To the reader: this is a first attempt so please excuse me if there are errors in style etc. It's also a homage to an earlier contributor with far better style than me who wrote some great stories in this category.
Derek, my husband had pissed me off. Party he said, at the company owner's house, Everyone will be there. Off the point for this story in a way, but you may as well know now, Derek doesn't satisfy me in bed. After two month's of marriage I felt flat as a pancake.
I stamped my foot, not going I shouted, but of course as always he wheedled and begged ( a complete turn off actually if he only knew) and said his manager would be there, please please Katy all that stuff. Well I went all moody but relented, thinking you'll be sorry, and you bet he was because it was me who ended up begging at his stupid party and it blew my mind.
The party house turned out to be pretty big, large garden, gazebo etc. etc. I'm sure you are thinking get on with it, never mind the boring stuff so here goes.
I had chosen a much shorter than usual pale green dress, no bra - I had a nice firm pair - flimsy suspender belt with dark stockings high up on my thighs, ankle chain, one dangly earring, green choker drawing attention to my pretty neck, open- toed medium high heels and oh green nail and toe polish. I'm sure you get the idea. Classy or tarty? Men will be men I guess. They have great imagination and I knew if they saw me, they would be getting off on thinking about do her panties match? I may be innocent but there are some things I do know about men! Do I hear teaser? I did tell you I didn't want to go and a girl has to some fun surely? I guess you can't have everything but maybe I was wrong because something happened to make me think again.
I was introduced to the company owner and then left standing like an idiot as Derek did that usual male thing of bonding with his colleagues.
Right I thought and wandered off to the bar, extremely naughty idea though as I was not supposed to drink alcohol as shall we say I behave very inappropriately with men if I do.
So, trying to figure out how I was going to get through the scrum at the bar to order I noticed a thickset man in his forties eyeing me up, staring at me, well practically undressing me with his piercing blue eyes actually. I reddened, dammit I mouthed, he's checking me out as a single. I somehow dragged my eyes away flustered and gasping for a drink
Did I say I was impetuous and often made mistakes? Maybe not. I squeezed in and. I got my wine. Very unladylike but I knocked back almost half of it in a straight away. A warm glow spread over me, this is not so bad I thought.
Well the bar got busier and busier and I was hemmed in by testosterone fueled males getting louder and louder so I finished the glass, thought, sod Derek and ordered another.
Then it happened. Someone was standing real close behind me but it was a crush right? As I was trying to pay, distracted. well that's my story and I'm sticking to it, I felt a hand brush lightly across my bottom. Don't make a scene I thought ignore it,
Mistake. Encouraged by no response the hand came back for more sliding very slowly and possessively across my bottom getting a good feel of my cheeks. I was tingling and didn't move. Back it came for a third time, only....... honestly I don't know what came over me. Did i dare to do it? My heart was beating fast, I felt a little light headed but this time I pushed back against his hand and rested my soft and yielding bottom against his fingers. Now you might be thinking slut, but I'm not, I'm actually a good girl, twenty-two, married, a loyal wife. So why did I do that? This was all Derek's fault for neglecting me, or maybe the wine. I can be very good at deflecting blame.
The guy went coy on me but he didn't move his hand away. Perhaps he was scared I would scream or even slap him. This ( me letting him feel up my bottom I mean) because that was what was happening wasn't it? It could only have lasted a few seconds though it felt like ages. I was so warm and excited, I admit that, my panties were getting damp. Well I risked a tiny wiggle against his hand I mean I could just have been moving my feet, but he took it as green for go.
Possibly he couldn't believe his luck, as much bolder now he explored me, running rude fingers along my bottom and back again searching for my panty line pressing into my behind. I was totally aware of how close he was to me and held my wine glass tight as he ran a finger right down my bum crack through my skirt and panties. I jumped a little at that, but there was more, the finger was trying to work my damp panties up my anus through my skirt in a crowded bar! I bit my lip, my skirt was working up, alarm bells were ringing, where was this going? I said quietly please stop that but had no idea if he heard me, because just then I heard Derek calling my name from the back of the scrum. I edged awkwardly away from the panty poker not daring to look at him, sorted my skirt and squeezed back out of the crowd.