I've been a flirt for a long time. I've always known about the power a pair of high heels and a bit of cleavage has over men and I've used it. For nearly 10 years, I was with Luke, a man who loved seeing me flaunt my body in public and, when our relationship ended a couple of years ago, I had to relearn how to flaunt it with strangers.
"You've always got so many guys!" my friend Annie complained several months ago.
"Look, there's that guy over there, looking at you now!" she added, once when we were out having a coffee.
I was wearing a short checked skirt and a pair of black strappy high heels and his eyes were moving down my slim legs to my feet. I smiled, half at Annie, half at him, as I stretched my feet out and wiggled my toes with their crimson-painted nails.
"God, you're a flirt!" said Annie, blushing. "And, what the hell have you got on under the skirt, Christy?" she added, as she glimpsed bare flesh at the top of my thighs.
"Don't you ever wear panties?!" she asked another time, as she watched me get ready for a night out. I struggled into a tight pink leather skirt and loosely tied a white shirt across my breasts as Annie sat on my bed.
"Why should I?" I asked her. "If I do and I score, I just have to take them off. If I don't and I score, I'm ready to go!" I added, sitting down on my bed next to her.
I slid on my high heels and lay back on the bedspread, holding my knees. "There's a very simple reason why the guys follow me around like little sheep, darling!" I laughed.
"What's that?" Annie asked, reddening a little.
"This!" I said, parting my legs; I felt a need to shock Annie and this certainly did.
"For God's sake, Christy!"
"Well..." I laughed, "You watch how many guys pay attention tonight!"
At the party, Annie sat on the sofa with me and we had a little heart to heart. "I guess you're right, Christy", she said, "Just about every guy in the place has eyed your legs off tonight".
"You should give it a go, too. You're a sexy woman, Annie", I smiled, looking down at her legs in their knee length skirt.
"Well, what should I do, Christy?" she asked.
"Shall we start right now?" I said. "There's a room full of guys right here", I whispered, placing a hand on her knee.
She looked down at my hand, bit her bottom lip and smiled a wicked little grin. Slowly, we slid her skirt up together, revealing her slim shapely legs.
"How far?" she whispered.
"It works best if guys can see your panties", I replied, helping her push her skirt up further. "Wriggle around a bit, too", I suggested, "That way, your skirt will twist nicely".
As soon as she did, we noticed several guys look Annie's way and, before long, two were perched on the arms of the sofa chatting to us. With a few nods of encouragement from me, Annie wriggled some more and, before long, her green panties were clearly visible between her smooth thighs as she moved her legs.
* * *
"So, shall we go out flirting sometime?" Annie asked me breathlessly.
She'd phoned me to fill me in on what had happened after the party. She had indeed snared her man and was hungry for more conquests.
"Sure, I'd love to, Annie!" I replied. "There are plenty more tricks I can show you!"
The first place we went flirting together was a singles' ball, advertised in a fashion magazine. They offered prizes to the "Most Eligible Bachelor" and the "Sexiest Bachelorette" and we were both determined to nab ourselves a couple of the Eligible Bachelors!
"Hey, Christy!" whispered Annie, as we were queuing out the front on the night and checking out the 'competition'. "Some good looking guys here!"
Sure enough, there were guys by the dozen: dark and blonde, chunky and slender, sexy and ordinary. Plenty of girls too, mainly in pairs and groups, giggling and chatting in their high heels and skimpy party dresses.
"Are you glad I insisted?" I whispered to Annie, who was wearing a fairly daring dress, on my suggestion.
"Sort of", she replied. "I feel a bit like I'm on show at a meat market", she added, looking down at her small but firm breasts which could be seen clearly outlined through the stretchy pink fabric of her dress.
"But as long as I'm with you...", she smiled, looking me up and down.
I was in one of my most daring outfits, a black nylon minidress which covered my front respectably, but was entirely backless with just a flap covering the upper half of my butt. To lift my butt, I'd worn some strappy platforms which laced around my ankles and added almost five inches to my height.
"You did wear panties, didn't you?" Annie whispered urgently, once we were almost at the head of the queue.
"What do you think?" I smiled. "With a dress like this...?"
Once we were in, we headed straight for the bar where a couple of guys bought us drinks. A bit of chat with them, then to the dancefloor, where we could show off a little more.
"The way the back of your dress flips up when you wiggle your butt is very sexy, Christy", Annie yelled to me, above the din of the music.
I could see several guys watching my butt as I danced, so I suggested Annie give them something to look at too. "Lift the hem of your dress as you dance. Give them a tease!"
As we flirted like this, various guys came and danced with us; some asked to buy us a drink, but we stayed where we were. After five or six songs, I was hot and sweaty, and so was Annie. Her dress had become damp and it clung to her curves as she brushed her hair aside and pushed through the crowd.
"I don't know how many hands I had on my butt as I walked through that crowd!" Annie giggled as we sat back on a sofa with a drink to watch the passing throngs.
"Look at her!" Annie laughed, as a voluptuous girl went by with a bustier top which didn't quite hide her nipples. Two guys followed her with drinks. Another girl wearing very dark eye-makeup had held her breasts in with just a collection of straps which, during the day, was probably a swimsuit, but here made her look like an exotic dancer on heat.
"Now, you've got to get the attention of guys you like by making eye contact", I instructed Annie, who was looking at every guy who looked at her skimpy dress.
She sat with her legs folded under her, showing off her shapely calves and thighs and, sure enough, was soon able to attract an admirer. His name was James, a good-looking 30-something advertising type and I left him with Annie while I wandered off.
* * *
"So, honey, aren't you afraid of attracting the wrong sort of attention in a dress like that?" came a voice behind me, as I was standing by a pillar, watching the crowd on the dancefloor.
I turned to the voice and saw a guy standing a little shorter than me, slim, with glasses. At first glance, in his dark clothes, he looked quite unassuming, but with a naughty glint in his eye.
"Any sort of attention is good, isn't it? Especially in a place like this", I replied, smiling.
"So you like men admiring you?" he asked.
That got us into a great conversation about why some women love showing off and a bit of my history with Luke. Mark and I spent the next hour watching guys and girls flirt and I was starting to feel a bit horny.
"Watch that girl in the green on the dancefloor", I said to Mark. "She's dancing in a way to flirt with as many guys as possible".
She was a plain, slightly overweight girl with a halter neck bikini top which was too small for her large breasts. As she danced, she had to keep adjusting the top to keep her tits in. She had matching short shorts which kept her butt covered, but she enjoyed wiggling it any guy who came near her.
"And what do you think of her?" Mark asked me in turn. A curvy girl in a short tube dress had three guys around her. Two of the guys had their hands on her - one his hand on her butt, the other was gently stroking one of her breasts and trying to tease the dress down.
"She seems to be enjoying herself. I think the idea of having guys paw her turns her on. You can see her nipples poking through the dress". Having pointed this out, I felt my own nipples through the front of my dress. They were hard as cherry pips.
"Do you like guys groping you?" Mark asked. At this point, he hadn't laid a finger on me, despite standing very close by my side.
I looked across at him. He was smiling at me coolly, as if he didn't really care what my answer was.
"Sure", I said slowly.
