We were at dinner and I was wearing my favorite black dress. It hugs me in all the right places. When I wear it I like to wear something under it that has just a touch of color. It cannot be outright seen of course, but it makes me feel sexy. However, when the dress rides up when I sit down, if anyone is looking, they get a little peek at the color in the top of my stockings. I think it gives the impression that I am a Lady on the outside, but underneath I’m a little bit of a risque woman.
I had excused myself from the table to go to the bar to get our drinks as our waiter was extremely slow in his duties. I was standing there when a gentleman came up to me and asked me if he could buy me a drink. I politely declined. He insisted, and I kept refusing, nicely. I am not sure why but he started to become agitated at my refusal. I explained to him that I was there with a date and that it would be highly inappropriate for me to accept a drink from another man. Which it would be. He leaned in close to me as I was handed my drinks and said, “For a slut you sure are picky.” The bartender heard him and told him that he should leave. He told the bartender that only sluts wore red under their clothes for others to see. Once again the bartender told him to leave.
I made my way back to the table. My boy toy asked me if everything was alright, so I told him what happened. He asked me to point out the man. I chuckled and told him that it didn’t bother me in the least so it shouldn’t bother him. We had a nice meal then went home. I made us drinks and took them upstairs to my bedroom. He was sitting on the bed with a grin on his face. He said, ‘My sweet slut let me look at that perfect ass of yours.” I slowly got undressed, teasing him as I went.
He grabbed me to pull me to him. He told me that I wasn’t a slut, but he wanted me to pretend that I was for a little while. I had no problem doing just that!
