I was going to see a band play that night and wanted to look as hot as possible to support my friends. I wore a pair of black fishnet stockings, with a red backseam and an ankle length black skirt with slits all the way up my thighs. I had the slits pinned with safety pins at the top of my legs. I wore a black shirt that molded to my 38 D tits and the significant curve of my waist. The skirt clung to my hips. I wore no bra underneath the top, it was tight enough to hold up my big breasts, I wore a pair of black satin cheeky peek panties under my stockings. I wore my long red hair down and did my makeup to bring out my large eyes and full lips.
All the men at the concert and later on that night at the party loved the way I looked. We were all drinking and smoking pot, some of us popping pills like Valium and xanax, others of us tripping on acid. It was an intense, fun night that most of us probably don’t remember completely. I was out with some friends of mine and the shy boy I was dating. We had only gone out a few times, and he was such the gentleman. Too much of a gentleman. I was drunk and stoned, wandering around the party looking for something to do as my date was busy talking music with some of the boys.
All of a sudden hands reached around my hips to grip my sides and I felt a man up against my back. “Hey there. Been awhile since I saw you.” a rough familiar voice whispered in my ear. I turned around, his hands sliding on the soft fabric of my skirt to stay on my pelvic bones. It was an old friend of mine from high school. He was tall, lanky, long hair, beautiful blue eyes and he had a pierced tongue.
I laughed and said hi back. He smiled and hugged me, whispering again in my ear “why don’t we go outside, where we can talk?” I nodded and we walked downstairs and around the corner where it was private. We started talking about the people we’ve known and things that happened years ago. He was sitting on a cement pole and I was standing next to him. He put his hand around my legs and pulled me closer to him while he was talking. He put his hand through the slit in my dress and started slowly running his hand up the back of my stockinged thigh.
“Tigger, what are you doing?” I said softly looking down at him, but not moving away from his roaming hands.
“What do you think I’m doing? Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time now.” he laughed up at me as he pulled me around in front of him, moving his other hand up my skirt as well and grabbing my ass as he pulled me between his thighs. His large hands caressed my ass through my stockings and thin panties as he leaned up and kissed me hard. His tongue with it’s metal stud fucking my mouth as he squeezed my ass and caressed the back of my thighs.