This particular evening was advertised as a comedy club evening , John and I anticipated several comics doing sets . As it turned out we were quite wrong.
I had made some effort in dressing, an above the knee green seersucker dress , that is very girly with a flared bottom, nude stockings, with black matching undies, and some medium black heels, minimum make up, but a fairly bright red lipstick. John likewise had made an effort and he looked good.
The venue was actually a private club, but not seedy, on the outskirts of Leeds. It turned out that it was a solo comic and he was lets say a version of a blue english comic called cubby brown.
I noticed that men outnumbered women by quite some margin, none of them were dressed up, in fact I was the only woman wearing dress. I was acutely aware of being checked out as we entered the performance area. John went to get some drinks from the bar, the floor area was busy with standing people, so I lost sight of him immediately.
I have to admit I felt very aware of standing out, knowing what I was wearing under my dress, and thinking that anyone of these blokes could easily take me, it even made me a little moist It was probably only a few minutes before I was approached, and asked if I was local, was I by myself.
John seemed to take forever with the drinks, the two guys who clearly had been drinking continued with their chat up lines and were stood very close to me, they were quite clever, when people were trying to get past us, their hands guiding me backwards and forwards to avoid drinks spilling. I quickly realised they were feeling me through my dress, within a short time, my bum, boobs, thighs had all been furtively checked out. I noticed a smile between them when they realised I was wearing suspenders.
It must have been 20 mins before John returned, the two guys acknowledged him and drifted off. About that time the compare announced the comic would be performing shortly and to take our seats. This was a farce, as there were no seat numbers , it was set out in rows of temporary seats like a school hall. Naturally we wanted to sit together and were desperately looking for two seats, when the lights went down,and the audience was requested to sit immediately. I couldnt even see John, but did see a vacant seat and plonked myself down.
The act began, now I have a very broad mind, but to say the act was crude, was an understatement, but the blokes in the audience loved it and became more racous, as the comic started on women and what they were good for, definitely no snowflakes in the audience.
It was about half way through the comics set, that I felt a hand on my thigh, no preamble just a hand gently squeezing my thigh, now my dress had ridden up a little, but I was still decent, and just so you know, I have had a few encounters, everything from being groped, to unexpected sex, and I have always told John.
So without looking at the guy, I took his hand off my leg, a few more jokes from the comic and the hand was back, this time higher up over my stocking tops and bolder as he began playing with one of my suspender straps through my dress. This time I looked at him, and realised it was one of the guys from when we came in, looking to my left I found the other guy, with a broad smile on his face. I realised this was clearly planned and had a decision to make, I admit it was a turn on, public place, surrounded by guys, dark and noone knew me.
I decided to play along, and simply looked straight ahead at the stage, they both clearly got the message. The hand now emboldened went under the hem of my dress and quickly move up to my stocking top and the smooth skin above, the other guy with one hand had been pulling up my dress from the back, as I wriggled to stop him tearing it, he eventually managed to pop my bum out altogether, his other hand was squeezing my boobs, and finding his way into the neckline of my dress, managing to pull my bra up and over my boobs, releasing my tits, the nipples rubbing against the dress material as he rubbed them.
His friend by now had uncrossed my legs,pulled my knees apart and found his way to the gusset of my panties, his large hand between mylegs, squeezing and rubbing like he owned my pussy.
