She shivered as she sat at on the tall bar stool. Feeling her own nakedness under her trench coat washed wave after wave of embarrassment over her, yet with each wave she found herself getting a little wetter. It was by no means the first time she'd done something like this. Bev was an exhibitionist through and through. Her husband Rick had been helping her play at it for the last few years. Public flashing, sunbathing in a not so private back yard, nude photography (with discreet web postings) even "accidentally" losing her bathing suit bottoms once when they were on a getaway southern holiday. All followed by wild sex sessions with Rick who was always close by ready to relieve her with tongue and cock once her excitement had built past the point where she couldn't stand it any longer.
At 48 Bev was a mature woman with a body to match. Not over weight but voluptuous; big beautiful 36 DDs, soft and round in all the right places and an ample ass which Rick particularly like to give attention to.
Their sex life had always been good but when their daughter had left for college 4 years ago the freedom of empty nesters had really had a positive impact on their love making. It went from good to great as they began to open up to their various fantasies and game playing. For Bev exposing herself was one of her two favorite things. For Rick, well let's just leave it for now to say he liked it even more when Bev was wearing her tall black stiletto boots.
For their anniversary this year they had promised each other that this would be the year they would find the outer edge of their respective sexual limits, at least once. Since then they had soft swung with another couple (they both liked that a lot) then had moved on to one weekend where they full swung with 2 other couples up at a cabin (something they would do again but on a limited basis).
Tonight Rick had made some pretty far reaching arrangements just for Bev. This was to be her night to find her ultimate exhibitionist fantasy.
So there she sat in nothing more than high heels, her favorite pearl necklace and her three quarter length coat sipping her wine and getting more excited by the minute.
Tonight there was a female bartender and a waitress working; both in their late twenties/early thirties, both dress in subdued black pants and white dress shirts – neither of which Bev thought, could take way from the fact both had sensational hard young bodies. In addition to the staff there was another couple (strangers as fall as Bev could tell) average looking, perhaps in there early forties. Close but definitely younger than she and Rick. Lastly there were two women, both very sharply dressed, both Bev guessed to be older, perhaps mid-fifties.
The bar was small and dim with only maybe 12 small tables and an empty stage off in one corner where a small jazz band might use on the weekends.
So far they had been there 20 minutes. Rick had been stroking her bare legs but so far had done nothing dramatic. With that said Bev was horny enough from the trip over in just her coat that her freshly shaved pussy was already well lubricated and the thought of a wild ride home was already crossing her mind.
Half way through their second glass of wine (her third if you count the one she had before they left the house) Rick leaned in, ran his hand up her waiting legs until he touched her now parted lips. He gently kissed her ear and whispered "are you ready for something new?"
