The White Hart Ch. 02

The whole bar was watching them now to see what would happen. The boys recognised now what had occurred and you could hear them saying 'Go on Shelley, ask that cheeky barmaid to take them off and dry them for you. Or at least go to the toilet and take them off. Give them to me and I'll look after them,' said one of the lads.

Surprisingly enough Shelley stood up and disappeared to the toilets. We looked forward to her coming back and sitting down again as we assumed she was going to take them off.

The other girl, Jess, I think her name was, said to the two boys with a touch of bravado, 'If she had done that to me I would have made her take them off and dry them. Cheeky cow.'

Without saying a word I handed my glass with half an inch of beer in it to Sheila who just happened to be wandering past me at that moment.

She grinned and taking a long circuitous trip around the bar ended up at their table just as the girl came out of the toilet and took her seat. The whole bar was watching to see whether she would flash us as she had been doing before. She kept her knees together and put her legs under the table. You could hear the clucking and cackling 'chicken-like' noises all round the bar. She went red but then started laughing as Sheila pulled exactly the same stunt on Jess, soaking her knickers with half an inch of beer. 'Oops, sorry love. Did I hear you say you wanted a hand taking them off?'

The two boys and Shelley all started applauding and so there was no way that Jess who was sitting there stunned could get irate.

'Sheila put the empty glass on the table, knelt in front of Jess and before she could speak had pulled her panties down and off. She did not even have time to struggle as Sheila lifted her legs to slip them over her feet.

'I'll just take these outside and dry them.'

Leaving the empty glass on the table she disappeared off towards the door which led to the toilets and eventually the corridor to John's quarters. She did however stop to have a quiet word with a group of six lads sitting on their own near the door. I noticed her waving the knickers in front of them and that two of them followed her out.

She returned a few moments later and continued picking up glasses. I noticed that a couple of the half dozen boys were at the bar ordering another round.

'What did you say to the lads, Sheila.'

She laughed. 'I asked if any of them wanted to use them to have a wank in before I put them in the tumble drier. I showed the two of them where the tumble drier is and told them that when the six of them had finished to put them in there. I set the dial for fifteen minutes. That should leave them hot dried out but possibly still a bit sticky. That white cum will look good dried on those black silk knickers.'

We all laughed and watched the two lads try to encourage Shelley and Jess to open their legs again. So far with no luck.

We watched all six of the lads troop through and then saw Sheila disappear out to collect them. You could see her smile as she walked back into the room whirling them around her finger.

'Tell you what Miss, to show how sorry I am I will kneel here at your feet and put them back on you. I promise not to lift up your dress to show anyone your puss. Will that make amends, seeing me sorry, here at your feet?'

Little actress.

'Good idea,' said Jess. 'That was a horrible thing to do to another girl. Just because we were having a bit of fun showing them doesn't mean we are tarts like you, happy to not wear any.'

Mistake, I thought. Big mistake.

'Sorry Miss,'

She stood up and lifted first one foot and then the other as Sheila pulled them up her legs. As she had said she slid them quickly under her skirt, pulled them up tight into Jess's slit and apparently pushed them up even further with her fingers.

Jess screamed, pulled up her skirt and said, 'What's that. Take them off.'

So of course Sheila did. Straight down to her ankles and left them+ there. What a sight she was holding her skirt up to the waist with her panties round her ankles.

When she realised what she was doing she quickly sat and dropped her skirt back, but not before we had all had a good look at her pussy.

Sheila walked back and high-fived the three of us as we sat at the bar. 'Perfect timing,' she said. 'They were still warm, and very sticky, all covered in cum. More white than black. Must have felt lovely on her little hot cooch. I hope she doesn't get pregnant.'

John sent over a round of drinks for the two girls. He knew the boys would be happy anyway and they might just help the girls to get pissed enough to give the boys a treat before they took them home.

We also saw the benefits of the extra drinks. Jess was the first one to sit with her legs apart. I guess we had all seen most of it anyway and she probably needed to let her crotch dry out a little from the sticky gusset. I noticed the panties abandoned on the floor.

It wasn't long before, with even Jess nagging Shelley now, she also succumbed and spun her legs around to face the room before opening them a few inches. Then, as the adrenalin hit her, she opened them right out to a cheer, particularly from the six lads at the corner table who by now were pretty well pissed.

Another quiet evening at the White Hart.