It finally happened!
My boyfriend (I'll call him Jack) and I have a steamy sex life. It teeters on the extreme at times. One of the things we like to do is wear erotic lingerie under our conservative clothes while we go out in public. It's a heart-throbbing turn on for us.
This night he's wearing black jeans with no underwear and a white tux shirt with a single black stud in the top buttonhole. I'm wearing a 2 piece business suit, black with white pin stripes, and a red satin blouse, sans a bra. My vented hemline comes up to mid-thigh and I'm wearing a pair of Victoria's Secret sheer black pantyhose with the cotton panel sliced open – no underwear – I'm fully exposed six inches away above my hemline. It's a cool autumn night, so I'm wearing my black leather boots. I'm tingling with arousal.
We're driving to an English pub a short distance from where I live. We enter and go to a hightop in a semi-private corner near the bar... subdued lighting. I was getting a little frisky after a few drinks and had worked Jack's stiff cock from his jeans. I lazily stroke it under the table as I whisper some erotic comments in his ear. When his sweet, sticky nectar appears, I put some on my fingertip. I bring it to my lips... applying it like I would some lip gloss. The taste and scent of his arousal is driving me wild. My pussy's getting wet. His hand strokes my legs up and down... fingertips gliding effortlessly on the silkiness of my nylons.
He leans into me... whispering in my ear. I feel his warm breath on my neck as his fingers continue their work on my inner thighs. He's whispering an erotic story to me; a tale of fantasy and sexual indulgence. He's wrapping the story around our dark pub setting and involving various people at the bar who are oblivious to our mounting excitement. I close my eyes as my chest heaves with arousal.
He's whispering to me a few of men at the bar are watching our reflection in the large mirror behind the bar. They're sipping their pints of Guinness while taking in our erotic foreplay. My eyes stay closed as Jack weaves the tale of voyeurism. They watch Jack's hand caressing higher up my thigh... watching me spread my legs apart under the table... losing myself in the moment... They're getting excited seeing the sexy sheen of my sheer stockings shimmer in the dim light. They watch... as my chest heaves in labored breaths... my firm tits pushing against the satin sheen of my tight blouse... nipples hard. They see Jack's fingers stroke higher up my thigh and make contact with my mound. They see my exposed pale flesh contrast with my black stockings. I imagine their labored breathing when they first realize my pussy is fully exposed as I ease my legs apart for Jack's fingers. They watch in a trance as I continue to slowly pump Jack's cock up and down under the table.
Jack whispers that some of them are now gazing in our direction... watching me move my hips forward to get Jack's fingers into me... to spread me. He describes the growing bulges in their jeans as they sip their foamy suds.
Jack breathlessly continues the story in my ear as his fingertips caress my sweltering opening through the vent in my pantyhose. He pauses and takes out one of his business cards from his shirt pocket. He quickly scribbles something on the back. He throws some money on the table and takes my hand pulling me past the men at the bar. I think I see him passing his card to one of the guys as we walk by.
As we leave I notice the men's attention is glued to my sexy legs and vented skirt as we walk out. I sense them watching us as we walk to our car in front of the pub. They breathe deeply as I pour my legs into the car... my skirt falling away along the vent... exposing the sleek long sexiness of my legs... nylons shimmering... I glance over to them licking my lips while I wink at them... I imagine their cocks throbbing for release from their tight jeans as Jack slams the door.
Jack gets in and drives off. I immediately slide over to undo his zipper while he drives. His cock is throbbing hot as I lick the nectar off the tip. It's gooey and sticky. I feel his excitement. My mind is awash in the image of having his cock pumping into me... spreading me apart... at the bar... while the men watch our reflection in the mirror. I imagine them watching me get fucked... some of them unzipping and releasing themselves... stroking their thick, hard cocks... burning with desire to have me... to penetrate me... to fill my openings and pump me full of hot, sticky ropes of cum.
