My husband Dave and I have an open relationship. I have a couple of regular guys I see, and some outliers I've seen once or twice. There was a guy I'd had sex with on a weekend away with Dave, Leo, who'd given me his card. Fuck it, I'd started swapping messages with him.
The few very forward messages we'd exchanged had gone well enough that I'd agreed to meet him one night during the week. He was going to drive to our town and had chosen a restaurant to meet. I didn't have any real expectations of more than another one night stand going in, but I figured I'd put in the work and look nice.
I came out of our bathroom, all clean and shaved and dried and moisturized, and went to the bed where I'd laid out my red outfit for the evening. I put on the garter belt, then rolled the fishnet stockings up my legs and attached them to the garters.
Next I pulled on my thong, and made sure to get the sides nice and high. I pulled my bra around my middle and hooked it, then turned it so the front was at the front and hooked my arms through the straps, pulling it up and arranging my tits in the cups.
I stepped into my dress and pulled it up to my shoulders, then put on my high heels and went to find Dave to zip me up. With a little struggle, I can do it myself, I just like to tease him a little when I have the chance.
I wandered into the living room, and Dave was there playing some computer game. I knew he also had a date with his one regular girlfriend, but you know guys - it takes them five whole minutes to get ready.
"Zip me up?" I asked him.
He put the controller down, and came over to me. I held my hair up and turned my back to him.
I expected the zip to come up, but instead his hands went inside my dress just below my ribs, and he pulled me backwards to him.
"You look amazing," he said, "so sexy."
"Did your date cancel?"
"No," he said, "I just like seeing you all dressed up like this."
"I can do this for you, any time you want," I murmured to him as he lifted the zip.
I let go of my hair, and went to turn to face him.
"Stay there," he said, and he started kissing my neck.
I felt him left the hem of my dress up to my waist. He stopped kissing me, and I felt him pulling my thong down. I admit I wiggled my hips a little to encourage him.
When he got to my feet, I stepped out of them, and he used my hips to turn me to face him, kneeling in front of me. Again, he pulled me towards him, and he pushed his face into my skin, just above my pussy.
His hands went to my bum, and I put my hands on his shoulders. He dipped his nose to my slit and took a deep breath.
"I love the smell of you," he said, sort of muffled between my thighs.
The tip of his tongue darted out and licked my clit, and my knees almost collapsed. His strong hands stayed on my bum, holding me upright as he ran his tongue over my pussy lips, getting me really turned on.
After a few minutes of this, I mumbled "we can cancel our dates this evening, and just stay in."
He kept going, until I was humping back at his face, feeling myself getting close to an orgasm. And then he stopped.
"Noooo..." I wailed, "I'm soo close..."
"You'll be fine," he said, handing me my thong. "Enjoy your date, I'm going to go and get ready for mine."
"Bastard," I said, maybe meaning it a little.
In frustration I sighed and put my thong back on. I settled the straps, and pulled my dress back down. I went and checked myself out in the mirror, and other than maybe looking a little flushed I thought I looked normal. Good enough to eat, you might say.
I went and got in the car, doing my best not to clench my legs together and get myself even more worked up.
At the restaurant, I parked the car and went in.
The lights were low, and it seemed pretty quiet in there. I was just telling the greeter that I was supposed to be meeting somebody when I saw Leo waving from a booth in the back. I thanked her and walked back to meet him, only seeing a few occupied tables.
He'd got up to greet me, and his hand squeezed my bum as I kissed him on the cheek. Leo was a little shorter than I remembered, but he was still taller than me in my heels.
He's pretty buff, and had bright white teeth in the dim light, so it was like he lit up when he smiled, which he did a lot. He stepped back to let me sit down.
As soon as I'd sat down, the waitress came over and asked if I'd like a drink. I requested an Arnold Palmer, as I was worried that I'd already going to be thinking with my pussy because I was sexually frustrated... the last thing I wanted was to be getting drunk enough to be making even more poor decisions too.
Leo sat right next to me, with his leg against mine, and his hand went to my knee. I automatically moved my other knee away, so he'd have better access to my legs, then wondered why I'd done it.
With his other hand, he touched my chin, turning my face towards him. He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. I kissed him back, and when his tongue probed my lips, I opened them so our tongues could intertwine.
"I've been looking forward to this all day," he said.
As his hand came off my chin, it traced across my tits on its way back to the table.
I looked up as the waitress came back to our table.
"You never called me," she said softly as she put my drink down.
She was looking at me quite hard. I wasn't really sure what she was talking about, and I think that must have come through in my puzzled expression.
"At Steve's Diner?" she said. "I was your waitress there. You were with a couple. You weren't wearing..."
I figured out who she was, and cut in before she said "panties."
"I remember you," I said. "Call you?"
She looked different. She had makeup on, her hair up, and was obviously dressed better.
"I left my number with your friend."
"Ah," I said, "I think she probably gave that to Gary."
"That makes sense," she said, "I did have some creepy guy call me."
I saw the tension go out of her, which was good to see.
"Is this your husband?" she asked, looking at my wedding ring.
"Ah, no," I said, "this is my date."
I couldn't read her expression.
"I'll get you both menus," she said, and left us.
"What was that about?" Leo asked as we watched her walk away.
"Eh, nothing," I said, "we met somewhere else, that's all."
"She wanted to give you her number?"
"I guess she liked me," I said.
"That's hot," he said, as she came back to our table.
She dropped off the menus and silverware, told us about the specials, gave me a wink and left us to it.
I opened my menu and started looking at it, while Leo's hand slid higher up my leg.
"Don't you want to look at the menu?" I asked with a smile.
"Oh, I know what I want," he said with a leering grin.
"Oh really," I said. "Are you going to get that then?"
"I hope so," he said as his hand reached the hem of my dress.
"Can we pull this up a bit?" he asked.
"Uh, sure," I said.
I gripped the hem of my dress and wiggled side to side a little to lift the hem slightly, but Leo pulled a little harder and it came up to my waist, so my bare bum cheeks were on the seat.
"Nice panties," he said, still grinning at me.
"I agree," said the waitress.
I hadn't heard her reappear, and based on Leo's startled reaction, neither had he.
"May I sit?"
"Sure," Leo told her.
She sat down on my side, and slid around until she was up against my other leg. She put her pad on the table, and her hand across her front until it came to rest on my leg, up where my stocking ended.
"Have we decided what we want?"
"He has," I said. "I haven't really looked at the menu yet."
"I can probably help you choose," she said, massaging my thigh. I was starting to feel quite flustered, with the two of them feeling me up.
"You two have met before?" Leo asked her.
"We have," she said, "only last time she wasn't wearing these."
Her hand brushed against my thong and plucked at the waistband in the front.
"What do you think?" he asked me as he took hold of the waistband, "do you want to take them down for, uh...?"
"Jody," she said, also going to hold the waistband on her side.
Even in my addled state, things seemed to be moving quickly, but I didn't really want it to stop. I lifted my bum slightly and they slid my thong down to my thighs. They both went back to stroking my thighs, but occasionally one or the other would glancingly touch my pussy, teasing me and turning me on even more. I kept looking around the restaurant, but nobody seemed to be paying attention to us.
"So what did you want?" Jody asked Leo. He just looked down at my pussy.
"To eat, silly," she said. He looked down at my pussy again.
"That's not on my menu," she said. "What can I bring you from the kitchen?"
"Oh," he said, "the salmon."
"Have you decided?" she asked me.
"I guess I'll have the same," I said, having not even looked at the menu yet.
Suddenly Jody took her hand off my thigh and got up.
