Friday night. The traditional office night out after work. My phone rang as I was about to leave. It was my boyfriend, Tom. He wasn't too happy that I was going out with the girls and started hinting that I should go home. We ended up having an argument that just made me more determined than ever to have a good time.
I went into the loos to get changed. Off came the business suit and instead I slid into a short black skirt, the hem of which only just covered the lace tops of my black hold-up stockings. I took off my bra and squeezed my tits into a thin silky red vest top and stepped into black high heels. Just as I was about to leave the cubicle I hesitated, and slipped off my black lace panties and put them in my handbag. Usually when I worked the slutty look, I got a few blokes trying to put their hands up my skirt. I was so pissed off with Tom, I wanted some random guy to get lucky if he tried to cop a feel. Then I went out to the mirror, brushed my dark hair and added some makeup.
We had only been in the pub a few minutes when a handsome guy in his mid-thirties approached and asked if he could buy me a drink. I agreed and he introduced himself as Ryan. I could see a faint mark around his ring finger which suggested he had taken his wedding ring off to score. Fine by me.
We made small talk and then he gave me the opening I was looking for.
"I like your outfit," he said. I smiled and thanked him, then whispered in his ear, "The only problem is, I can't wear underwear with it."
Ryan swallowed and then moved in a little closer.