Back in 1974 me and my husband of barely a year were going on our first holiday as a married couple camping on the south coast. I'd celebrated my 21st last month, I'am 5' 9'' in a pair of 2in wedge shoes I start to look down on 5' 10'' husband (I love to stand next to him in 6'' heals), my brunette hair come half way down my bum with my head tilted back I can sit on my hair. Brown eyes not all that easy to detect behind my tinted glasses, my slender 34D-24-36 figure with my long legs which my 25yr old husband says is my best feature, especially clad in stocking something I copied from my mum she never change to tights and I haven't
From my earliest memories of being put in cot by my parent I have always striped of my night wear to sleep naked, and when I get up I stay that way until I get ready to leave the house, going in garden to hang out the washing going to freezer in the garage talking to neighbour over the fence answering the door all done naked. I think it was this part of my charter that made me agree without any questions or objections to Ben's request to not wear any under wear when we go out I love it when accidentally flash my tits or pubes.
After the long drive, putting the tent up and sorting everything out Saturday night was a walk to the nearest pub and then an early night.
A friend had recommended a night club too us, they said to get there early as it was very popular, they said they let a hundred or so in at first, then when they've had time to sort them selves out they let 10-20 at a time till it's full. We decided too give it try on Thursday as usual we were late, we got there just as they finished letting the first batch in. Ben was blaming me again, as we walked past entrance he had his hand up the back of my skirt squeezing my right check with his right hand he ping the elastic of my black suspender as said we're late.
The queue was all most turning the corner at the end of the building, we had been waiting about 10mins when Ben leaned over and whisperer in my ear "if I go ask can you use the toilet, and you'd be ever so greatfull if we didn't have wait in queue, you've never had a black one have you". Stand slightly out of the line so your easy to spot I'll go and see if they'll take the bate.
Watching Ben walking back to the 2 big black door men to ask can use toilet and if you let us jump the queue she'll let you fuck her. Hell my stomach was doing summer-salts, yes I'd never done a black man this was the early 70s if a white woman walked down the street with a black man everyone would stare.
He was stood with his back to me I quid tell he was talking to them then I notice one off them laughing Ben turned round and the 3 of them were looking in my direction Ben was pointing. Then I noticed there was a white guy with them one of them tapped Ben on the back as he started to walk back.