Part 3 – Introduction

You had not set out any clothes and realise that I must have placed some there before I joined you in the shower.

You walk over to the chair and examine the outfit which I want you to wear.

There on the chair I have laid out a new set of black lingerie comprising a very sheer black bra, a matching thong, a matching suspender belt and a new pair of black, lace topped stockings. Next to the underwear I have laid out your favourite little black dress. Your pair of black heels had been placed at the foot of the bed.

You look across and raise an eyebrow, then you return the smile I beam towards you.

“Back in a moment” you say.

You return to the bathroom where you quickly but carefully apply a little make-up and arrange your hair.

When you return to the bedroom, you begin to put on the clothing. You start with the black lace suspender belt, fastening it at the waist, and turning it around your body. You pick up the sheer black stockings, sit on the edge of the chair and carefully roll each one up your legs and then fasten them to the belt. You then step into the black shoes with 4” heels.

You turn to face me and the huge grin on my face lets you know I approve.

You pick up the bra which has ultra sheer cups and lace details which match the belt, and put it on fastening with the clip at the front. You then pick up the matching thong panties which have a very sheer patch of material at the front, making them almost completely see through, and which would offer anyone who might see them a very good view of your pussy.

Once you have put on the complete set of underwear, you look at yourself in the full length mirror. You smile at your reflection pleased with how good you look.

You pick up the dress and step into it. It is mid-calf in length and shows off your stocking covered legs to full effect.

You look at the completed outfit in the mirror and you like what you see. You look over to me as I pull up my trousers and fasten my belt. You watch me put on my long sleeved shirt and button it, before attaching the silver cuff-links. Finally, you see me pull on black socks and black laced shoes and stand ready before you.

You lean towards me and kiss my cheek softly.

“Ok, Anna” I say. “Shall we go?”

We leave the apartment, climb into the waiting taxi and head into town.


Part 3

It is now 8pm. You are sat on a bar stool in the newly opened wine bar near the centre of town. You are half way through your first large white wine of the evening. You are relaxed and smiling. The bar is about half full. There are those who have popped in for a couple of drinks after work, mostly small groups of men, and those who have just arrived for an evening out, some couples and some small groups.

You smile as you catch your reflection in the large mirror opposite the bar. You are remembering getting ready to go out that evening, and the hot sex you have enjoyed already today.

Now, in the bar you are enjoying the glances and looks you are receiving from the men in there. Most glance quickly and look away, hoping you have not caught them looking, others are looking and hoping to catch your eye, maybe hoping that you are with your brother and not your lover.

You take another sip of your wine and look at me. I am sat on the stool next to you. “Same again?” I say, pointing at your wine glass. You nod and flash me a smile.

The waitress walks over and takes the drinks order. You notice that she gives you a knowing smile. She has seen the attention you have been getting from male customers. She brings the drinks over and goes to serve someone else.

You feel my hand on your knee. A shiver runs up your spine as I lean in and my hand slides a little further up onto your thigh. “Shall we get more comfortable” I say and nod towards a table towards the back of the bar. You smile and slide off your stool. Your dress catches as you dismount, rising up to reveal your stocking clad thighs, not only to me but to a few onlookers also. You don’t rush to adjust your clothing, you are enjoying the attention. You are not sure whether it is the attention you are getting or the wine, but you feel a familiar warmth between your legs and you know that your panties will soon be moistened by the juices you can already feel beginning to build up inside your pussy.

You take hold of your wine glass and follow as I lead you by the hand to the quiet table at the back of the room. The table has a bench seat facing outwards. We sit together facing the room. Nobody is now paying us much attention. Everybody has returned to their conversations. Only one or two men who were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of your lace stocking tops look over now and again. They obviously liked what they saw and they are hoping to see some more.

I am sat to your right. You feel my left hand rest lightly on your right thigh. I give a gentle squeeze before sliding my hand higher up your leg raising the hem of your dress and revealing more of your stocking clad legs to the onlookers. I lean towards you and whisper in your ear “Are you ready to have some fun, Anna?”

I lean closer and kiss your lips. You respond and kiss back. You feel my hand rise further up your thigh and you instinctively part your knees a little. The kiss is passionate and your body responds. You sense your chest flush and your pulse quicken. You feel my hand reach your stocking top and my little finger touch the bare flesh of your upper thigh beneath your dress. You part your knees a little further and my hand slides between your soft thighs. My little finger touches the thin material of your panties which is now wet with the juice from your pussy.

We break off the kiss to look around. We have not attracted too much attention. A couple of men are glancing over. One is directly opposite us and he obviously has a good view under the table. Your dress is now high on your thighs revealing both lace stocking tops. Your knees are still slightly parted with my left hand resting between your thighs. I slide my hand down to your right knee and pull it towards me, opening your legs even wider. Now that my hand is not in the way the man opposite has an uninterrupted view of your tiny soaked panties. The thin material is almost transparent. He smiles broadly at the sight presented to him.

I lean over and whisper “Take them off”.

You begin to rise imagining that you will head to the ladies toilets, remove the panties and return. You feel my hand on your shoulder and I whisper “No. Take them off here.”

You sit back and take in a breath. You look around. The man opposite is now very interested in what is happening and what might happen next. He is no longer interested in his mates’ conversation. He sips on his pint and smiles at you. You look towards me. I kiss you on your lips and whisper “In your own time…….”

You take a sip of your wine and lean back in the bench seat. You put your hands under the table and place them on either side of your outer thighs. You check to see who is watching. The man opposite is still paying attention. There is another man who has glanced over several times but he is not able to see beneath the table from his position in the room. You move your hands higher up your legs, lean forward a little and then lift your bottom up off the seat slightly which allows the hem of your dress to be pushed up and under you. You sit back down and lean back in the seat.

Your hands are now at your sides. You manoeuvre yourself so you can hook your thumbs into the waist band of your panties and begin to slide them from under your bottom. When the tiny piece of material has cleared your bottom you return your hands to the table let out a deep breath and lean forward to take another sip of your wine. You look at the man opposite. He is smiling broadly and staring at your legs beneath the table. You can feel the flush of excitement and trepidation flood over you, your chest and cheeks give off a crimson glow. You look at me for reassurance and my smile tells you to continue.

Your hands return to your sides and you begin to slide your panties down your thighs. They have now appeared from under your dress and can clearly be seen by the man opposite you.