"Clare" - Chapter 8:- Dating Karen - “A Tent with a View" - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 8:- Dating Karen - “A Tent with a View"

... involve me,” Karen giggled. Her champagne glass was once again refilled by the ever-present Krystal.

I continued.

“The next line just says for you to open your domed cover.”

Karen did as requested.

Underneath the lid was a pink envelope with Karen’s name on it. She carefully opened it and giggled. “Well, it says, enjoy your meal; it is Moroccan. That’s something I never tried, though I guess it will be spicy.”

“There another line under it,” Karen chuckled. She was now enjoying herself.

“You have to take your white blouse off for the rest of the evening.It is a Brenda request.” She then added with a smile, “Krystal and Donna won’t mind, and neither do I.”

I grabbed the envelope to check. The giggling Karen was right. It clearly said that. I glanced around to check if this place was private.It was. With me feeling more body-confident, I started undoing the buttons.

Standing there, feeling on show, the two K’s eyes on me. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, and with each one, a little more of my cleavage was revealed. I felt my pussy becoming moist. It was the thrill of being on show, my nipple's rapid hardness, and those Goosebumps on my skin.

It felt like Karen’s and Krystal’s eyes had beaten my fingers to the big reveal. Their grins told me that they had already visually undressed me.

I removed my blouse, put it over the back of my chair, and then pushed out my chest, tonight I felt proud of it with my renewed body confidence. I wanted the two ...

... girls to take in the view of my boobs, their erect nipples on display for all to see. As I stood there, my hidden pussy was enjoying the thrill of the moment. My exhibitionist excitement was just as great as my younger girlfriend and Krystal’s voyeuristic kick.

“I like the way you obey your older girlfriend,” Karen giggled; the champagne was beginning to make her very giggly.

“Perhaps you need to obey me and remove your panties,” I hopefully teased.

That brought another champagne-fuelled giggle from Karen, but no movement in the panty department.

With Krystal now busy preparing the food, I sipped my champagne and looked at the business card once again.The Sea View Hotel, that name had come up at the Brenda Ltd board meeting yesterday.

“Do you know anything about this?” Karen questioned.

I told her that I had no idea, nor did I know anything about the members club where we were going to later other than it was called Club OXO.

“After the beef stock cube,” Karen asked.

To keep life simple, I replied, “Yes.”

Krystal reappeared and refilled our drinks. As she did, I looked at her, and then, in a flash, it came to me. I remembered seeing her naked photo on Brenda’s bedroom wall.

“You are number ten,” I tentatively said, “And this is Brenda’s hotel.”

Krystal seemed a little surprised I had worked out that Brenda used to be her girlfriend. She went on to explain everything as she served the Moroccan food, couscous. It was a type of food I had never had ...