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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It was the next night. I still hadn't so much as squeezed my still tingling nipples or brushed by pussy in the shower. I was under strict instructions.
I dressed as instructed - white summer dress, no bra and no panties. Make up as I pleased, a hint of rouge and my hair down. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt ridiculous. Breasts almost spilling out the side of my dress, nipples wantonly on show, make up like a callow teenager and the lack of panties feeling screamingly obvious. I wasn't going.
But I did.
I arrived at the bar around 9pm, a drink and took my seat, as instructed, in a corner. It was quiet but maybe twenty customers and it wasn't a huge space. My phone on the table - he would message he said. "Wait".
5 minutes later the buzz of the first notification almost felt like my toy touching me. "a man is at the bar in a blue shirt, he's watching you. Brush your nipples so he can see you doing it." I looked up in terror. There was. The man smiled, he was about 35, slim, kind face and nice clothes. I froze but he kept watching and smiling and i finally took a breath and relaxed.
The first touch was electrifying. I held his gaze and run my finger over my right nipple and across the material to the left. I felt the shock go through my body, pulsing. The man's face showed a faint contortion through his smile. Yes, he was excited too. Very. I pressed harder, I pinched, I made sure my beautiful and eager nipples were showing through the light material, I arched my back a little, I held his gaze. He soon looked almost defeated. and then he left. I was breathing heavily, but just about held my composure. |
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