With your new attitude and my knowledge of the number of times you require/demand orgasms when having sex (either by yourself or with a partner). I decided to expand your slut like horizons. First and foremost you had to be safe. Second you had to be some what comfortable and last by certainly not least you had to have many, many orgasms/nuts/cums. So below is what I propose.
We go shopping for a sexy sundress outfit with garter belt and thigh high hose. Maybe something that buttons up the front to allow what ever level of exposure you are comfortable with on a bright sunny Saturday afternoon in downtown San Antonio. We get a room in a convenient hotel/motel and walk to the USO or in that general direction.
Your job this day is to look good and sexy which you do without any effort and to pick out a couple of young Airmen/Trainees from Lackland AFB Training Battalion (Young, no sex in the past 90 days, and absolutely disease free.) that you find attractive. You are beginning to get the idea of what I have in mind, by becoming like a kid in a toy store. Smiling and winking at numerous prospects.
We venture down on the Riverwalk and take a sidewalk table close to Commerce street bridge. I suggest you go to the ladies' room and unbutton some buttons. You and you sly coy smile ask, "Just how many buttons did you have in mind?" I indicated that was entirely up to you. Then suggested do as many as you wish that would make you feel more sexy/slutty/easy or whatever effect you wish to feel. In other words what ever makes you nipples hard. Again you coo, "They are already hard, silly man." Then you saunter towards the café entrance to find the ladies' room. Just to the right of the entrance sit to young robust looking airmen. One white, one African-American who following you with their eyes from the time you get up until you move out of their sight into the doorway. When you enter the doorway you stop and point at them where they can't see you. Then you do a shudder, shake and smile. I get the message loud and clear. These two would be fine boy toys to play with for the rest of the afternoon. Then you turn and enter the café.
I have the waitress to take the Airmen a drink on our tab. She smiles after having seen the little charade in the doorway. The drinks are delivered and the guys think something is fishy. Seeing a fat old man sitting by himself offering to buy them a drink. The waitress sees the problem and explains that my lady friend would be coming out that entry way any minute now.
Sure enough your new attitude just keeps getting better, when you come out the door, you fake an almost tumble on the step. As you lean over to grab the table where the young men are sitting to keep from falling over, the newly opened buttons allow at wonderful view of your breasts in your new fitted half bra. You, still leaning over and allowing the view, began to tell the Airmen how sorry you are but you almost fell over. They let you know without a doubt that it is no problem. You smile, stand up and in a very slutty style, walk back to out table and ask, "Well, I think I got their attention don't you?"
I replied, "Without a doubt." Then I tell you that I had bought them a round of drinks. You smile and say how wonderful. With that knowledge you turn in your seat, raise your Dr. Pepper in the sign of a toast. Of course this process allowed your legs to part and the unbutton bottom of your sundress falls open exposing the top of your thighs over your stockings. The guys smile and return the toast sign.
You turn around and say, "I think they appreciate the drinks."
I reply, "Yes, the drinks and the view up and down your sundress.
