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By *adyJayne OP Woman
over a year ago
Burnleyish (She/They) |
This is in parts but please be kind to me as this is the first story I've posted here.
I take a final look over the room and then at myself in the mirror. I am happy with how I look, gorgeous but very simple black silk underwear, emphasising my cleavage. A deep suspender belt with contrast seamed stockings and high peep toe shoes. The final touch is a pair of tie sided panties. I adjust my hair and reapply my lipstick, before reaching into the wardrobe for my last item of clothing, I slip the dress over my shoulders and then tie the belt at my waist, that is all that holds the dress to my body, the aim of tonight is to have everything oh so teasingly within a moments grasp.
I take a final sip of my drink to calm my nerves and head out of the room down to reception. Our timing is as always pretty impeccable as I arrive as you are walking through the door. You look as nervous and I feel, but you smile and nod in appreciation as I walk towards you. The dress was obviously the right choice.
You take me into your arms as I approach and your eyes flash with excitement as your fingers brush over the tell tale bumps of my suspender belt. You kiss me gently, not wanting to smudge my lipstick (although I am sure that will come much later). I hand you the key card for the room so you can head up and get ready.
I head to the bar and find a nice quiet table, tucked away in the corner but with a good view of the incoming door. I order two glasses of wine and take a couple of small sips before I see her at the door. She looks like she is about to walk into the Lions den, her nerves are palpable and as she catches my eye she drops her gaze to the floor and I smile a very satisfied smile knowing that is the first good sign of tonight going very well indeed.
She takes her place quietly at the table and I pass her the wine. She is so nervous that she downs almost the whole glass and I make a note to keep an eye on her alcohol intake, a little tipsy will be fun, d*unk would ruin all our plans totally.
We talk for a few minutes and she slowly loosens up, we've spent weeks choosing the right girl, building up a relationship online, lots of conversation and we have plenty of things in common. I breathe a sigh of relief and send you a discrete message.
“She is here and pretty much everything we are hoping for. I suggest you get down here pretty quickly before you don't get a look in “
I know that will get your attention and that it will probably only take you a couple of moments to head out the door. I keep an eye on the lift and as I see you head out I take her face in my hands. You approach the door of the bar just in time to see your girlfriend leaning across a table, her hand sliding into long auburn hair, pulling a petite, pale skinned girl towards her for the first gentle kiss of the night.
You head towards the table and my eyes flick down to your crotch, hoping that you can keep yourself contained, at least until we get to the restaurant. You take my hand and escort us to the lobby. So far not a word has been spoken between the three of us and the silence is only broken as we get into a cab and give the address.
I take that as my cue to start the introductions, you are sat in the middle with myself and our guest either side of you.
“Amy” I say as I lean across you to kiss her, “please meet The Doctor” I guide her mouth towards you and your introduction is also your first kiss. As she breaks away I replace her lips with mine and kiss you with a hunger you know very well.
We spend the short taxi ride gently swapping kisses and conversation, each of us becoming more relaxed as we approach the restaurant.
We arrive on time for our booking and we are shown straight to our table. The setting is perfect, a booth in the far corner, the table dressed with a floor length table cloth. Everything about this evening has been very carefully thought about and chosen, although each place and scenario have several possible outcomes.
The thought behind the meal is to tease and arouse, to get us ready for the rest of the night ahead and make sure that we are all a hundred percent happy about what is going to be going on.
We had already decided what we would order and I had discussed with Amy what was going to happen. We were, at least for the moment, ladies in public. Allowing you to open doors, hold out our chairs and order for us.
We talk and flirt while we wait for our food, your hands slowly running up each of our thighs pushing each of our dresses up higher so that by the time our food is approaching both of us have visible stocking tops and at the right angle you can see both of our slightly damp panties.
You cover our modesty by placing the napkins in our laps before the waiter approaches and there is an almost audible sigh from Amy, apparently a little bit of embarrassment is fine by her. I whisper as such into your ear and let you know that means I have a plan for later.
The meal continues must the same way, little bits of flirting and touching, not enough to draw attention to ourselves, but enough to tease each other. Once we have finished we head to the restaurant bar area and you order a bottle of champagne.
Knowing she is more open to being made a show of then we initially thought she sits in-between the two of us, and while we sip our champagne our hands roam over her body, up her things, exposing her stocking tops on occasion.
There is a a couple sat across from us in the bar, the girlfriend has his back to us and he is most certainly enjoying the view. I lean across to you and kiss you, whispering in your ear as I point out his attention. He is looking at the three of us with downright jealousy and lust and I smile at you, knowing that not only is that going to boost your ego, but that it makes us both happy, that we get to enjoy things like this.
Looking around there is no-one else that can see so I inch her thighs apart so that he can see right up her dress to her now dripping wet panties. I look at you and smile as your finger moves them to one side and slides into her wetness. I can hear his gulp from the other side of the room and I pray he doesn't alert his girlfriend to what is going on behind her. I look at you as you bring your finger to my lips and I lick and suck your finger clean.
We realise that it's time to head off as we want so much more then a bit of flirting and teasing. We stand up and all three of us exchange kisses and head to the door. As we walk past the couples table I hear him mutter “lucky bastard” and I smile. He has no idea of just how true that is with what we have planned for the rest of the night.
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