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Blogs > rm_hkmrnice > Sex in Public

"You want it HERE?"  

rm_hkmrnice 52M
16 posts
4/3/2008 11:12 am

Last Read:
4/10/2008 5:33 am
"You want it HERE?"
It's not even her shortest skirt. That distinction would probably go to the brown pleated number she wore to play pool a few weeks back.

But it was impossibly short. Before we went out, I told her, "Some people will probably see your panties." "So. I don't mind," she said.

"You'd better be careful when you're dancing."

"It doesn't matter. It's dark and too crowded so no one can see anyway."

Okay.

Half way into the night... at about 1:00am...

"I want to have sex," she said.

"Here?"

"Yeah why not, no one will notice."

For what seemed like ages, I contemplated unzipping and pulling myself out of my jeans, squatting down a bit, moving the string to the side and going in, under the skirt...

"Anyone would notice!"

Sure enough, within 10 seconds of that thought, one of the bar staff was staring at us as we stood in the corner of the bar, my hardness pressing against the back of her skirt through my jeans and my mind still on the possibilities.

It wasn't meant to be, at that time.

1:45am: "I want to take off my panties."

I didn't hesitate to help, hoping that even if someone saw us, it wasn't one of our friends... that might be a little embarrassing, since everyone was already shocked at how short the skirt was and the glimpses of stocking tops and the occasional flash of skin, despite the fact that the stockings were pulled up as high as they could possibly go. Despite the risk, I took the time to snap a photo with my ever-handy camera.



The hem of the tight, stretchy black skirt couldn't have been an inch below the bottom of her bare ass (which had been bare in the g-string anyway) and two inches from her freshly waxed femininity. I loved every minute of it.

I was excited and a bit jealous as she headed off to the dance floor without me... but she loves me and I trusted she wouldn't do anything to disrespect that.

I still wonder how many people might have seen under her skirt. And if anyone did, I envy them for their secret glimpse of my wife's courage and naughtiness.

Perhaps next time we'll find somewhere to take that risk I had been so hesitant about. If so, I'm sure I'll write about it here.

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