This is another true story about a beautiful woman I was dating around ten years ago.
For the benefit of this story, I shall refer to her as P. She's not to be confused with the other girl called P featured in my other stories, with whom I was in a relationship much earlier than the events of this story,
This P was a lovely young woman, very slim and slight in build, and with a gorgeous mane of blonde hair, with darker shades underneath. She was five feet three inches tall and had delicate slender arms, small tits, a gorgeous ass, and wonderful legs—attributes that often drew admiring looks from other men.
P, was passionate, sexually, and always keen to try new things, and we used to have a lot of fun experimenting together.
Back then, we both enjoyed the club scene, and were regulars at the weekend, visiting one particular nightclub that we both liked. ‘P’ loved dressing sexily; she had the figure for it, so she liked to show off a little and wear sexy outfits, always with high heels.
On the night of these events, we had decided to go out on a Saturday night, a meal, followed by a few drinks in a bar, then onto the nightclub.
P looked sensational and decided to wear these really small tight black shorts, from the ’Spank’ clothing brand. She teamed them with a black lace bra top, over which she wore a beautiful, handmade, Chiffon and lace ‘blouson’ style blouse, that was sheer and flowing. The shorts had the word ‘Spank’ on the back in silver, glittery lettering. The blouse had long sleeves, a deep V neck, and was longer than her tiny shorts. However, being totally sheer meant you could see her shorts and bra top clearly through the blouse. She looked gorgeous, her belly button piercing showing through the top, which just added to the look.
She had applied her makeup with her usual finesse, styled her gorgeously, long, blonde hair, and added some jewellery and a very high pair of dark, purple, suede high heels with ankle straps. She looked slender, feminine, and very sexy. She was at this time, well into her forties, yet she could have passed as thirty with ease. I took the photo of her, above, before we headed out for the evening.
Our meal was lovely, and, after some drinks in a bar, we ended up in the nightclub and were enjoying ourselves, dancing the night away. As the evening wore on, we both became more relaxed and no worse the wear for drinks but we were by no means drunk yet. ‘P’ came over to me and said she would buy the next couple of drinks. I told her I would wait by our high table to the side of the dance floor.
She had already reported to me, in a somewhat giggly state, that a few guys had tried to pick her up which was fairly normal for her.- however she had also told me that some had seen the logo on the back of her little black shorts. Several times earlier, she said guys had slapped her bum, upon seeing the logo. She wasn’t offended, though, and took it light-heartedly; perhaps the many drinks she had consumed earlier had helped to soften her mood.
As I watched her buying our drinks at the bar, this guy had moved next to her and was talking with her, I soon worked out that they knew each other, as the conversation looked friendly and jovial. I would say this guy was in his early fifties, age-wise, he was pretty normal looking, taller than P, but then, most people were, as she was so tiny.
I carried on watching them with interest. After several minutes, he had placed his arm around her waist and was speaking close, whispering into her right ear. I wasn’t concerned, as P was smiling and laughing with him, and, as I said, it was clear they knew each other. As this went on, I noticed his hand was dropping lower and was soon resting on her bum. I peered through the people dancing, and he was soon caressing her bum through the tiny black shorts.
She still seemed happy, though, and they were both chatting comfortably. He had moved in closer to her, and his hand was wandering over her bum, then back up to her waist. I thought, then, that I had seen him kiss her; it was brief, but due to the people dancing, I could not be certain. I continued watching as this unknown guy was now feeling her all over. Then I saw it, yes! He had kissed her, full on the mouth, but she had responded eagerly, as well, so I just kept my seat and watched to see what would happen next.
Soon, the guy had turned P around to face him, and he had both hands around her waist and was kissing her more deeply. I could see he was pressed against her, so she was squeezed hard against the bar top. I couldn’t believe my eyes as this older guy was locked into a passionate embrace with my girlfriend, and she was as into it, as was he.
As this erotic, little scene unfolded, he slowly moved one hand higher, then inside her Chiffon blouse, and was now feeling her tits through her black bra top. This went on for about five minutes, then suddenly they broke away slightly. P grabbed our drinks then she made her way over to me with this strange guy following.
P arrived at our table and introduced this guy to me. ‘This is Keith, we used to work at the same company, a few years ago,' she said.
Keith and I shook hands; then he said, ‘I have got to say it, P, you look so different now to how I remember.’
‘Well, I have changed my hairstyle completely, and lost a little weight as well,’ she replied.
Keith said, ‘You never had much to lose in the first place.’
‘You look stunning,’ he added.
P blushed and said, ‘Thanks, Keith.’
‘Sexy as fuck in that outfit too.’
The three of us made some small talk, and Keith told me more about how P and him knew each other. Then, he asked me if he could take her onto the dance floor.
’Sure Keith, enjoy yourself,’ I replied.
‘You don’t mind, do you?’ she asked me.
’No, of course not, babe. He is an old friend; go and enjoy yourself,’ I said.
I watched, as Keith led her onto the dance floor, his hand slowly caressing her bum as they walked. They began dancing, the music was, at that point, fast-paced, dance music. P loved to dance, and she was really getting into the vibe of the dance floor.
Keith danced in front of her; they both spoke occasionally, and they were laughing as old friends do. After a few dance songs, the DJ slowed things down for a while. P and Keith were now closely dancing, to a slow number. I watched them keenly, as Keith now held her tightly against his body, his hands around her, caressing her bum once again.
He started kissing her once more, deep passionate kisses, with her kissing him back, just as deeply. As they danced slowly round, I soon noticed that Keith now had one hand on her tummy; he was stroking her above the waistband of the shorts. Then he slowly he slid his hand inside, and moved lower, down between her legs.
Watching this happening was incredible; I soon found my cock getting harder in my trousers. They were now locked together in an embrace, still kissing, and, as they rotated, my eyes widened. I realised Keith had undone the top button on P’s shorts and had his hand buried inside and between her legs. Keith was now kissing P on the lips and the sides of her neck. I could see her eyes were closed, and she appeared to be unsteady on her heels, but Keith held her upright as he continued feeling inside her shorts.