0 comments/ 79745 views/ 4 favorites Off the Top By: Wet Miranda I recently went to New Orleans, and found the coolest club. It was like no other bar I had ever seen in my life. I just have to tell you about what happened that night. Here is a log of that night's events, from both my perspective and from my friend Darlene's perspective. 9:00 P.M., New Orleans, 85 degrees out. My name is Miranda. I am 29, 5"7, have medium lenght red hair, medium sized tits that are soft and round, and nice legs. Also, I just love to show off my body. My friend Darlene and I are on vacation. She is very tall and attractive, and has long blonde hair. There are two more things you need to know about her that are relevant to this story. One, she is very shy. She is attractive, but she never wears clothing to show off her lovely figure. She hardly ever will wear a bikini on the beach. The second thing you need to know about Darlene is that she has enormous breasts. I'm talking double D cups. Nice and round, all natural too. Part of this story is going to be from my point of view, and part from her's. Miranda: Darlene and I drove to a bar I had heard about on the other end of New Orleans from our hotel. I drove. This place was called Off the Top, and I knew what it was all about but Darlene didn't. Off the Top was a new bar in town, and they had a killer gimmick to get customers. Here is how it works: Guys have to pay a $20 cover. Girls get in free and drink half price. (Discrimination, you guys say? Tough luck!) But here is the kicker. At Off the Top, no shirts or tops of any kind are allowed once you are inside the club. That's right, the dress code is mandatory toplessness for both guys and girls. We get into the front foyer of the club. There is a bouncer, and a coat/shirt check. The sign clearly states the rules: No tops allowed past this point. Absolutely no exceptions. I am all excited about this. Darlene says "What the fuck is this place? No way! I'm NOT taking off my shirt." I laugh to myself and say, "Well I am. I have the car, so I guess you'll just have to walk somewhere or take a cab back to the hotel." I knew full well that she wouldn't go back, because she knew no one else in town, just the two of us came here together from Florida. I take off my black tank top and white bra and give it to the shirt checker. Darlene just stands there and pouts with her arms crossed over her chest. I walk past into the door to the main part of the club, past the bouncer. (A big African American gentlemen with a nice muscular chest..and no shirt.) Darlene: I can't believe what a bitch Miranda is tonight. She knew full well I would hate a place like this, and there is no way in hell I'm getting topless here. I don't know what I will do, I'm bored. I walk around the block to see if there is another club I can go to. There is just a local dive bar. I sit down and order a Cosmo. The regulars look at me kind of funny. I am the only female there, and the only one under 40. Everyone else is drinking cheap draft beer or Whiskey and Cokes. I drink my Cosmo. No one really pays much attention to me after I settle in. The men glance at me every once in awhile but don't bother me. I play some Bob Seger on the Jukebox. Miranda: Wow, this place is nuts. The $20 cover for men has helped ensure close to a 50/50 ratio of males to females. It feels really weird to walk around a club with no shirt on, but hey, everyone else is in the same boat, so what the Hell. It's also quite fun, and erotic. Guys stare right at my tits as I walk up to the bar to get a drink. The bartenders are top-free too. I order a Long Island from a hot guy behind the bar. He has short dark hair and a great well toned chest. He is more polite than the male customers, he doesn't stare at my chest, he actually looks me in the eyes while taking my order. I pay for my drink and have a seat at the bar. Darlene: O.K., its midnight, and this is so lame. I had 2 Coronas because I felt too self conscious to get another Cosmo. This is still an unusual order at this dive, most people here are not getting imported beer. I play some Eminem on the jukebox, and get more stares. Evidently this is not the music they listen to here. A guy in his 50s with no teeth puts his arm around my shoulder and offers to buy me another drink, even though I just bought one 30 seconds ago. time to leave! I walk outside. There is no place whatsoever to go besides Off the Top where Miranda is. No, I'm not going to go there. What the Hell am I going to do, she said she is staying till they close at 4:00 A.M. Fuck. Miranda: It's 12:30 A.M., and Darlene is still not here. Shit, I thought for sure she would eventually come around and come back here. She really is shy. I planned this night to loosen her up, she needs to have a sexy experience like this. Oh well, she'll be O.K., she probably called a cab and is sitting at the hotel room wathching t.v. Darlene: 12:30 A.M. I walk back into the front entrance. Am I really going to do this? That sounds so embarrassing to be topless in public like that. I can't believe many girls would really do that. I pace around the foyer a bit. The bouncer asks if I'm O.K. I tell him yes. "Can't decide if you have the nerve to follow the dress code, huh?" he laughs. I am obviously not the first girl to be hesitant at the front door. I blush. I sit down on a sofa in the foyer. No, there is no way. I'm not letting guys ogle my breasts all night. This is too weird. Why did that bitch drag me here, she could have just gone herself and I would have done something near the hotel! I feel a nice buzz from the drinks I had earlier, and do really want another Corona. I'm not going back to that creepy dive bar. Hmm... should I do this? You only live once. Oh god, fuck me, what the hell, why not. I wish they had a private place to undress. On the other hand, what difference will that make, I'm going to be topless anyway. Still I am finding this very difficult. I unbutton the white blouse slowly one button at a time. No one is in the room right now except the bouncer. O.K., here goes nothing. I start to remove the blouse. This is too much, I can't do this. Miranda: God this is fun. Every time I walk around my boobs jiggle. Guys are in awe at this place, they just get to stare and stare at hundreds of bare tits. I stare at them too, one of the benefits of being bi-sexual! There are all different types of women here; blondes, brunettes, and red-heads, of course! Some girls have small breasts, some have medium sized ones, some have huge knockers. Lots of guy's chests too look at too, some are hairy, some have no chest hair, some have beer bellys, some have six-pack abs. Wow, this is like a buffet of topless skin. In the restroom they dispense baby oil from a machine. I wonder why, and then I see a cute girl with long dark hair pump some oil into her hands and slather it all over her chest and arms. She has a great tan, and the oil makes her body glisten. God, she looks so hot! I copy her, and slather the oil all over my tits and arms too. I go to the dance floor for the first time that night. Darlene: I start to button the blouse back up. Then I stop. I'm so indecisive! Fuck FUCK FUCK...I can't get up the nerve to do this for real. Without thinking, I take the blouse all the way off and give it to the shirt checker. She is topless, a short brunette with short hair. I start to go in the front door, and the bouncer says the bra has to come off too. I turn beet red. I turn around, and ask the checker for my shirt back. "Come on, hon, just go in, you'll have fun. Lots of girls back out, but I tell you, what's the big deal? Are you a local?" I tell her no. I ask her why she asked that. "Because as long as you are not from around here, who's gonna know? Just do it, you'll have a good time, I promise." I feel totally on the spot. O.K., breathe deep, Darlene. You can do this, its just skin, no big deal. It's easy for a total slut like Miranda, but I still find this nerve-wracking. O.K. 1-2-3. I whip of my bra without thinking about it and hand it to the checker. "Atta girl!" she praises me. My breasts are free now. I always feel awkward, they are way too big, I barely even wear bikinis ever. Now everyone in the world is going to stare at them Maybe guys here are polite and won't stare. I take another deep breath and walk into the main door. I almost faint, there are HUNDREDS of people here. More guys than girls it seems, but the ratio looks pretty even. Jesus, what am I doing? I walk up to the bar. I am so embarrassed. I sit down at a stool and cross my arms over my chest and order a Corona. Miranda: I am dancing with a guy to some hyper up-beat dance tune. Then all of a sudden the DJ puts on a slow tune, All out of Love by Air Supply. The guy I was dancing with puts his arms around me and starts to dance slowly. What the hell? I didn't expect this, this is like fucking high school prom with no shirts! Oh well, go with the flow. Actually it feels kind of nice. His chest presses against my boobs, and he puts his arms around my bare back. The oil on my naked chest makes our bodies rub together in a nice slippery way. I don't want to lead him on though, so after the song I excuse myself to go to the bar and get another Long Island. Well well well, what do we have here? Darlene is sitting at the bar with her arms crossed over her tits, and she is as red as a tomato! Darlene: Miranda sits down next to me with a big smirk on her face. "I can't believe you made me do this." I tell her. "Made you?" she says. "Well what else was I supposed to do?" I ask. "Take your arms off your chest and relax like everyone else. You can't drink your beer like that!" She had a point. I had to move my arms to drink a beer. I take a sip, and everyone can see my left breast. A guy sits down on the other stool next to me. I finish my beer. Ah hell, this isn't so bad. I walk around with Miranda a bit. I was totally wrong about guys not staring, they look right at my chest. It takes me awhile to get used to this, but like the checker said, no one here knows me. I slowly get used to it. By 2:30 A.M., Miranda finally dragged me to the dance floor. My breasts jiggle while I dance. This is so strange. I still feel weird, but it is actually fun, I can't believe it. Then the DJ plays a slow tune. "These Dreams" by Heart. Miranda puts her arms around me and we dance close. I don't have a problem with girls dancing, and I'm not homo-phobic, but I know Miranda is Bi, and doing this topless feels kind of awkward with her. She can tell, and she says "Don't worry, I'm not trying to seduce you. We'll find you a guy with a big hard cock tonight!" We dance the night away, and have lots of drinks. Men stare at my chest all night, but I don't care anymore. I never hook-up that night, but I have a blast, and feel more uninhibited now. We go home and collapse at 4:30 in the morning. What a vacation! Off The Track Katie was quite a keen hiker. She loved getting up into the mountains, hiking up the trails, visiting lookout points, meeting with other hikers, male and female. Give her a nice day on the weekend and she would head off to the hills, hiking. On this fine sunny Saturday, Katie was trekking along a path to a well-known lookout site. As it was a relatively straightforward hike she had chosen to wear a sundress rather than her more normal shorts and top. She also had a new pair of sneakers, supposedly designed for hikers. They were a little on the large size, but very comfortable, providing a good grip and strong ankle support. As the trail she was on was a reasonably busy one, Katie hadn't bothered about joining up with any of the groups. She was quite content to do it alone, striding along and enjoying the scenery. If she did run into any problems all she would have to do was wait, and someone would be along. Halfway up the trail Katie suddenly found that some problems that couldn't be solved by sitting and waiting for someone to come. She'd known that she should have visited the bathroom before setting off, but it had slipped her mind. Now, of all places, she was getting an urgent reminder. She sighed. There was no way she was going to be able to wait until she got to the top and the facilities there. She'd have to nip behind a bush. Not that there were many bushes around, she realised, lots of trees, but not many bushes as such. She'd have to go just a little deeper into the wood than she had wanted. Katie slipped through the trees until she was satisfied she wouldn't be spotted from the trail once she bobbed down. Turning to face the road to ensure that she didn't lose her direction, she quickly relieved herself, stood and adjusted her clothes and then headed back towards the trail. Part way back Katie found herself stepping on something that skidded out from under her, setting her on her backside. She winced as her bottom bounced on the firm ground, then braced her hands on the ground and tried to stand up. And couldn't. Frowning, Katie looked at where her leg seemed to vanish under a fallen tree. It didn't feel hurt and she found she could move it around, but she couldn't pull it out from under the tree. It was jammed somehow. What's more, sitting behind the tree she was probably hidden from the trail. Tests proved that the tree was too much for her to move, her foot wouldn't come free and she was stuck. She yelled and listened, hearing no reply. Not panicking, Katie waited patiently. She was close enough to the trail that she would be able to hear when people approached, so they would probably hear her when she yelled for help. Katie waited and listened, every so often giving out a hopeful yell, wondering where all the people were who normally took this trail. The greedy pigs were probably all gathered around picnic baskets feeding their faces instead of attending to their hiking, she decided. She gave another yell and settled down to wait some more. "And what would be your problem, little lady?" a voice asked her, and twisting around Katie saw a man strolling through the trees towards her. A local, not a hiker, she decided, as he hadn't come from the trail. She smiled. "Hi," she said. "My foot is stuck. It's not hurt as far as I can tell, but it is well and truly stuck." "Well, in that case, why don't I have a look and see what I can do? I'm Pete by the way." "Katie," she replied with a smile, watching Pete step lightly over the tree to check her foot. "Try to pull it out," called Pete, and watched while Katie wriggled and pulled. "OK. That's enough," he said. Katie saw Pete crouch down and she could feel him doing something with her shoe. Then he gave a tug and she felt her sneaker come off. "And one more try," said Pete, and Katie found her foot pulling out from under the tree, while Pete stepped back over it to join her, carrying her sneaker. "The sneaker slipped through the space toe first easily enough, but couldn't come back in reverse. You're fine now," Pete told her, grinning. Still smiling, Pete leaned over her and flicked the bottom of Katie's sundress up out of his way, grabbed her panties and pulled them down her legs, her shoeless foot popping right out of them. Then his trousers were dropping and he was coming down on top of her. Katie gave a horrified squeal, trying to fend him off, but Peter just pushed her arms aside as he settled between her thighs, one hand holding her pussy steady while he roughly entered her. Katie was wriggling and squealing, trying to hit Pete, trying to pull out from under him, all to no avail. He had found his entry and continued to push roughly into her, not making any allowances for how she was feeling about it. With a final lunge, he drove firmly home. Katie was shocked and horrified. Looking at herself she could see her fists beating on his back while her long naked legs were waving in the, kicking wildly, her panties flying like a flag around her single booted ankle. And Pete's cock buried inside her. What was even worse, Katie found, was that she was finding this rough handling of her intoxicating. She was helpless and he was taking her as though by right, and it was exciting. She could feel dampness and heat exploding out of her pussy, while lust was rolling over her eagerly. Knowing she should, Katie struggled beneath Pete, but it was a losing battle as she was fighting both Pete and her own arousal. Even as she wriggled, she could feel her legs closing around Pete, and her hands had gone from hammering to clutching. Pete, meanwhile, hadn't even seemed to notice either her initial resistance or her capitulation. He just continued to take his pleasure of her, thrusting into her, careless of her participation. Katie felt him pause for a moment, but saw he wasn't looking at her, or at least, not her face. Pete had switched his attention to her breasts and was now pushing her sundress higher, roughly dragging her bra over her breasts and seizing them, mauling her. Now that his hands had found their toys, Pete started pounding her pussy again, and Katie found herself responding eagerly. This was no gentle loving but a ruthless possession, mastery assumed and demonstrated, and Katie was loving it, her whole body burning with excitement. Katie was quite frankly amazed to observe herself squealing with pleasure and clinging to this man who had just seized her and started using her. If any of her boyfriends had tried to be this domineering she'd have shown them the door. "Oh, yes?" said a little voice. "Why don't you see if you can goad one of them into ravishing you like this and see what it's like. It could be interesting." Shutting the little voice away (for later consideration) Katie writhed against Pete, trying to satisfy his ruthless demands. It was plain he wasn't worried if she was handling him, but her feminine pride insisted that she show him she could take everything he dished out and match it. Katie could tell that Pete was coming towards his climax. He was grunting with effort, slamming into her harder than ever while his paws were mauling her breasts. She was quite sure that she'd have bruises on both breasts and pussy before this was over, but her body was insisting it was worth it. Heaving frantically against him as he thundered home into her, Katie squealed loudly as her own climax smashed through her. The pair of them frantically pounded against each other, relishing the contact, eagerly accepting their climaxes, neither worried about the other. Pete rose, nodded to Katie, and headed back into the woods, doing up his trousers as he went. Katie slowly sat up and straightened her clothes, deciding to sit and wait for a few minutes before continuing on back to the trail and the hike to the lookout. She needed a few moments before she could stand without her legs trembling. Later, as she hiked towards lookout point, she found herself being distracted. What would it be like, she wondered, if a boyfriend just grabbed her and ravished her like that? And how could she find out?