My name is Tami, and this is my second submission. I am not a writer, but I love stories. I received such great feedback from my first submission I decided to continue. My first story was pure fictional this one is a reality.
Let me begin by telling you my husband loves for me to show off. I am not an exhibitionist and have never claimed to be one. But at my husbands insistence I have been on display on more then one occasion.
This occasion happened when my husband had an office party. This office party was downtown and not at the office. We knew that we would both be drinking so we booked a hotel room and agreed to taxi into town. The bad thing about booking a hotel room on line is that you really don’t know what it is like. The hotel we booked wasn’t in the nicest part of town. I didn’t want to stay there, but my husband said we were only going to be in it for a couple of hours to sleep anyway. Reluctantly I accepted the decision.
Once we checked in we headed to the room to get dressed. We were on the second floor and took the stairwell to our room. Our room was right across the hall from the coke machine, and my husband said see, we don’t have far to go if we need a drink, trying to take my mind off of this dump. When we were in the room it was time for me to get ready for the evening. I had bought a short black dressed that came to about mid thigh. It had spaghetti straps holding up the top. It was rather warm out so I didn’t wear a bra. I put on a pair of shear black panties to complete my attire.
Once we were ready we called for a taxi and waited in the lobby for the taxi’s arrival. Once he arrived we hopped in and headed downtown. We met up with his co-workers and went to the group dinner. Dinner was okay, there were about 50 people there and everyone seemed to stay in their small little group. When dinner ended and people began to head out we tracked down five of my husbands buddies. Most people were headed home, but we were ready to party.
We went to a small club, it had a little dance floor and a band. It wasn’t real crowded and the music wasn’t deafening. We sat on an elevated floor by the dance floor. I was the only lady in the group and the guys were giving me as much attention as my husband would allow. We had been drinking for about 2 hours when my husband whispered in my ear “My hand feels a little empty, I think something silky and black would fill it up.” I knew he wanted me to give him my panties. I casually looked around trying not to make it look so obvious and slowly worked my panties down my legs. Once I had them on my ankle, I casually reached down and grabbed them. I placed them in my husband’s hand, and ask if it was better. He said it is now.