This story is based on real-life events with the names and certain details changed for privacy. Everyone in the story is over 18.
First time writing in a while, but as always, feedback and comments are welcome.
A huge thank you to Lomalibu for providing editing services on this one.
It was my birthday weekend and my girlfriend and I were getting ready to go out for the night and meet some friends at a local pub. We'd been together a couple of years by stage and she'd already moved in with me and taken over half the bedroom with all of her stuff.
Her name is Brittany and she a 5"2 with long brown hair that goes down to the middle of her back. She has a perfect (in my eye anyway), hourglass figure with a tiny but strong core from all her work at the gym and an amazing ass you just want to grab and bite every chance you get.
Currently, Brittany was trying to decide what to wear for the night, walking around the room in a set of black lace underwear and a gown.
"How dressed up are people going to be?"
"I don't know, I don't think very. The bar opposite the pub isn't exactly high-end, but no reason you can't dress to impress." I replied, buttoning up my shirt.
"I guess just this will do then," Brittany said as she pulled out a little black dress from the wardrobe. A classic. "I'm not sure I've any tights to go with them though." She mused as she began rifling through her draw.
At this point, I should point out that in our room is a large chest where we keep all of our sex toys and Brittany's lingerie/ outfits. This chest is used very often and is open all the time for quick access and inspiration when the moment takes you.
It was open at this very moment and I spotted inspiration while she was going through her draws.
"Why don't you just wear a set of black thigh highs babe? That would be sexy as fuck!" I walked over to the chest and pulled out a couple of options as I said this. Turning to me she replied,
"Ooh I don't know, I've never worn thigh highs out before. I don't even know if the dress is long enough to hide the tops of them."
"One way to find out," I stated, a grin already across my face.
Brittany took a pair from me and proceeded to do her best movie star impression of putting one foot after another on the edge of the bed and rolling the thigh highs up her legs. She then dropped the gown on the floor and squeezed herself into her little black number.
"What do you think?" She asked while giving me a little twirl, "Can you see the tops or not?"
She looked incredibly hot and I already knew that being out with her all night knowing she was wearing these was going to drive me mad.
"Not really, just the perfect length to tease and make someone paying attention look twice, but not enough that it's obvious."
She gave another couple of twirls in the mirror, checking herself before she seemed happy and announced she was good to go.
We met several friends at the pub and began drinking and enjoying the night. The place was packed and we all had to squeeze together to fit around the table. From time to time throughout the night I will glance at Brittany, then at her legs.
We've always had a great and fun sex life and she has always been more than happy to dress up for me with thigh highs being a favorite for both of us. While we'd discussed doing stuff in public we never had, so to suddenly have her next to me in a little black dress, knowing underneath was a sexy black bra and panties with the thigh high to match, I could feel my cock twitching already.
After a couple of hours of boozing, we all decided it was time to hit the bar, so we all finished our drinks and made our way across the street to the bar. It was crammed, you could barely move and the fight across the dance floor to the bar was a real struggle!
Brittany and I soon found ourselves on the dance floor, rubbing against each other through lack of space as much as desire.
"I can't believe how sexy I feel in these!" She half yelled in my ear. The music was so loud no one around would be able to hear her.
