A night of glory - Sex Stories

A night of glory

Jamie tugged on the short whiteskirt, desperately trying to get it lower. Giving a whimper when he realised that as soon as he stood back up and put his hands on the bar, his skirt gently slid back up and revealed more and more of his smooth long brown legs. The skirt barely stopped before reaching his plump ass sticking back as he leaned up against the bar. With a quick hand movement he pushed his short black hair away from his face as he looked at his watch again. “He should be here by now.” He gently mumbled grabbing his glass again and taking another sip. He turned around and looked through the bar again at all the men and women dancing and drinking and chatting, as he just stood there awkwardly and tried to pull his skirt down again. A boy in a skirt might have called for some attention a lot of other bars, but here it was as normal as anything. There were cross dressers, transvestites, men in leather, women walking around with almost nothing on; a normal site for a fetish gay bar. But since Jamie had never been to a bar like this, it was a lot to take in, especially since it was topless Tuesday, meaning that every person who was topless got their drinks half off. Not only that, but his friend had dared him to go here in an outfit of his choice. So Jamie ended up standing at the bar in a soft white skirt that just managed to hide his round bum and the tight white, almost see-through, panties that were under them. And besides that he only wore some white stockings and ...

... black heels. He had to adjust to it. Even though he wore stuff like this all the time, it was in his bedroom at home alone, not out in the open in a big bar with anyone to eye him up as they please. Just as Jamie was getting rather tired of waiting for his friend to show up a rather large and broad man stepped of the general dance floor and leaned his arm against the bar right next to Jamie. He was rather tall and had a small orange beard, his ginger hair not looking terribly well maintained. The man was wearing some leather pants with two straps crossing his muscular chest like a big X. “Good evening,” he said with a rough deep voice that had a small bit of Scottish or perhaps Irish in it, while at the same time the tone of his voice revealed right away that he was here with flirting intentions. Jamie only slightly nodded and responded with a mumbled “Good evening.” Trying to make it as clear as possible with one word that he was not interested in whatever ideas the big man had in his head. “That’s a nice outfit you got on.” The large guy grumbled as he eyed Jamie up and down, trying to get a small peek under his skirt as he did. “Thanks,” Jamie quickly responded in the same tone as before, straightening his back to stop his ass from poking out too much as he turned a little more towards the man. Getting a good look at the man’s face did show he wasn’t that bad looking. He was rather muscular and had a nice beard and some handsome eyes. The look on his face did show he was ...