man. He would have to keep the dance in his wank bank.

She made her way to the ladies, collecting admiring looks on the way.

The ladies were, as all ladies' toilets are, busy. A queue of four or five ladies were waiting for one of only two cubicles to become vacant.

It was still sticky hot even in the toilets.

Mina stood in front of the wash basins and caught a glance of herself in the mirror. Her chest was flushed, and her tanned skin glistened with perspiration. Her make-up was holding up well, dark eye shadow making her bright green eyes appear even more translucent than normal. Lips full and what was left of the red gloss, gave her a sexy pout.

As she looked at herself, she felt a flush spreading through her body.

She was horny. She wasn't turned on at herself, she just couldn't help but think about the dance she had just had with the two men. Being pressed against both at the same time. The feel of their hands exploring her body, their breath on her skin, the look in their eyes, the bulge in Stocky's pants. Mina's heart was beat a little faster and a little harder. She could feel the familiar warmth and ache between her legs as the thoughts in her head caused her body to react physically.

The queue cleared, and she was next into a cubicle. Unclipping the suspenders, she pulled down the little black, tight fitting hot pants and took a seat. She peed. Wiping herself she felt a tingle through her pussy. Jesus, she was feeling horny. If there hadn't been more eagerly waiting ladies outside, she may have taken the time to stroke her clit, rub its swollen head, slip her fingers inside and ride them until she came over them.

Frustratingly though, she did not have the time for such pleasures. She would need to find them elsewhere. She wiped and redressed. Even the feel of the replaced hot pants material against her sensitive pussy felt stimulating.

She needed to bag herself a man or even a woman. That night she had needed sex.

She had known that there was at least one contender for the job of satisfying her needs and that was Smudge. She was pretty sure by the way he had interacted with her, that she could, if she had wanted to, end up in his bed. From what she had seen of the other men at the party, he was bar far the best catch.

So, during the evening she made frequent visits to the bar, endearing herself a little more to the cheeky barman. He was amusing, masculine, attractive and he made her tingle in all the right places. He was winning the race to Mina's pussy.

It was during one of these said visits to the bar that Mina had sensed someone standing next to her. She had sensed his body, tall, athletic. She could smell him, he smelt good. She inhaled the expensive scent, woody, salty-sweet and creamy. It was intoxicating. Then the presence next to her spoke.

"Howdy mate pint of the usual," he was American, Mina wasn't great with American accents, but she could tell immediately that he was central western. Most likely Texas. The use of "Howdy", had to be Texan. He had the southern drawl but with a twist. It was a soft musical drawl. His voice was deep and husky.

From the corner of her eye, she saw him turn towards her. He was in her space but that was ok, she looked up and felt her stomach flip and pulse quicken. She also felt a warm throb between her legs.

The guy was jaw droppingly handsome. In less than a heartbeat, Smudge was history. One way or another this yankie cowboy was taking her to bed and not to sleep.

"I don't think we have met; I would have remembered you," he drawled, his dark blue eyes locking hers over his pint glass as he took a long draw on it.

"Likewise," Mina had agreed and met his stare full on.

"Dance?" he asked. Although it sounded like, "Day-unce." He placed his pint on the bar.

His hair was sandy blonde, thick and messy. Not long. But on the verge of "surfer" style. He was tanned, his face was rugged, he had clearly spent a lot of time outside. The fine lines etched at the corners of his eyes, added a depth of character, made him interesting. His features were chiselled, defined cheek bones and strong chin. His mouth was full, his smile was broad, and typically American, very white and very straight teeth.

"Why not?" She nodded and flashed her best "the challenge is on" smile.

He took her by the hand and led her to the floor. His hand was strong, big. Her hand felt dwarfed inside his.

He was a quick mover. It wasn't often that guys went straight into asking for a dance. Most avoided dancing unless very drunk or desperate or both (Blondie and Stocky).

The song that was playing was Buttonz by the Pussy Cat Dolls. "Perfect timing," She had thought to herself.

He pulled her close, strong hands on her hips as she began to rock her hips against him, arching her back as he held the bottom of it, she leant back until her head was nearly on the floor. Coming back up, he moved his hand to the back of her neck and pulled her face only an inch from his. They moved to the beat. The Dolls were saying how they, "Don't like it when the physical leaves them asking for more."

Mina couldn't have agreed more. She was lip syncing the words, eyes locked on him, as she took hold of each side of his shirt collar. Hips, pressed against his, their bodies glued together.

She ran her hands down over what she could feel was a well worked chest, as she mouthed the words, "Loosen up your buttons baby." She winked at him.

He leaned in close, so that his mouth was next to her ear. He had to bend down, he stood 6ft 1" plus.

"You don't have any buttons, from what I can see," His mouth lingered next to her ear a second or two longer than needed.

She stretched upwards towards his ear, "No but I have laces, much easier to loosen!"

"You are one sexy fucking lady," He leaned into her ear once more.

His mouth so close to her skin it made her shiver. Electricity ran down her spine and a hot flush spread between her legs. She hoped that the moan was inside of her head and hadn't escaped her lips.

The song was coming to an end. He laughed, grabbed her hand and led her away from the dance floor. As they approached the bar, Smudge was watching the couple closely.

"So, you've met Mick then?" He asked. Mina realised for the first time that neither of them had introduced themselves to each other, prior to the raunchy dance.

"She has indeed," Mick answered for her and put his arm around waist, "you didn't want her all to yourself, did you?"

Smudge shook his head and laughed, "You're a fucker Mick, but fair play."

To Mina he said, "Good luck lovely you will need it!"

"Oh. I think it will be him that needs the luck," She countered and winked. She couldn't help but feel a little bad for Smudge. He seemed like a nice guy, and she had been leading him on all evening. However, that night, she was also very much out for her own ends, and Mick had won this contest hands down.

"By the way my name is Mina," She turned to Mick and held out her hand. He took it, lifted it to his lips and kissed the back of it. Looking up at her as he did.

"Well, Mina it's a mighty fine pleasure to meet you, as you just heard, my name is Mick" He let her hand go. She nodded her response to his introduction.

The party was beginning to wrap up, people were making their unsteady way out of the club. The DJ was packing up.

Mina had found Steph near the exit, giggling and being propped up by her on and off again "friend with benefits" Ashley. Mina hadn't even noticed that he had arrived at the party.

"I take it you will be making your own way home," she laughed, nodding towards to Mick.

"The little lady won't need to get home, not until the mornin', I've plenty of room," Mick smiled at her and pulled her hip to hip, to him.

Mina broke free of his grip and went to Steph. He put her arms around her and whispered into her ear, "I'll be fine, I need to practice my reverse cowgirl." Steph laughed so hard Mina thought she might pee herself.