The last month has been so depressing for Sid and me. A death in Sid's family has caused the family to splinter. I'm trying to keep my distance from several of the family members but it's difficult when you hear individuals slandering those you care about.
What's that saying? 'You can pick your friends but not your family'?
Just the last few days have we felt ready to return to our exhibitionism/voyeurism fun.
Sid has been working almost every day with tax bills going out so I decided to have him meet me at our favorite happy hour bar. I told him I would get there at 6:30 and asked him to sneak out to meet me.
I got there a little early and found a four-top table to wait for my lover. My short black skirt, with a mid-thigh split, was awarding me with many looks from others, or maybe, it was the sheer black blouse over my black demi-cup brassiere. I need to cut back on the calories, as it seems my ass and boobs are gaining in size, It may be time t increase to a triple Ds in my bras. I doubt Sid will object.
I felt naughty, to say the least.
One of Sid's friends came over and offered to get me a drink and I gratefully accepted his generosity. Charlie is an old friend of Sid's and has always been a gentleman. A little older, but still a looker.
Charlie brought me a glass of wine. Joking, he said, "I can only hope Sid's in the morgue and you're dressed in black to mourn his passing. I will help you in any way I can in your grief."
Laughing, I responded, "Charlie, you dirty man. You mean you would attempt to bed his widow before he's even buried? No, he's just late but I will keep your offer in my mind."
We talked about a variety of subjects, but it was difficult to keep from smiling as Charlie continuously stole looks at my barely concealed nipples.
I shifted on my chair and the split of my dress rose to just inches from my tiny black thong. I thought about opening my legs slightly to give another view but decided to wait until Sid arrived.
Several men and women were mingling around the bar and there seemed to be no connected pairs. Damn, I'm glad I'm past bar-hopping to find a man. Several of the women were oblivious of their intentions to 'score' with someone. I'd been there, and as the evening goes on, the anxiety builds with every minute. I guess I was brazen enough to 'go for it' and not worry about such things as my reputation!
Sid came in and greeted us. He and Charlie chatted for a few minutes and then my man left to get fresh drinks for everyone.
"Kitty, you two make the perfect couple. Sid loves to see you watched and your ability to clutter men's minds with thoughts of lust for you makes it wonderful for both of you."
"Thank you, Charlie. You nailed it. We have many wonderful thoughts and memories, I know someday we'll be sitting in a rocking chair and laughing about our fun. Sid is a good man, the best I could have hoped for, and I would do anything to make him happy."
Our drinks arrived and Sid kissed me lightly on the lips. "Baby, if that skirt was any shorter you would look like you are just wearing a belt. Damn, I like it. Some guy at the bar was telling a guy to look at you and how hot you are. Was I proud lol?"
Charlie repeated his wish for Sid's passing and his volunteering to assist me with my grieving. Sid smiled and said the line to console me would be around the block. Adding, "She wouldn't have a minute to herself."
I noticed a couple glancing our way, both younger, but showing an interest in us. I pointed it out to the guys and they assured me I was the object of their attention.
"Well, let's see if you're right." I slowly opened my thighs enough to reveal my crotch and turned to make sure the skirt was open.
"Kitty, the young guy is going nuts. He is constantly directing his lady to look in your direction. Why don't you make one of your ladies' room visits to see if they watch you?" Sid suggested.
Looking at Charlie, I told him, jokingly, I have a 'move' that gets me attention from the bar patrons. Watch."
I slid off my stool and smoothed my skirt down to mid-thigh. My sheer blouse came into view as I walked to the ladies' room and my mounds were now barely concealed in the too-small bra.
Smiling and glancing at others as I walked past the bar, I stepped into the restroom. I did my 'business' in a stall and came back to stand in front of the large mirrors above the lavatories. The blouse was so flimsy it allowed my demi-cup bra to appear clearly. The half cups were within a quarter inch of showing my nipples.
Thinking about Charlie and what Sid had said to him, I opened my blouse several buttons and lifted my breasts to the point my nips were on display. I buttoned the blouse to just above the bra's cups and after checking my make-up, I walked out.
As I stepped around the short wall to the bar area, I looked at Sid and Charlie and waved. Then, without hesitating, I stepped up to the bar and pushed my way into the crowd. I heard several comments about my appearance and watched men elbow each other to look at me. Damn, I was loving it. Knowing Charlie was seeing a side of me that left no doubt I was a voyeur's dream.
I reached over to a guy to get the bartender's attention and order a glass of wine. My boobs were on his chest causing him to stare at my almost nude tits. "Damn, Lady, let me pay for that wine for you. You deserve free drinks all night."
"Thank you, but I drink all night, and would not get what I came for. I know better ways to spend the evening." I brazenly flirted with the man.
"I'm Peter, do you come in often?" the guy replied.
"Only when I'm horny," I responded. Several faces turned to look at me. I was laying it on thick. Damn, Sid needs to fix up a recorder for me to wear on my waist or somewhere.
My wine came and I stood facing my donor. "So do you come in here often?"
A couple of times a month. But if you're going to be here, I can stop by more frequently. Are you for real?"
"Touch me and see, I think you will find me to be very real."
The guy wasted no time in running his left hand over my right breast.
"Damn, they're nice."