Dinner out...
A naughty encounter over lunch
After several weeks of online teasing, we finally agreed to meet for dinner at a restaurant near her flat. I’d made clear what I expected her to wear, which included silky stockings and no panties, a dress/skirt with easy access to her legs/pussy and lots of red nail polish/lipstick. "It sounds like you want me to look like a tart," she had suggested. "I do," was my response. A classy, upmarket lady of the night look will...