How I changed Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

How I changed Pt. 02

... modesty -- at least for a while.

As I was throbbing, I decided tonight was a time to go commando -- so no thong. A clinging skirt with a button front would suffice. The look, and being naked underneath, certainly made me feel horny.

The food at the Bistro was great. I sat between my husband and Jeff and the free-flowing wine made me quite lightheaded. Any inhibitions I had, disappeared with every glass I drank.

The Bistro was empty when we finished our meal. We were in high spirits, and I was genuinely feeling hot -- temperature-wise -- so I undid my cardigan and took it off. This stopped the conversation.

"Wow," uttered Jeff, licking his lips while looking at my breasts that were far from covered.

My husband made comments about how I must have forgotten my underwear.

"Yes, all of it," I said.

"You gonna prove that?" asked Jeff. "Tell you what, if you do, I'll definitely sign the contract -- otherwise, who knows? Oh, and I'd like the guys from the Bistro to witness this as well."

I turned to my husband for help with the answer but he said nothing.

"Okay," I agreed.

Jeff went to talk with the Bistro staff who, it turned out, were his friends. They pulled down the window blinds, locked the door, and arranged five seats in a semi-circle around a high stool at the bar. I was a little uneasy but the contract was, I reminded myself, worth a lot of money. I wished, though, that my husband had given me a sign of approval for what I was about to ...

... do.

There were three staff: the owner George, about 55; his nephew Marco, around 25; and young, Leo, aged 20. They took their seats and Jeff called me and my husband to join them -- with me on the stool.

"Okay, skirt off," ordered Jeff.

I first reached for a bottle of wine on the bar and filled my glass and downed the drink in a few swallows. I needed an extra shot of courage.

While various remarks were made, I began undoing the buttons on my skirt, starting at the hem. The tension built and soon only the waistband button remained. I parted the skirt to expose my lower regions to a round of applause and various crude statements about my bare pussy. Finally, I undid the final button and my skirt fell away completely. I sat still, breathing heavily, while they took in the view.

"Now walk up and down."

I got off the stool and walked to the far side of the Bistro and back again. It all felt extremely sexy, more so than if I had been completely naked. My transparent top stopped just above my belly button and I was then naked to the tops of my stockings. The thin material caressed my nipples and once more they became harder and extended. My pussy was extremely wet.

I kept walking backwards and forwards while they watched. I felt so wanted and lusted after, I needed to show them more and for someone to touch my flesh.

I walked to Marco and sat on his lap. He appeared surprised and looked at the others while draping one of his arms around my waist. The other touched my ...