These stories I am telling you about are facts and real life experiences, not fiction. However, to protect our identity I have changed our names to keep the lunatics off our front porches.
My name is Jackie. I'm a sports coach at a local school in Tampa, Florida. I am in my late thirties. I'm just a normal woman, with an average build, fairly attractive and a little taller than most women at just under 6 feet tall. As a sports coach I'm in good shape and always have a good tan as I'm outdoors a lot.
Trying to get to grips with my sexual emotions after a trip to Maui where my husband, Trevor, took nude photos of me, and our wonderful improved sex life afterwards, I searched the internet on various erotic subjects and ended on Literotica. After reading a few stories I decided to tell about my own experiences, partly hoping to help other women dealing with their own emotions and experiences. I think I also wanted to show that it is acceptable for women to have sexual feelings, desires and emotions without the need to feel cheap, or slutty about it. We are not living in the Dark Ages anymore and we, as women, need to share our experiences, showing others that it is acceptable to have these feelings, to enjoy it and even act on it. Why must men have all the fun? I have never heard a man being called a slut or cheap. Why must women be branded when they enjoy the same sexual action and emotions that men do?
Well, I'm deviating; let's get back to my story.
A few weeks ago we were invited to a dinner party to celebrate the promotion of one of our friends. The venue was a new very upmarket restaurant in the bay area. The restaurant actually overlooks Tampa Bay. Dress code for the restaurant was quite formal. Men had to wear jackets and no denims or sneaker shoes were allowed. In the local newspapers the food critics highly praised the restaurant for their excellent food, interior decorating and ambience.
As the dress code was formal we ladies decided amongst ourselves to wear cocktail dresses for the evening. Now, as any woman would know, deciding on the right dress is not easy. Most women going shopping for a dress for a special occasion will agree that the shopping experience is as integral part of the occasion as the event itself. A dress also needs shoes, accessories such as jewellery and sometimes underwear. I firmly believe that no dress is complete without the correct underwear to compliment it.
After much searching through many shops I chose a beautiful matt black cocktail dress. The dress ended about two inches above my knees complimenting my long legs beautifully. All-in-all the dress was understated style, elegant with just a touch of daringness to keep it interesting for my husband. The top part of the dress hugged my body beautifully, accentuating my curves and 36C breasts. It had a very sexy slit at the back that might be considered risky, if you knew how high it really was. But it was very cleverly designed with the material panels folding over each other, hiding most of the slit and making the slit barely noticeable. The back of the dress was cut very low, making it impossible to wear a bra underneath. I was a little worried not wearing a bra as my nipples are very reactive and respond to the slightest pressure against them. But, with a black dress nipple pokies would be less noticeable and I decided to risk it. The front V-neckline was normal and did not show too much cleavage. The dress fitted fairly tight around my hips. Lately I have developed a tendency not to wear panties (but that is another story) and decided that I would not like to show any panty lines for the evening. Black high heel shoes completed the outfit.
I knew that I would look sophisticated, with a good dose of sexiness added, as the dress emphasised my figure and 36C breasts. The slit at the back, and being without a bra or panties, would add a little daringness and naughtiness for me.
As we drive a BMW 7-series we agreed that our good friends. Stacey and Charles and Mandy and Norman, would drive with us. Part of the driving together is that there always is a designated driver that would keep sober to get the rest of us home safely, should we overindulge in our drinks.
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On the Saturday evening of the celebration we set-off in a jovial mood to pick up Mandy and Norman first as they live only a block from us. Mandy is very much like me, an average woman, with an average built and in my opinion quite attractive. She has one of the warmest and most sincere smiles I have ever encountered. She is always optimistic and positive, Together with her smile and spontaneous laughter she tends to be the centre of many conversations. She is very intelligent with a sharp mind. She has the ability to assess the moods of others easily. She is the type of friend I phone when I am down or when I want an honest opinion without judgement. A sincere and true friend that I value highly. She usually is the one that would bring us to our senses and keep us on the straight and narrow. But, make no mistake, when in the mood she can be as naughty as anyone of us.
Stopping in their driveway Trevor hooted. Mandy and Norman soon appeared in the door, locking it behind them. Mandy had on a calf length, ivory coloured dress with a low V in front accentuating the rounding of her breasts and cleavage. The bottom of the dress clocked out a little, in loose folds, from her hips and swayed beautifully with every step. Although plain, the dress accentuated her figure beautifully.
After saying our greetings we left to fetch Stacey and Charles who lived about 15 minutes drive away.
The moment we stopped at their house one of their children ran indoors and we could hear him shouting that we arrived.
Stacey appeared on the porch and was dressed in a figure hugging royal blue dress. From the sway of her 36D breasts, and nipples poking against the dress, it was clear that she was not wearing a bra. Her chocolate brown eyes, all over tan, brown hair and warm smile accentuated her natural beauty. Her dress reached to just above her knees and looked very sexy with a high slit in front, focussing attention on her shapely legs as she walked towards us. Even Trevor couldn't help a "wow" escaping his lips. She really looked sexy.
I need to tell you more about Stacey. Stacey and Charles are one of our more daring and less inhibited friends. They have been known to go to nude beaches on holiday and Stacey would think nothing of it to tan topless, or even go topless at the pool. She is one of those women that are immensely proud of her breasts and do not mind others looking. I know she is somewhat of an exhibitionist and regularly wear very low cut tops without a bra. Even when she is in tight pants I often do not see any panty lines and know that she often does not wear any either.
As they got into the car and made themselves comfortable on the back seat I saw that the slit of Stacey's dress was almost to her crotch when she sat down and revealed a lot of leg. The way she protectively placed her handbag over the slit in her lap I realised that she was covering up and was not wearing a panty either that evening.
With four adults on the back seat of the BMW it was a tight squeeze to fit all in, but it was only a 10 minute drive to the restaurant.
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