My God, I felt so horny that evening. James was away on a management seminar and I was left alone. We did not live together, although James often stayed over, so I was not unaccustomed to being on my own at the flat. It was just that when James had phoned me earlier he had said the most sexy things to me, telling me what he would like to do to me when he returned from his seminar at the end of the week.
I sat in front of the TV with the images moving anonymously on the screen. I could see that the TV was on but my mind was filled with the delicious images that James had conjured up in it. He loved me dressing up for him and he had described how he would like me to dress on a date with him. I had a wardrobe full of sexy clothes and we would play games, pretending we were in a public place with everyone staring at me in my most revealing dresses. He loved to stare at me as though we were strangers then he would gradually seduce me with his hands and mouth until I was unable to resist the urge to throw my clothes off and climb onto his magnificent body.
That’s how I wanted to be that evening: dressed to kill with James being his sexiest. Instead I was sitting in front of the TV wearing my little woolen pyjamas.
I don’t know why I suddenly did it, but I found myself making my way to my bedroom and opening my clothes cupboard. I slipped my pyjamas off and spent the next half hour trying on various outfits. James always loved me in the black lace cat suit. My little pink nipples always seemed to find a way to poke through a hole in the lace as they swelled up to prominent erection. Nothing was left to the imagination with my cat suit, especially when I left off any trace of underwear beneath it, which was just how James loved me to be.
Another outfit I tried on was the tiny micro mini-dress. When I wrapped my arms around James’ neck the short hem would raise to expose just a trace of the roundness of my bottom cheeks. He would place me with my back to my full length mirror so that he could look at my reflection before cupping my bottom in his hand and letting his middle finger sneak between my thighs and lie lazily against the lips of my pussy. I would make his finger very wet very quickly.
Then there was the black slinky number. It was made of a very stretchy material that clung to my body like a second skin. The top was high with just a small hole for my neck but it left my shoulders completely bare as the sides opened to form wide arm holes. The material clung to my breasts to do nothing to hide their shape and allow them to swell sideways to spill their roundness out of the wide arm openings. The skirt stretched down to my ankles and it would have been impossible to walk in it but for the button-up split that went from the hem right up to a couple of inches above my hip. I left the buttons open to half way up my thigh and stepped into a pair of black stiletto heeled sandals.
I checked myself in the mirror. I grinned to myself as I remembered James’ face the first time I wore it for him. He said that the line of my panties spoiled the effect so I quickly slipped them off, and that is just how I was as I regarded myself that lonely evening. The fullness of my creamy breasts contrasted nicely with the black of the dress as they swelled out of the sides. I brought my knee forward to slip through the side split. I picked up another mirror to turn my back on my full length reflection and check it out as we girls like to do. The rounded cheeks of my bottom were clearly outlined by the hug of the clingy material. James was right; panties would spoil the smooth lines of the dress.
I went to my bedroom window, still dressed in my sexy dress and after opening it wide, leaned on the ledge and breathed in the air on that warm balmy evening. I stayed there for a while watching the customers going in and out of the pub just across the road. It was a nice pub. James and I often used it for a quick drink. There was a pool table and constant music. It was frequented by mainly young people so there was always quite a buzz in there. Whenever we went in there there was always someone we knew to chat with so we kind of regarded it as our local. I wondered who would be there this particular evening.
I don’t know what made me do it, but suddenly I was crossing the street just outside the pub. My heart was pounding. I had only worn the dress in private with James before and here I was out in the busy evening street making my way towards a pub that I knew would be full of randy young men. I entered the pub and felt all male heads turn to face me. I made my way towards the bar and Mike the barman came over to me, a wide grin across his face.
‘Hi Tonya. No James this evening?’
‘No Mike. He’s away on business.’
‘May I say how sexy you look this evening?’
‘Thanks Mike.’ I smiled sweetly.
As Mike went to get my drink I glanced into the wide mirror across the back of the bar. All eyes were on me. I think it was my bottom that was the centre of attention. I felt hot inside. My body was shaking nervously. I took a deep breath to steady me. Why was I doing this? I asked myself. I couldn’t think of anything more dangerous than flaunting myself in front of all these young men. From the looks in their eyes there was only one thing that they were thinking of. I was at that moment a sex object of their fantasies. Somewhere nice and soft to park their cocks when they felt randy.
I felt a sudden wave of heat flow through me as I imagined James nude and erect. He had the most beautiful cock imaginable and I loved the feeling of it sliding slowly into me. All of a sudden I had disturbed the peace of the pub with my presence and all these guys wanted to be James.
I picked up my drink and felt the icy liquid cool my insides for a moment. I emptied the glass quickly and became aware of a rather dishy guy moving towards me.
‘Can I get you a drink?’
I looked into his cold grey eyes and smiled. ‘Thank you.’
‘My name’s Rod.’
‘Hello Rod. I’m Tonya.’
‘A pretty name. It suits you.’
‘Thanks.’ I smiled again.
Mike brought my drink over and Rod paid him.
‘Why don’t you come over and join us. We could do with a fourth person to make up two teams.’
I followed him over to the pool table. Rod introduced me two his two friends, Larry and Joe. Rod decided that I was to partner him and soon the game was under way. I’m not the most competent of pool players, but Rod didn’t seem to mind and often whispered tips in my ear to help me. I found myself enjoying the closeness of his body as he put his mouth to my ear and suddenly jumped as I felt his hand lightly resting on my bottom when I bent over the table to take my shot.
