As the name implies, this story involves my relationship with Al. Yes Al the Cajun guy I danced for in college Al.
And no, it wasn't because I was dancing for him. I kind of liked him, even if we had nothing in common with each other-I mean, how much can a young girl like me from Orange County have in common with a somewhat shady strip club owner from Louisiana, but we did. Whenever we went out we just had a good time with each other.
And I found him both charming and sexy-he dressed well, and I loved his large dark eyes, the sensual colognes he'd have on when we went out.
We dated on and off after I'd finished dancing for him and his club. While I enjoyed dancing and really loved making the money I made, it really wasn't something I wanted to keep doing-back then I was terrified that someone I knew would come into the club at the wrong time and catch me in the act of giving some guy a lap dance. Looking back, I think I was way too worried and stressed about that part about of the dance life-the odds were really low that someone I knew would have the money to blow on a night at the club, but I really, really, really didn't want to have my reputation at school, the athletic department and sorority ruined, I also worried that my parents across the country would somehow find out. It was all silly, but it was where my head was back then.
Anyway, we didn't date often- Al was married, had a club to run, and I had my life too, but we did find time to have some fun too. Mostly Al had us have dinner at his club and I didn't mind. The food was always very good, the servers fawned over us shamelessly and I enjoyed getting to know Al's friends-and their dates too, as all of those gentlemen had their young lady friends, just like me I guess.
Just as the first time Al and I dated, Al felt like he should send me a nice dress and lingerie with some cash so that I could get my hair and nails done before our date night. I liked how Al pampered me!
So on our Friday date night out, I took off my last 2 labs and did my girly thing at the hairdresser and came home. I got my things and left to go to the club to get ready. There was no way I'd let the girls or house mom see me all dressed up then having a strip club owner twice my age roll up in his long dark gray Lincoln and then have to come back to the house and answer all the catty questions they'd ask me.
Back then I was a huge Prince fan, and if you loved Prince, you also had to love his girls, Wendy and Lisa.
I remember I would dress or at least wear my makeup like they did so I would have used very very dark eye makeup, emphasize my cheekbones a lot and would use bright red lipstick. I was such a girl of my era!
For one date night, I remember that Al sent me a very stylish teal and black asymmetrical striped shiny long gown with a deep plunging back neckline and long slit up the right leg, a creme and black matching lace bra, panty and garter belt set and several pair of French stockings from this shop in New Orleans.
One of Als quirks-ha-perversions was that he didn't like me to go bare legged and he also wasn't a huge fan of nylons or tights so he solved the problem in his mind by having me wear stockings instead when we saw each other.
I couldn't wear the bra under the dress but I wore everything else. I think it was when I dated Al that I really began to look forward to and enjoy wearing lingerie, both for a man as well as myself. I also remember too that the stockings he sent me were always more delicate and elegant feeling then the nylons and tights I'd wear apart from the stockings I'd wear for Al, so after shaving my legs I'd rub my legs with super soft lotion and make sure my nails wouldn't snag the expensive hosiery. And I loved how much nicer they felt on my legs then the cheaper K Mart hose I could afford on my budget normally.
I put the garter belt on first and adjusted it for my waist and lengthened and then shortened the garter straps to about the same length given how long I thought the stockings were going to be on my thighs. Then I found the panties and pulled them on and made sure i put the garters under my panties so I could go to the bathroom-I'd made the mistake of having my panties on under the garters before and remembered having to undo each one before I could pee, and I had to pee bad!
Anyway with that done, I looked at the box of stockings that came with the rest of my lingerie. Looking back, I remember how elegant and luxurious this was-I felt so pampered and decadent. I was used to getting my nylons and tights out of the egg or cellophane wrapped packages, which was fine I guess but to get stockings out of a box that was tied with a ribbon where each pair was wrapped in a faintly perfumed tissue was a mind blower for me. It was a real treat that I enjoyed and have never tired of to this day. And yes to this day, I always favor many of the more expensive brands of hosiery. This particular box had 4 pair of stockings. All were varying shades of black from a very light off black to a very dark almost like a pair of black tights black. One was a lace print and another had a backseam. I held each pair up to the light and selected the pair that was the sheerest and lightest shade yet was still an evening shade of black.
I took them from their tissue, shook them out a bit and rolled them up my legs. After adjusting the reinforced heel and toe, I clipped each garter-all 6 of them to the top of each stocking and stood up to make sure they looked right. Satisfied, I grabbed the shoes and started to put them on and had to chuckle a bit. The shoes were black strappy sandals-very cute, but I hadn't noticed earlier that the thin straps were teal as I fastened them to my feet and ankles.
