Teri and Patricia have been friends since high school, lovers since college, and their relationship has given them wonderful opportunities to experiment with their sensuality. They love to push the limits, and truth be known, they each have a weakness for being naughty in unusual places that has led them into exciting highs, but has also slowly developed their exhibitionistic tendencies to the place where they cannot resist the urges that rise inside them when opportunities arise (See "The Bet" and "The Weekend").
Sometimes their adventures are planned, and sometimes they just let the circumstances go wherever they will. This warm early summer evening, they had decided to go for dinner at a lovely restaurant on the edge of the river, one which was known for its progressive crowd and easy atmosphere.
They had asked for a table on the outdoor deck that looks over the river. Teri could see their reflections walking through the restaurant on our way to their table outside. She felt excited by the surroundings, light and airy, with mirrors on two walls that gave multiple views of people as they moved about. She watches her lovely partner in a black miniskirt with black thigh-highs, lacy tops, coming a few inches below the hem of her skirt, allowing a naughty glimpse of lovely skin to show. From behind, Teri could see her cheeks move independently as the material of her dress caressed them with each step. Pat's figure was very female, with a lovely small waist that flared sensuously. Teri's eyes scoured Pat's nearly bare back, as the thin crisscross laces moved from side to side, allowing her shoulderblades to show a little as her long dark hair swung lightly, soft and sassy, just like Pat, and making the black fabric seem to float barely attached to her body. From the front Teri could see that it was tight to Pat's waist and ended just at her beltline, with no sleeves, just spaghetti straps to the bodice, which consisted of folded layers for undercups and almost nothing on the tops of her magnificent full breasts, rounded and firm against her ribcage, a full 36C. The dress caressed them almost like a demi bra, teasing everyone, and turning their heads as they walked through.
Teri followed her in a white mini, bare legs and heels. Her skirt came to mid-thigh, and was open on the sides, with 3 thin tabs that connected the front to the back, but allowing some creamy light skin and a bit of her tiny black lace panties to show as she walked. It always made Teri feel naughty to wear this skirt, especially in a public place. Above her skirt was a light silk shorty top of pale blue that left her stomach bare almost to the bottoms of her breasts. It had a scooped neck and short sleeves, letting some of the tops of her smallish breasts show, especially if she leaned forward a little.....her breasts were a perky 32b, cone shaped and pointy, and it drove her crazy already to feel the fabric slide across her naked nipples as she moved. Over it she wore a light beige and blue cardigan, that hung free in front and the breeze from her walking pushed it further open so that the outline of her nipples was clear, and it was obvious that she, like Pat, was not wearing a bra. Teri flushed a little at the eyes that locked onto her, but realized that her own eyes were traveling steadily over the delicious movements of her lover's body, and she grew warm with her own beginning. She knew the urges were climbing within her.
They were seated at their round table on the deck, Teri with her back to the restaurant wall and Pat to her left, so they could both look out over the river. It was at the corner of the deck, nearly private to the inside patrons, but in view of several other couples at tables in the open air. They could also see each other, and yet be close enough for their knees to touch, and Teri continued to feel the electricity of anticipation jolt her stomach. Their waitress lingered as she took an order for wine, letting her eyes dip into Pat's breasts.
