Linda was looking forward to the night out; Derek had been away for a long time now and she needed to get out and enjoy herself and a party was just the thing. Last week had been Valentine's Day and the week before that was her 33rd birthday but she hadn't felt like going out without a partner so she felt she was due a good time. After drying herself off she looked in her wardrobe and wondered what to wear. She didn't really know why but she decided it would be nice to wear something sexy just to make herself feel good as she was going out on her own.
She took a new thong from her underwear drawer, it was red and the material was very thin and more-or-less see-through, and when she put it on she was surprised at how snugly it fitted around her pussy; she'd bought it ready for when Derek got home but it wouldn't do any harm to wear it now she thought. As she stood there she idly let her hand drop down and she started to play with herself, enjoying how sensual the material felt and thinking how nice it would be to have Derek there at that moment. Then she suddenly realised that it was getting late and that she must get ready before the taxi arrived. Next she picked a red half-cup bra, another new garment-in-waiting, which pushed her breasts up so that they bulged over the top and accentuated her cleavage leaving her nipples only just covered by the fabric.
She put on black hold-up stockings and then decided to put on a fairly tight, not-too-short black skirt that showed off her good legs and finished off with plain black stilettos. It was a very warm evening so on top she put on just a simple black jacket with nothing underneath; when she realised how much it plunged and how much cleavage she was revealing she decided to take it off or put something else underneath. But then in a moment of impulse she changed her mind and thought as long as she kept the buttons done up she'd be ok.
She finished off her make-up and collected her things so that she would be ready when the taxi arrived. As she walked downstairs she caught sight of herself in the mirror and realised her red bra was quite visible. She wondered if maybe she was showing a bit too much and whether she should change after all but at that moment she heard the taxi arrive outside and so the decision was made for her.
She locked the door and walked down the path and opened the door of the taxi; as she did so she leaned forward to speak to the driver and she noticed his eyes almost immediately go straight to her cleavage. At that point she wondered if she had made a mistake but she got in the car and shut the door reminding herself not to do too much bending during the evening. During the journey she could tell that the young taxi driver was spending more time glancing down and to his left than he was on watching the road, and his flimsy excuse to adjust the rear-view mirror was so obvious it was laughable. Still, he was harmless and Linda was pleasantly surprised that she could have that much effect on a man and towards the end of the journey, as a bit of a dare to herself, she inconspicuously adjusted her jacket a bit, revealing the mound of her left breast to see what sort of reaction she would get when he could much more easily see what he wanted; namely, her tits straining to get out of her sexy red bra. When he was concentrating on a junction she even adjusted her bra a bit so that her left nipple was peeping out over the top of the cup but when he did a shocked double-take and nearly overshot the next bend Linda thought better of it and covered up again.
They soon arrived at the party and she got out of the taxi and walked round to the driver's side to pay. The taxi driver was actually quite cute so she leaned forward to talk to him as they settled the fare, making sure that he got a really good eyeful of her breasts bulging over her bra. She didn't leave a tip thinking that she'd done enough for him already that evening, and the driver was too engrossed to worry about it anyway. She smiled and walked away amazed at how slutty she had suddenly become but somehow enjoying the feeling and looking forward to the evening.
The party was in full swing when she went in and she soon started to enjoy herself, talking to friends and people she hadn't seen for a while. She was aware that most of the men she spoke to seemed to be paying a lot of attention to her chest but after a while she stopped worrying about it and in a way began to enjoy the attention. Certainly there seemed to be no shortage of men who found some reason to come and speak to her, even guys she didn't really know.
After a while one guy came up to her and asked if she wanted to dance; she refused politely and almost immediately regretted it as she really felt like dancing. However about half an hour later the same guy appeared again and repeated his invitation; this time Linda hesitated a bit but then relented and joined him on the dance floor and soon they were enjoying themselves with all the other party-goers. She tried not to move about too much though, fearful that her boobs might escape from her bra.
After a few dances the tempo changed and a slow track came on; the guy whose name she'd learned was Simon moved towards her and held out his arms inviting her to take them. At first she felt a bit uncomfortable but she thought it would be impolite not to have at least one slow dance so she took his hand and put her other hand behind his back with Simon doing likewise.
At first as they danced there was plenty of space between them but as time went by she felt that he was gradually getting closer until she could feel her body pressed lightly against him. The record ended and another slow one followed immediately after so they just continued. As the dance went on she could feel them getting closer and closer and she was surprised to realise that it was as much down to her as it was him. By now his hand had dropped down her back and he was applying a gentle pressure pulling her lower body towards him. As he did this she could feel something hard pressing against her belly, which she knew could only be one thing and she quite enjoyed knowing the effect she was having on a second man that evening. Not only that but she was also enjoying the effect it was having on her as well as she felt a dampness in between her legs and she could feel the moist fabric of her thong rubbing gently against her lips.
She could also feel her breasts squashed up against his chest and as they moved around the dance floor she could feel the motion of the fabric rubbing against her nipples making them hard and becoming erect. This was making Linda feel very sexy and she knew it was having an effect on him too as she felt his cock growing and getting harder in his trousers; as they danced she began to wonder (much to her surprise) what his cock was like and how it would feel in her hand. After a while the slow dance ended and they decided to take a break, Simon asked if she wanted a drink so she asked for a gin and tonic and he left and went to the bar. At this point she was a little nervous about what had just happened so she went to talk to some friends so that she wouldn't have to be alone with Simon. When he returned she took the drink and explained that she just needed to spend some time with her friends and thanked him for the drink and the dances. Simon looked a little disappointed but he thanked her too and walked off to speak to some other guys at the bar.
The rest of the night seemed to go very quickly and it wasn't until just near the end that Simon came and spoke to her again. He explained that he and a friend were going her way and they would be happy to give her a lift. Linda hesitated but she had just been told that her expected lift was no longer available and she had been wondering how she would get home. She could always call a taxi of course but it was anyone's guess how long she would have to wait. She had spoken to one or two people about Simon during the evening and several people knew him and nobody had said anything bad about him so she decided that it would probably be ok and she accepted the invitation. Simon explained that his friend was driving and that they would drop her off first as it was on their way home.
They walked out to the car and Steve, Simon's friend, got in the front but Simon got in the back with Linda, which she found a bit worrying, but at the same time she was sort of glad that he did although she wasn't sure what she expected, or wanted, to happen. They drove off and made small talk as they headed home.
After a little while Simon put his hand lightly on Linda's leg and leaned over to kiss her. It was awkward and she half tried to avoid it but then tried to respond and eventually their lips connected in a short slightly embarrassed kiss. Afterwards she felt a bit unsure about what to do next but Simon put his arm around her and next time when he leaned over they had a much more enjoyable encounter. As they kissed, Simon's right hand moved slowly up and down Linda's leg brushing lightly over her stockings.