Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 11 - Sex Stories

Getting Married Set Me Free Pt, 11

... flashing your pussy don’t you?”

“Is it too much for a place like this?” I asked.

“Have you had any complaints Esther?”

“No.”

“Then it’s not too much.”

“Your dress looks great as well Lucy.”

“Thanks, I thought about wearing something as revealing as yours but I chickened out. I wish that I hadn’t now.”

We made girly talk as we had a pee and checked our faces, not that either of us had much makeup on, just lipstick and mascara. Dylan has made me promise to never plaster tons of makeup on my face telling me that my natural beauty is what he prefers, and all that I need to look amazing.

I’d pulled the top of my dress over my right nipple when Lucy reminded me that it was exposed, but the walk to Lucy and Tom’s table to meet Dylan and Tom caused it to escape again, and I ignored it. I did spot a couple of older men staring at me as we walked passed them, but all that did was to make my 3 nubs harder and my slit a bit wetter.

“Awesome dress.” Tom said as we reached them.

“Thanks Tom.” I replied, “I got it from my favourite dress shop.”

“Ah yes,” Tom replied as he turned to face his wife. “You’re going to have to take me there again Lucy.”

“You only want to perv at the girls getting changed out in the main part of the shop Tom.”

“I do,” Tom replied, “but it’s you that I want to fuck and live with Lucy.”

“Good answer mate, I’ll remember that one.” Dylan said as we all grinned.

“You want to fuck and live with Lucy do you Dylan?” I ...

... asked.

“Stop it Esther, you know what I meant; or are you trying to get me to put you over my knee and spank you?”

“Just joking lover.” I replied, “but you wouldn’t spank me here, would you?”

“I know that you’d like me to Esther, but it isn’t going to happen, sorry.”

“I know.” I replied.

We went back to the dance floor and to more wardrobe malfunctions that seemed to please some of the people dancing around us. In fact I noticed one couple who always seemed to be dancing at my 2 or 3 o’clock and the guy was always facing me. He must have seen my right nipple and my slit lots of times.

One time when Dylan and I went back to our table to finish our drinks and to retrieve my bag, we saw that the man who’d given the speech, Ronald Culkin, the company CEO was stood talking to a couple of people at our table. What’s more he’d seen us walking to the table and he was staring at me, or should I say what I was displaying as my dress had opened up and I was displaying my right leg right up to my belly button.

Ronald Culkin seemed to loose interest in the people that he was talking to and when Dylan and I arrived at the table he said to Dylan,

“Dylan Hargreaves isn’t it, and who might this delightful young lady be?”

As he was talking I could see that he was looking at my chest, not Dylan. My right nipple has escaped again, and as usual I was ignoring it.

Dylan introduced us, all whilst this Ronald Culkin was staring at my nipple. They talked ‘shop’ for a minute or so ...