I had wanted to wear my boots for so long, just waiting for an excuse to pull them out. Tonight's charity event was exactly what I needed.
I decided the event was too formal for my short skirt/ thigh-high boot combo, and instead went for a more sedate knee-length black skirt, mid-shin boots, and a dark green vee-neck top. I left my hair down and topped the look off with silver jewelry and minimal make-up.
The drive was long, slow and hot, leaving me time to ponder the evening, think about how I wanted it to go. While stuck in traffic I decided to make a change to my outfit, removing my black panties and leaving them in the car. My skirt was long enough that there was no risk of exposure, but the hidden knowledge was enough to start my juices flowing.
The parking lot was full, but a flirty smile with security was enough to get me through the gates into a reserved space. (After all, being a woman does have its' advantages.)
I spent the evening mingling with the well-to-do's, tired of repeating the same inane small talk. I could feel your eyes on me as I moved between the bodies, stopping to chat with those I knew. I sensed you near the edge of the group and flashed you a look.
You were surprised to have been caught staring and quickly cast your eyes down, a response I very much approved of. I am a dominant woman by nature, and felt ever more powerful in my present state of dress. I flashed you another look, throwing in a small smile for good measure, before moving on to another section.
The rest of the evening was more of the same, flirting from a distance, going about our business. Meanwhile my panty-less pussy was getting hotter and wetter by the minute. After about an hour of dancing around each other I felt as though I had put in enough of an appearance at the event to move on and start making plans for the rest of the evening.
Let the teasing begin! When I knew you were watching I would lick or bite my lips, stroke my hair, touch my chest, batting my eye lashes even. Whatever I could do to keep your attention and make you squirm.
I was sitting on a bar stool, waiting on my drink when you decided to make your move. "Hi, I'm Jeff," you said, sticking out your hand to shake.
I looked at you for a moment, sizing you up, before deciding to take your hand, not in a handshake, but sideways, pulling it toward myself. I smiled at your confusion, "Hi Jeff."
I stroked your hand, looking you deep in the eyes, biting my lip, deciding. "Have you eaten?" I asked, still holding your hand.
"Uh, yeah, I ate here."
Still looking you in the eyes I brought your hand down, touching my bare knee. You gasped in surprise, but continued looking into my eyes as I slid your hand upward under my skirt. I smiled as your hand began to travel on its' own accord, stopping at my upper thighs.
"Care for some dessert?" I queried and spread my legs slightly until your fingers found my bare pussy lips. Now it was my turn to gasp as you gently stroked my outer pussy lips, freshly shaven and damp with my excitement.
It was payback time now as you teased me, causing my breath to tremble and my legs to turn to jelly. I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the wonderful feeling your fingers were creating. But I wanted more.
I pulled your hand out from beneath my skirt, bringing it up to my face. I breathed deeply, inhaling the lovely sex smell, before putting two of your fingers into my mouth. I sucked my juices off your fingers, enjoying the taste of sex, watching your face as you stared at my mouth. I slowly slid them out from between my lips, but didn't release your hand.