Ladies Who Lunch - Sex Stories

Ladies Who Lunch

... "but leave your underpants off, there is nothing worse than visible panty line," and she giggled. Alan saw that Vivienne had picked out the white silk shirt and pair of close fitting black satin trousers she had bought for him at Christmas for the annual golf club party. He had thought them rather revealing even then, but he had been wearing boxers, and in the semi dark of the club house he didn't think anyone would notice. But without underwear he knew that every line of his bottom and penis would be visible, and he started to wonder just what kind of lunch they were going to. Vivienne turned round to face him to put her stockings on, and he saw with even more of a shock that she wasn't wearing panties, and that she had newly shaved her pussy, so that her labia could be clearly seen peeking from the cleft in her vulva. When she saw the look on his face, Vivienne laughed. "It is so nice to go commando, my love, the feel of the air on my pussy is really exhilarating." Vivienne completed her costume with a full skirt that finished just above her knees, a soft chiffon blouse that did nothing to hide the charms beneath, and a pair of strapless high heeled sandals. "There, that's done," she said, "now turn round so that I can get a good look at you." and as Alan did as he was told, she continued, "Mmm, very nice, you are definitely going to be a hit with my friends, I'm certain that they won't be able to keep their hands off you. In fact you look so delicious I could eat you right ...

... now." When they arrived at Sylvia's, Alan saw that apart from Sylvia's husband Jim, there was only one other man there. The other five ladies were all dressed as sexily as Vivienne, and he couldn't prevent a certain stirring in his loins, and had to discreetly adjust his trousers to make himself more comfortable. At the lunch table, each of the men was placed between two of the ladies, and Alan found that he had the hostess Sylvia on his right hand, and another slightly younger woman whom he barely knew to his left, who introduced herself as Mary, Vivienne was seated opposite with Jim and her close friend Angela. Lunch started with a delicious cream of asparagus soup, which was followed by a lime sorbet. Sylvia had provided a nice light Italian white wine, as befitted the time of day, and after a couple of glasses, the air was filled with the sound of convivial conversation. It was during the main course of char grilled fish that Alan got his next surprise. He was talking to Jim across the table about the chances of Southampton Football Club in the coming season now that they were back in the Premier League, when he became aware of a hand stealthily tracing its way up each of his thighs towards his crotch. The hands then started to stroke his penis and fondle his balls through the thin material of his trousers, and very soon he had a very hard erection. Looking across at Jim he realised, from the slightly dreamy look on his face, that he was receiving very similar treatment. ...