My husband was sitting on our bed, while I prepare to go to my friends for a dessous party. My husband want that I should buy some new stuff to keep our sexlife interesting. He choose a bra, a stringtanga, stockings, a white blouse and a really short leather-skirt for me to wear. I look very hot with my 26 years and hard tough body in this outfit. Than I kiss my husband good-bye and drove away.
As I drove through a forest suddenly my car stops. I try to start the engine again, but nothing happens. What shall I do? Nearly 50 km away from my friends house, alone in a forest. The only thing is to open the hood of my car and wait for help. Now I had time to think of the costs. To repair my car would be too expensive for us, so I can't buy some new dessous.
After 30 minutes a big white limousine stops and a big black guy, the driver ask what happens.
"I don't know. The engine stops and it is not possible to start again!"
"No problem Lady, I phone a garage for you. Wait a minute."
He go back into the limousine and I can see him phone someone. Than he comes back to me.
"A man from the garage will arrive at 8 PM. These are nearly 5 hours. My bosses says you can come with us and we bring you back at the right time. Our house is not far away."
"No, thanks for the offer. I wait."
"Lady, you can't wait 5 hours alone in a dark forest! Please lock your car and come with us!"
I think he's right. It is too dangerous for a lonely girl in a forest.
"Okay, your right."
With these words I lock my car and go to the limousine. The driver opens one door for me to enter.
Three young black guys in expensive business-suites welcomes me. As I sit down I was in trouble. My skirt was so short that the tops of my stockings were visible. As I look in their faces I see a big smile. One of the two guys against me begin to speak.
"Lady we are happy to help you. Let me introduce you to Mike, John and my name is Ted. Could we offer you a glass of champagne to forget your probs?"
"Hello and thanks. That would be fine."
Mike handed me a glass of champagne and we all drink.
"Where would you like to drive?"
"I'm on the way to a party by some friends."
"A birthday party?"
"No, a dessous party!"
As I see the grin on her faces I know that I better hadn't said that.
"Oh, sounds very interesting. You are keen in dessous?"
"Yes, Sir."
"We also. It gives nothing better than a good looking girl in sexy dessous! What kind of dessous are your favourites?"
That's not the thing I normally discuss with strangers.
"Hm, not so big ones."
"Sorry but I don't understand. Could you describe what you mean?"
"I can't!"
"Ohh, come on. Tell us what you like!"
"Ok, you were so gentle to me. I love push-up bras, string-tangas and stockings."
"What about garterbelts?"
"Yes I love them too."
"Do you wear a garterbelt today?"
"Sorry, I can't tell you my underwear, because I don't know you."
"Yes you are right. If you want ask us what you like and you would know us better. A glass of our friendship. Cheers!"
"Cheers! Ok, it is important for me to know in what kind of business do you work?"
"We are stock-traders and own a big company. Something else?"
"Not yet, thank you for your open answer."
"Than is it allowed to ask you a question?"
"Yes."
"And you would answer openly?"
"Yes."
"Tell us please, if you wear a garterbelt now."
"You win. No!"
"I can't believe it. Please push your skirt a little bit higher so that we can see some flesh above your stockings. Please show us your great legs."
Slowly I raise my skirt a little.