I had wanted to wear my boots for so long, just waiting for an excuse to pull them out. Tonight's charity event was exactly what I needed.
I decided the event was too formal for my short skirt/ thigh-high boot combo, and instead went for a more sedate knee-length black skirt, mid-shin boots, and a dark green vee-neck top. I left my hair down and topped the look off with silver jewelry and minimal make-up.
The drive was long, slow and hot, leaving me time to ponder the evening, think about how I wanted it to go. While stuck in traffic I decided to make a change to my outfit, removing my black panties and leaving them in the car. My skirt was long enough that there was no risk of exposure, but the hidden knowledge was enough to start my juices flowing.
The parking lot was full, but a flirty smile with security was enough to get me through the gates into a reserved space. (After all, being a woman does have its' advantages.)
I spent the evening mingling with the well-to-do's, tired of repeating the same inane small talk. I could feel your eyes on me as I moved between the bodies, stopping to chat with those I knew. I sensed you near the edge of the group and flashed you a look.
You were surprised to have been caught staring and quickly cast your eyes down, a response I very much approved of. I am a dominant woman by nature, and felt ever more powerful in my present state of dress. I flashed you another look, throwing in a small smile for good measure, before moving on to another section.
The rest of the evening was more of the same, flirting from a distance, going about our business. Meanwhile my panty-less pussy was getting hotter and wetter by the minute. After about an hour of dancing around each other I felt as though I had put in enough of an appearance at the event to move on and start making plans for the rest of the evening.
Let the teasing begin! When I knew you were watching I would lick or bite my lips, stroke my hair, touch my chest, batting my eye lashes even. Whatever I could do to keep your attention and make you squirm.
I was sitting on a bar stool, waiting on my drink when you decided to make your move. "Hi, I'm Jeff," you said, sticking out your hand to shake.
I looked at you for a moment, sizing you up, before deciding to take your hand, not in a handshake, but sideways, pulling it toward myself. I smiled at your confusion, "Hi Jeff."