"Sheree, let's go to the bathroom." I took our bag and her hand and started to lead her away from our table in the restaurant.
After a good orgasm, I always seem to tingle all over for several minutes and my horniness, if anything, increases. In this frame of mind, I adjusted my skimpy lace dress so the edges of my nipples could just be seen and jiggled my way to the ladies', enjoying the looks I got on the way.
"He's a cute guy, that Martin, huh?" said Sheree as soon as we were in front of the mirrors. "Looks like he knows what you want too!"
"That's for sure! Let's give them both a surprise," I suggested. "Let's get changed completely and go back out."
I pulled off my g-string and stuffed it into my bag.
"God, I'm still so horny. What should we do?"
Sheree looked me up and down. "Well, it's hard for you to be wearing less than you are right now."
Two women in their 30s came to stand at the mirrors right near us and looked across. They were trying desperately to rearrange their sagging tits to show a bit more as well.
"I know," Sheree said, with a wicked grin. "Why don't we swap clothes? You should wear my bodysuit and I'll wear your dress. That way we'll match in our black lace."
"You're a size smaller than me though, Sheree."
"Well, that bodysuit of mine'll have to stretch a bit, won't it?"
I was excited that Sheree was finally getting into the spirit of the evening.
"I see what you mean, darling. And if my dress is a bit big, it'll show off all your best assets."
I added, "Just thinking about it makes me so horny I can hardly keep my legs together!" I said this last part loud enough for the two women to hear clearly clearly.
They raised their eyebrows at each other slightly and looked at Sheree and I with a kind of superior look that some of the total bitches at school used to give me.
I didn't like it much so I pulled my dress off over my head, handed it to Sheree and stood in front of the mirror thrusting my still-wet tits out. Standing naked in my heels, my butt stuck out nicely and I turned around to admire it in the mirror. I put my finger right between my legs and ran it slowly up between my slippery pussy lips to my belly.
Both women were just staring at me with their mouths slightly open.
"It's so hard to know exactly what to wear, isn't it?" I asked them sarcastically. "Showing the right amount of tit and arse is a real challenge, huh?"
They looked at one another with eyes wide open, not knowing how to react.
"I've just had a guy bring me to orgasm out there in the restaurant," I went on. "Much better than the food here. I can recommend it."
One of the women was tomato red but had started to get turned on by what I was doing, I could tell. All of a sudden, she said, "Well, I'd like to see you girls in action then. We're down in the lounge if you'd like to show us old ducks a thing or two."
She and her friend laughed and Sheree and I couldn't help laughing along with them.
As they left the bathroom, I felt a hot flush of excitement go right through me.
"There's nothing like a challenge, huh, Sheree?"
"What about Tom and Martin?" Sheree asked. "Are we going to leave them at the table?"
"If they want us . . . they can look for us."
Sheree was wearing my dress, still a bit wet in places, but it clung to the important parts. She also borrowed my beaded g-string which glinted under the dress provocatively. Because she's got smaller tits, we arranged the straps so that it sat high, giving people a good look at Sheree's fabulous long legs.
I couldn't get Sheree's bodysuit on in one piece, so we'd cut it in half around the waist.
"I'll buy you a new one!" I promised her.
What I was left with was a bottom, which looked like a pair of pantyhose minus the feet - and a skimpy top, which was ultra-tight almost sheer black lace.
I rolled the bottoms down so they sat really low on my hips and turned around to look in the mirror.
"Can you see my pussy Sheree?"
"I can just see the top of your mound. If you didn't shave, I could see quite a bit I think," she replied.
I rolled it down another inch or so.
"Your slit's just about showing," Sheree said.
That's exactly what I wanted to hear.
"What about my tits?"
"They look a bit small 'cos they're pressed in too tight, I reckon," Sheree said.
"You're right. This top's just about suffocating me!" I said. "Grab the scissors and cut from the top so my tits can push up."
A little snip of fabric and my tits popped up out of their prison. I adjusted them so the nipples were behind the lace but otherwise plenty of fleshy breast was wobbling around freely.
"How do I look?" I asked Sheree.
"Like a complete slut!" she giggled.
As I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror I could feel myself getting wet. I stuck my fingers down the front of my stocking and fingered myself as we left the ladies' restroom and walked back out into the restaurant.
"What the hell are you doing?" whispered Sheree as the door clicked shut behind us.
"I'm wanking, Sheree. What does it look like?" I whispered back.
As I swayed in my high heels, I felt too horny to care about anything. My finger felt nice massaging my clit as I walked down the stairs.
"We're getting a lot of looks," Sheree whispered, once we were down in the lounge.
"That's the whole idea, honey!" I whispered back. "Let's look for those two women from the bathroom."
We sauntered around the lounge, eyeing off guys and girls. A couple of guys had a bit of a grope of my arse and one guy even pulled down the back of my stocking several inches.
Without pulling it back up, I turned to face him.
"You should ask before you do that sort of thing."
