We are heading out for dinner for my birthday, you have told me to dress up because we are going to a nice restaurant; you have on a knee-length skirt that is split up the side of the thigh, when you walk it opens just enough to allow a glimpse of the top of your thigh high hose, with your high heels, it shows off your long legs very well. You’re wearing a blouse that has a vee neckline that shows a lot more cleavage than you normally ever show. I can see your breasts are being pushed up and together by a bra that has just a hint of lace at the top.
We go to Manervas. They are busy. So we go into the bar to wait and have a drink, the bar is busy too; we look for a table but almost everything is full. We see a lady sitting in the corner by herself, she makes eye contact with us, then motions to the empty chairs to suggest that we join her. So, we walk over, thank her for the offer and sit down. She is in about her early to mid-thirties, pretty but not gorgeous; she is dressed like a businesswoman, wearing slacks with heels, a white shirt with a dark blazer. The outfit is tailored and shows her curves without being overtly sexy.
We introduce ourselves and find out that she is in town on business; we talk about the area, talk about the work she does, basic small talk. She has a steady stream of jokes to tell. After about 15 minutes, the hostess calls her name, her table is ready.
She said, “I would rather not eat alone, would you two join me at my table?”
You reply, “Sure, why not?”
Over dinner, we find out that she is staying at the hotel. You ask, “Do you enjoy all the travel and staying in hotels all the time?”
She replies, “It is okay, but can be lonely at times.”
Somewhere during the meal, it comes out that it is my birthday, so she insists on paying for our meal. When the bill is paid. She says, “I am having a wonderful time, would you like to join me for a drink in my room?”
Before I can respond, you tell her, “Yes, we would love to.”
Now I start to think that is strange that you would agree to that so quickly, but I go along with the idea anyway, how I could refuse going to a hotel room with two beautiful women?
We get to her room, she opens the door and leads us inside; it’s a typical room with a king-size bed, a desk and a small couch beside a coffee table.
I notice her suitcase as we walk in, it is open on the stand; I can see all her clothes folded neatly, but what catches my eye is her panties are in plain sight. There is a blue pair on top that is a string bikini with a lace front, most likely silk, very sexy. You catch me looking at them and smile slightly, I can't help but wonder how they would look on you.
She stops and takes her blazer off and hangs it up, her white button-up blouse is form-fitting and shows large, nicely shaped breasts that the blazer was hiding; she then moves to the refrigerator, opens it and bends at the waist to get some sodas out to mix our drinks. We get a nice look at her ass, the tailored slacks are form-fitting too, and don’t hide the heart shape of her tight ass. I can’t see any panty lines, I wonder if she is wearing a thong or not wearing any at all; my flaccid penis begins to take notice too, quickly hardening to full strength.
I notice that you are checking her out too, not even attempting to hide how you're staring; now I start to get a really suspicious as to how the evening has progressed as your nipples become visible beneath your shear blouse. The thought of seeing you checking out another woman, and visibly responding with arousal causes my hard cock to twitch and throb.
I offer to take over making the drinks; while I am making them, she comments to you, "That's a great skirt. It shows off those incredible, long legs of yours beautifully!"
Your cheeks blush some, but say, “Thank you.”
“Can I see who makes the skirt?” She asks.
You chuckle and tell her, “Yes, it’s okay.” She lays her hand on your waist and turns you around, turning the waistband down to find the tag. She can’t find it right away and turns you around again with her hand still on your waist. Without a word she opens the clasp on the side and unzips the skirt so she can see the tag, the opening reveals that you are wearing a garter belt.
She smiles and says, “I have the same skirt.” Smiles up at you and mentions softly, “I wear mine with a garter belt too.”
That makes you blush again, you take a small step away from her, which forces her to let go of your waistband.
I see the skirt fall to the floor before you can do anything to stop it; now I can see your garter and thigh highs hose without obstruction. I see you are wearing a pair of blue panties that look just like the pair in her suitcase. The set-up I am suspicious of is confirmed.
You don’t make any effort to bend and pull up the skirt, you gracefully turn and take another step further away from her and step out of it completely. As you turn towards me you begin to lift your blouse up over your head and reveal a matching lace and silk bra, your look is incredibly sexy. My cock is pumping out pre-cum with every pounding heartbeat, soaking my underwear and the front of my slacks.