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Date Night! David has invited me out to meet a few of his friends and has strongly suggested I dress to put on a show for them, heels, stockings, the whole sexy tart look. He had invited me to his place but, being cautious I had opted to book myself a room in a Premier Inn fairly close to the City Centre. I'd told him I would meet him at the pub he had mentioned. He said he wanted to introduce me to a couple of his friends and to enact one of the fantasies we had both talked about. So, booked in, up to the room, long hot shower and time to decide on the outfit. Sheer black Gio stockings, fully fashioned, sleek and slippery on my legs, seams straight up the back of my thighs, love wearing them, love the feel, love the reactions I get. Clipped on to a six strap deep waisted lycra suspender belt, chrome clips holding the stockings firmly and the wide lycra belt helping to flatten my tummy just a little. I had been for my bikini wax the week before so was lovely and smooth, I toyed with the idea of wearing knickers or a thong, but then decided that commando would give me more of a feeling of vulnerability and hence a buzz. A brand-new black satin half cup bra, straight out of the wrapping it came in, three heavy hooks holding it together behind me, the straps stretching a little as I plump my heavy breasts into it, the nipples just peeking out over the top. I tighten the straps enough to keep my boobs lifted and pert. The silky black chiffon blouse to go over the top, almost see through, very translucent, lovely puffy full-length sleeves, buttoned at my wrists, little silver buttons all the way up the front, pulling it tight across my breasts as I button it up to the collar. Then the bright red latex mini skirt, purposely bought two sizes too small. I slide it up over my nylon covered legs, loving the feel as it slides up to my thighs. Pulling it and rolling it slightly I get it in place then unroll the top trapping the bottom of the blouse between the tight latex and my belly. Gods it’s tight, and the suspender straps are glaringly obvious through the thin latex. I smooth it down with my palms and look in the mirror. Oh my, it’s maybe a little too tight and stretched so thin, there’s certainly no VPL and it’s obvious I have no panties on. I wonder if I should, but no, that decision was already made. I twirl and check myself from all angles, not bad, worth a second glance from any red-blooded male, though my bum really does look big in it! I sit at the dressing table and do my make up. He's requested that it's fairly heavy, so lightly rouged cheeks, dark smoky eye shadow and liner, dark red lips and gloss. I had repainted my<b> nails </font></b>earlier in a dark red nail gloss to match my lips, and I have to say the match is very good, thank you Maybelline! Now the boots, my pride and joy. 6" heels, shiny black patent leather, thigh high, they cost me a fortune. I sit on the bed and pull the first one on, sliding it up my leg until it’s just below the stocking top. Reaching down I pull the zip up, feeling my leg gradually being squeezed all round as the boot grips first my calf and then my thigh. The other boot goes on and I lever myself to my feet. I love them, I struggle to walk sensibly in them, and I have to concentrate or I'll sprain my damn ankle, but I love wearing them, they make me feel soooo damn horny! Now, the silver ankle chain, with the little padlock on it, goes around my left ankle. With that done I slip on the dainty little wrist length black lace gloves and I'm nearly ready. Nervous doesn’t begin to describe the way I'm feeling. This is something we have been planning for a while and it could go horribly wrong, I could end up arrested or worse if I'm not careful, but I trust him, he seems to understand me and he has promised I will be safe. We have talked about this for so long, the feeling is there, it’s going to happen, tonight. I slip on the black plastic mac I bought earlier today, it only comes down to just below the tops of my boots, but it covers some of my modesty (very 60/70’s). I also love the way it crinkles against me as I move, I tighten the little belt and check myself again – Wow! Fetish , from heels to hair. Feeling the urge I’m tempted, should I stop and play now, I'm soo horny, but no, that would spoil the fun (but I'm sooooo horny!). Sighing, I grab my little clutch bag and check its’ contents, spare lipstick, a couple of £20's just in case, two packs of condoms (hey, you never know!) and my phone. I swallow hard, open the room door and shut it, dropping the key card into my bag and looping the strap over my shoulder. I ride down in the lift and pass through reception as quickly as I can, don’t want to get thrown out for running a business from a hotel room! Walking down the street is an interesting feeling, I have to be very aware of my footing in these heels and I’m also very aware of my body under the very thin clothes, I can feel the straps of the suspender belt moving against me as I walk, and my nipples are hard from the chafing of the blouse on them. Dave is waiting for me outside the pub, and he is very complimentary about my boots “Real come-fuck-me boots!” he says as we walk in and up to the bar. He buys me a G&T and suggests we go over to one of the booths. He picks one near the back corner and we go over and settle in. “You look gorgeous” he says, “I wasn’t quite expecting you to go quite so full on, but I love it and the lads will too, I’m sure”. I ask who is coming and he says that they are two guys he has known for a long time, Stan and Alex, both “lads about town” so to speak, like a drink, like a laugh, like to whistle at the girls. He says he’s called their bluff a bit after he’d told them about me, bragged he could get me to show myself off a bit for them and they were both a bit “yeah bollocks Dave” so he’s hoping I’ll be able to surprise them. After half an hour or so and another G&T I’m relaxing a bit when the two guys turn up. Stan comes and sits with us, and Alex goes to the bar, Dave calls across for another pint for himself and another drink for me. When Alex comes over with the drinks he slides in on the other side of Dave and introductions are made. I thank Alex and sip my drink, ooh now that’s definitely a double! We chat a little about how Dave and I met and past escapades the three of them have had and I’m getting a bit warm and a little bit giggly. Dave notices and squeezes my thigh and says “Why don’t you take the coat off now and show the lads your outfit?”. I do giggle then and ask Stan if he can slide out of the booth to let me stand up. He does so and I slide out, stand up and slowly open the mac, slipping it down off my shoulders and folding it onto the back of the booth seats. “Fuck me!” says Stan, while Alex is just staring. I give them a quick twirl then go to sit again but Dave says “Oh while you’re up, go get the next round in” and he passes me a pair of £20’s. I swallow a bit but head off to the bar. The barman gives me a bit of a look but serves up the drinks, he passes me my glass and says he will bring the others over to the table. I thank him and turn from the bar, feeling like every eye in the place is staring right at me. Focusing fiercely on not tripping over my heels on my way back I don’t notice until I’ve slid into the booth that I’m now in between Stan and Alex and Dave has moved around to the end of the booth. The barman brings over the lads pints and puts them on the table, as he’s about to leave Dave asks him for another G&T for me. He looks at me and says “Everything alright Miss?” and I say “Yes thanks, we’re all friends here, no issues”. He nods and comes back shortly with another drink. I’m feeling very warm by this time and leaning back on the booth seat I sip my drink. Dave says “So what do you think of her outfit then guys? She chose it herself you know”. Alex says “It’s stunning” while Stan mutters “It looks like she charges”. Dave laughs and replies “No, she doesn’t charge, she does this for kicks, she loves being looked at and occasionally getting a quick touch-up for her efforts, it’s just her thing, isn’t it love?”. For answer I lean back in the seat, smoothing down the hem of the latex skirt and ensuring the sheer blouse is pulled tight across my nipples, “I do like to be looked at . . . “ I purr. Alex grins like a Cheshire cat and Stan takes another quick drink before asking “And the touching?”. I smile and say “And the touching especially” before I reach over and take his hand, placing it on the top of my thigh boot and smoothing it down so his fingers can feel the slipperiness of the sheer stockings. He looks me in the eye and grips my thigh, stroking his fingertips along the sheer nylon. “Alex?” I murmur, as I lean back slightly more, moving my breasts suggestively towards him. I can see him swallow as he looks towards Dave, who nods “Go on, she loves it” with this approval his hand comes up to cup my left breast through the thin blouse, his hand feels hot, and I can feel his fingers moving over the silky material. He cups me and squeezes gently as I press against him, feeling Stan’s hand slip under my skirt to my stocking top. I groan slightly as Dave gets up “I’ll get another drink in” he says and moves away, leaving me with his two horny mates running their hands over my body. Stan is stoking the soft skin of my inner thigh now and watching as Alex squeezes my left boob rhythmically with his right hand. I sigh a little and open my legs just a little more, encouraging Stan. Dave returns with another drink for me and a worried looking barman. “Miss, I’m sorry but I have to ask you if you are ok or if you want me to call you a taxi or anything?” he says to me. I look at him and smile, “I’m ok, I really appreciate your asking, but I promise you I got into this of my own free will and I’m enjoying the attention. Really, I’m fine with it, I enjoy it”. He nods and says, “Ok then, I had to check, you know, these days, I’ll leave you to it, but you only have to wave”. He turns away and Dave chuckles, “That was your get out chance, good of him to ask though”. “Oh yes, he’s nice, but now I’m at your mercy guys”. Dave sits on the outside of the booth again, obscuring the view of what’s going on from the rest of the pub, and pushes Alex a bit tighter up against me “Go on, boy, she loves it” he growls. With Alex now using two hands to squeeze my boobs I slide my hips forward a bit, opening my legs a little more to encourage Stan, he doesn’t need a lot and his fingers meet my smoothly waxed abdomen. “Fuck, she isn’t even wearing knickers!” he says, a bit too loudly for my liking, Dave adding “She rarely does when she’s out on the town”. I gasp as Stans fingers graze my lips, up and down, sending little shocks through me. Alex is getting into his stride now and pinches one hard nipple between his fingers, bringing another gasp and a moan from me. I down my drink and put one hand on each of their legs “don’t stop, please” I gasp out as my other nipple feels Alex’s fingers clamp down, holding it, pulling gently. My hips buck as two of Stans fingers probe between my lips “Bitch is wet as fuck!” he says as he slips them further into me. I push against him and gasp again as Dave reaches across to my other nipple and gives it a very hard pinch “Her weak spot, she loves them pinched” he says to Alex, just as the barman turns up with another drink. “On the house” he says ”Better than Karaoke any night!” he grins and walks off. Stan slips his fingers out of me and dips them in the glass, lifting them to my mouth and saying, “Suck for Daddy, Bitch”. I slide my lips down his wet fingers, tasting the gin, ooh strong again, and a slicker mustier taste, I decide I make a good mixer. “Oh she likes that, have another drink love”. I take another gulp as Stan slips his two stiff fingers back inside me, driving them deep this time and working them open and closed, while his thumb presses down on my clit. As both my nipples are being pinched and pulled at the same time I arch my back on the seat and drive myself on to Stans fingers, moaning loudly. “Don’t let the bitch come, keep her on the edge so she’ll want more” Dave says, leaning across to slide three gin-soaked fingers into my mouth. I massage Stans cock through his jeans with one hand, feeling him hard and hot under the denim. My other hand pulls Alex’s head down, offering him my stiff nipple through the thin blouse and groaning again as he nips it between his teeth. My vison is swimming a little at this point but it does seem to me that there are more people gathered around this end of the bar than there were, I lean back and close my eyes as my body is played with, teased, tweaked, sucked and probed, my mouth licking alcohol and my own slick juices off of several sets of fingers as they continue to slide in and out of me. My left hand finds its way to Alex’s crotch and I massage him, hard, as I feel him react to me, throbbing against my palm. Stan continues to work my pussy, taking me to the edge before giving me his slick fingers to clean, he’s got four inside me now, knuckles deep, curling up to work relentlessly on my G spot until I’m nearly coming and then pulling them out quickly and pushing them deep in my mouth as I struggle to cope. Through all this my tits are being groped, pinched, pulled, twisted and generally treated like some kind of stress toys and I know, I just know that I can’t hold off an orgasm for much longer. Maybe, maybe I should wave at the barman, maybe I, ohh gods, maybe I need some water, (gulp) damn that’s not water,. That’s more gin! Ohh gods I’m going to come going to come going to commmme guys? Guys? GUYS! I’m going to, ohh gods, I’m going to . . . . . . = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Ohh my head, oh fucking hell my pounding head! Oh sweet jesus it hurts! The hangover from hell is here. Hmm I made it back to the hotel then, didn’t manage to take my boots off though lol, lying wrapped in the sheet with just my thigh boots on, good job housekeeping don’t come around until later! Ohhhh my head. Ah, there are my clothes, hung on the floor, all over the place, oh you lazy cow, gods how drunk was I? I stagger to the bathroom and splash water on my face, it doesn’t really help the headache but at least I can see a bit more clearly now. Wait, is that a condom on the bin? It bloody is! What the hell? And there’s an empty box on the side! I grab my phone off the side of the bed and see there are a couple of messages. One from Dave, sent a couple of hours ago. “Oh my sweet star, what a night you gave us! I hope you aren’t too hungover this morning, I do confess some of those drinks were a bit stronger than maybe they should have been. But I think you got what you wanted and we certainly did. Luckily the hotel address was on the key card in your bag, so we knew where to take you, even if you weren’t very coherent by then. I hope you can remember the highlights, but we have lots of photo’s if you can’t, we even took a couple on your phone. Hope you get some sleep and recuperate, see you soon, we have plans! XXX”. Oh my God! I quickly switch to my camera directory and nearly drop the phone, OH MY GOD! That’s the barman, and those are my boots! I don’t even know his damn name!  The other message reads “Hi, this is Gordo, your friendly neighbourhood barman. Just wanted to let you know, your drinks will ALWAYS be on the house in my pub, you are welcome any time! And thank you for a great night!” |
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You may like to know that I have since received texts from Stan, Alex and one other. Gordo texts me at least twice a day now, he's very sweet!
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