Bob and Susie Ch. 02: Getting to know each other
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Most of the time Bob couldn't have been happier going out with Susie. They went out walking, evenings at the cinema, intimate meals etc and Susie always made sure she wore something teasing under her outer clothes, just for Bob.
Once Susie was wearing sheer-to-the-waist black tights, high heels and a long, loose skirt. She had been teasing Bob by letting her skirt ride up as she got into the car and then letting him run his hands up her legs when they reached the car park, exciting him but also teasing him because the tights stopped him actually doing anything.
Walking back to the car after their shopping, with carrier bags in each hand, Susie was a few steps ahead of Bob and as she turned a corner a gust of wind blew her long skirt right up and over her head, exposing her shapely legs in high heels and black tights and the hint of pink panties under them. A few people noticed but once Susie gave a loud squeal, everyone's attention was drawn to her and, men being men, the sight of a fully dressed woman showing her underwear was considerably more exciting than seeing the same woman wearing far fewer clothes on a beach.
Of course, the skirt blowing up was a complete accident but Bob once again found himself wondering whether Susie took advantage of that accident by drawing attention to herself with the squeal. And also once again, Bob experienced that mixture of embarrassment and excitement and suddenly realised he was very aroused.
A few weeks later, Susie told Bob they had been invited to a 60s and 70s theme fancy dress party. Bob asked Susie what she was planning to wear but she just said she hadn't decided yet. On the night, Bob wore the flared trousers, floral shirt and kipper tie that Susie bought for him in a charity shop and when Susie appeared from her bedroom Bob gave a gasp.
Susie was quite a big girl and the outfit she wore drew attention to her shapely figure. It was loosely based on a St Trinian's outfit -- very short skirt, tight white blouse, black seamed stockings, white suspenders and white satin panties. She wore black stilettoes and she had put on a pair of very sheer flesh-coloured tights -- and then the black stockings over those.
Her white top was unbuttoned quite low, exposing the slightly-too-small push-up bra under it. Her face was lightly made up but with eye shadow and lipstick just that little bit stronger. A loose school tie and her hair tied into a pony tail completed the look.
"Do you like it?" asked Susie, posing.
"I love it, of course," Bob gasped, "It's all my fantasies rolled into one. But should you wear it in public? I mean ... everyone will see you."
"That's the idea, silly," purred Susie, turning and showing him that a good expanse of stocking top was showing even when she stood up straight, "I thought you liked me looking sexy. I thought you liked other men seeing me too."
Busted! Bob spluttered and coughed but Susie just laughed and gave him a peck on the cheek before picking up the car keys and heading for the door. "Well," thought Bob, "I suppose that means she is wearing that outfit tonight."
They had agreed that Susie would drive there and Bob drive back, as he didn't really drink much. As her feet pressed down on the pedals, causing her short skirt to ride even further up her legs, Bob became more and more aroused. Occasionally, as they stopped at traffic lights, Susie would reach over and stroke his erection over the top of his trousers. Even before they arrived Bob wondered whether he could get through the night without having a little play with himself.
Bob settled into the background but Susie immediately attracted attention and Bob noticed quite a few male hands stroking a stockinged leg or pinging a suspender, pretending it was harmless fun. Susie spent most of the evening on the dancefloor, sometimes -- but not always and usually not too quickly -- fighting off wandering hands. Between dances someone always seemed to hand her a fresh drink.
Late into the evening, Susie gave Bob a lingering kiss and said, "Watch and enjoy. This is for you -- I won't go too far." And with a discreet lingering brush of her hand over Bob's straining trousers she returned to the dance floor, giving Bob an agonising view of her seamed-stockinged legs, calves thrust out by her high heels, and as her skirt had gradually ridden up throughout the evening, not only a clear view of her stocking tops and suspenders but even a good amount of her white panties.
For the next twenty minutes, Susie danced with man after man. Firstly, the old chap who had been watching her all night. Not that he really danced, more used the opportunity to grab and maul Susie's ample bum-cheeks over her skirt -- and sometimes under it. Next was the young lad from down the road, who also happened to be an apprentice at her works. Red-faced, he resisted her charms for a while but having Susie push her large bust into his chest and then pull his face right into her cleavage was too much for him and he gave in and his hands groped around her legs blindly until they found her suspenders, thinking all his Christmases had come at once. One of Susie's hands dropped to his crotch and Bob could clearly see her fingers slowly stroking the bulge in his trousers until he gave a shudder and seemed to slump, before rushing off the dance floor.
Susie wasn't alone long. A string of admirers waited their chance to dance with her, each dreaming of fondling their own particular favourite part of her -- breasts, stockinged legs, plump bum, panties. And Susie didn't disappoint any of them.
