Ladies Who Lunch - Sex Stories

Ladies Who Lunch

... mirror, he could clearly see her dark areolae, and her prominent nipples, were barely concealed by the lacy cups of her bra, which made him raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"You will find your trousers and shirt on the bed, my dear," she said, "but leave your underpants off, there is nothing worse than visible panty line," and she giggled.

Alan saw that Viv had picked out the white silk shirt and a 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 clubhouse he didn't think anyone would notice. But without underwear he knew that every line of his bottom and penis would be visible. That was when he started to wonder just what kind of lunch they were going to.

Viv 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. She had also given her pussy hair a fresh trim, so that her labia could be clearly seen peeking from the cleft in her vulva. When she saw the look on his face, Viv laughed. "It is so nice to go commando, my love, and the feel of the air on my pussy is really exhilarating."

Viv 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." As Alan did as he was told, she continued, "Mmm, very nice, you are 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 Viv and he couldn't prevent a certain stirring in his groin. He 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. Alan found that he had the hostess Sylvia on his right and to his left, another slightly younger woman. He thought he had met her before, who introduced herself as Angela. Viv was seated opposite with Jim and her friend Mary.

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 his thigh towards his crotch. The hand then started to stroke his penis ...