Shown off in Piccadilly (Manchester, UK)

Lisa and Tom were my FWB couple; we are currently on a break due to their pregnancy. They are also swingers and have had relations with 4 other couples as well as little me. Lisa was the dominant of our three and she loves showing me off; I have been an uninvited guest / gate crasher to a wedding where she had me dress slutty and flirt with the male part of the wedding party. Another time she invited me to a swingers party with her group. This is a record of that event.

I was sat in a coffee shop, in Manchester, just outside Piccadilly Station and not far from an Aparthotel where Lisa and Tom were meeting their swingers group. I was the special guest.

Lisa had told me to dress nice but to be slutty looking too and with clothes that leave little to the imagination. My interpretation of that was a skin tight little dress, a brown number with a ribbed and stretchy fabric, (that comes to half way down my thighs, when pulled fully down, again and again), black, knee high stiletto boots, and a big Paddington coat. I had even put make-up on which I don’t really do, normally. Yes, so just 4 pieces of clothing, so no knickers and no bra. The weather in Manchester was shit, as usual, raining, windy and cold.

I was sat having a coffee, on a window stool waiting Lisa’s next text. I was cold, nervous and expectantly horny; I had already masturbated before leaving home, under her texted direction, with the further guidance not to clean myself up afterwards. Yes, if I sniffed them, I would smell my sex still on my fingers.

God, I was horny and the thoughts of what was to come was tantalising. I had met Lisa swinging friends, briefly, before at a social gathering and they knew I was fucking her and her Husband, Tom. Lisa was very proud of me, I was her “little doll” and she wanted to share me with them, not physically, yet, (her words), but visually and live. Basically, she had told me she was going to undress me in front of 8 virtual strangers and let me be the naked hostess while her friends all fuck; she knows I get really horny by the thought of strangers seeing me naked…also, I am proud of my body too but I can be really quite shy with new people, at first.

My phone pinged. “Hope your coffee is nice, your nipples are hard and that pussy is wet. Please come to the hotel now, the guys will meet you in the reception”. I finished my coffee, slid off the stool, fixed my dress, (pulled it down, again), buttoned by coat, put my hood up and headed to the hotel.

The hotel was down and up the road from the Cafe and is an old converted rail warehouse. The rain and wind were still playing but not as bad as when I had left home an hour ago.