Hopefully you read the first story about Hannah's Bachelor Party. If you missed it, that's ok, this story is relatively independent. Like the bachelor party story, this is a true story, but I know this one to be true because I lived this personally.
In the 1990's, I was in graduate school in Wisconsin; I came home to Chicago one Winter break when I met Hannah at a friend's party. She was in medical school at Northwestern in downtown Chicago. Hannah and I immediately hit it off. We had a fun flirty chemistry and decided to go on our first date the following Saturday. The conversation was easy and we were both really attracted to each other.
Even though we lived three hours apart, we made every effort to get together as many weekends as possible, usually in Chicago since her schedule was more rigid than mine. We had so much sexual chemistry, that we were intimate from the very first date. During the week, we would talk almost every night, often sharing sexual fantasies and usually ending up in mutual masturbation over the phone. When we were together on the weekends, we tried to live out a couple of them.
One time we went to a local bar. She wore a short skirt to show off her amazing legs. We were standing around a tall table at the corner of the bar. She buried her face in my shoulder so that she couldn't see anyone's reaction. I reached down under her skirt, pulled the bottom of her skirt up slightly, exposing part of her butt cheek. I slid her panties down to her shoes and she tried to discreetly step out of her panties. I told her that every guy in the bar was watching me and one guy leaned over a bit to get a better view of her sexy thong panties. Then I took her panties and put them on the table. She tried to grab them, but I stopped her and told her, "Let's leave the panties where they are. No one can see your bare butt or pussy, you're still wearing your skirt." She protested a little but gave in quickly. Hannah loved this game, it turned her on knowing that she was so vulnerable and her pussy was wide open to the open air. She loved that guys could see her panties sitting on our table, but at the same time she was incredibly embarrassed.
Pretty soon one of the male bartenders came by and said, "Can I clear your table," as he reached up to take our glasses and then he reached up to grab Hannah's panties. He stared right into Hannah's eyes as he took the panties off the table and slid them into his pocket.
Hannah didn't protest, but then looked away and whispered to me, "Oh god, I'm so embarrassed, get me out of here. I need to fuck you now." That was a fun night. I'm sure the bartender also loved playing with her panties later at home.
Hannah lived in the medical dormitories at Northwestern, which was downtown Chicago, across from the Playboy building. That sounds a lot sexier than it really is. The Playboy building was where their publishing group was headquartered. We could see into the building from her dorm room and everyone in their offices looked like any other office space with nicely dressed men and women. Of course as evening approached, the Playboy offices were pretty empty except for an occasional person working late.
As summer approached, Hannah became more and more open about her fantasies and her past. She shared the bachelor party story with me, and then always followed up the story with, "But that was in the past. I haven't done anything like that again. I am a good girl."
