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Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 11
Date: 12/1/2023, Categories: Fiction Exhibitionism Female exhibitionist, Wife Author: vanessa.evans, Source: sexstories.com
... felt my napkin slide off my lap to the floor. Terry was still facing me and he must have seen my napkin slide down, and then seen Dylan’s hand. “Oh,” Terry said, “that sort of moment.” My face got a little warm and I wondered if it had gone red as well. I also wondered if Terry had assumed that I’d just had an orgasm. After that, whenever I looked towards Terry I saw that his eyes were going from my lap to my right tit. Because I was sat down he wouldn’t have been able to see my pussy, but that didn’t stop him looking and winking at Dylan as if he knew that Dylan had made me cum. Anyway, the meal finished with more boring conversations and I was looking forward to some dancing. I was a little disappointed when a man got hold of a microphone and started addressing everyone. It turned out that he was Ronald Culkin, the founder and CEO of the company, and he proceeded to talk about the company, the performance over the last year and the predictions for the next year. All boring stuff for me and I was pleased when he finally stopped talking. His final words were to wish us all a happy Christmas and that we should enjoy the rest of the evening. Finally, the dancing started. I knew that I was going to have some wardrobe malfunction and so did Dylan. In fact he had promised to engineer some for me it they didn’t happen naturally. It turned out that I had quite a few, some without even realising. The music was ***********ed to cater for all ages and started with ...
... a waltz and I was grateful that old time dancing was taught at our school. It was one of the lessons that I enjoyed and during the lessons I used to dream that I was dancing with some of the old, handsome movie stars from the movies that my mother would let me watch. What my mother didn’t know was that as I got older I used to lock myself in my room and play all sorts of modern YouTube dance videos and practice as I dreamt about all the male pop stars. Anyway, getting back to the waltz, and the other old time dances, I was much better at them than Dylan was but he was happy to follow my lead and take instructions from me. As I’m sure that you can imagine, dancing wearing dress like I was a guaranteed recipe for many wardrobe malfunctions and I’m sure that a lot of people around Dylan and I saw parts of me that they weren’t expecting to. Of course, both Dylan and I ignored my exposure and just got on with the dancing. When the music got a lot more modern I was shaking myself all over the place and at one point I realised that Lucy and Tom had found us and were dancing with us. After a while Lucy grabbed my hand and shouted that we were going to the rest room. I heard Tom say that Dylan and him would meet us at their table and off Lucy and I went. “That’s an awesome dress that you’ve nearly got on there Esther.” Lucy said when we got to somewhere where that the music wasn’t as loud. “You do know that you right nipple is on display and that you were constantly ...