A short story - A Glass of Wine

A story written for me some time ago by a lovely lady:

Enjoy your glass of wine.

wench leans into MF as he places his hand in the middle of her back and guides her into the bar, a simple gesture, but one which fills her with a sense of belonging, of being wanted.

She has dressed as instructed, no underwear, hold up stockings, a dress with buttons all the way down the front. It's the kind of dress that can be respectable or downright revealing just by undoing a few extra buttons. MF knows that wench is not adverse to showing off her cleavage but tonight he's made her fasten the buttons right to the top, so that instead of her ample bust being on display, it is encased in the silky fabric which drapes itself artfully around the fullness of the breasts and highlights her erect nipples, which tonight are made even longer by the addition of several elastic bands. wench is always slightly uncomfortable having her nipples on show like this, somehow it feels far more revealing than exposing the soft flesh of her cleavage. She knows men are looking at her, and this both excites her and yet at the same time makes her feel vulnerable as she senses their lascivious eyes boring into her.

He ushers her towards a table and rather than sit opposite her, takes the chair at right angles to her. She knows this is so that he can touch her easily and likewise she can touch him if so directed. wench crosses her legs and pulls her skirt protectively over her knees. 'Uncross your legs wench' MF instructs, 'and open them'. wench always feels that this is such an unladylike pose, but she does as she is asked, uncrossing her legs and trying to position her legs as elegantly as she can with them open. The dress automatically falls open exposing her legs above her knees. She itches to cover them up but resists. Anyway she rather likes the sensation of freedom when her pussy is exposed to the air, even if it is partly covered by a thin swathe of fabric.

As the waiter comes to take their order, she can feel him staring at the protruding nipples. She can see MF is watching her reaction to the waiter's attention, she can feel the heat rising in her cheeks , her self consciousness threatening to overwhelm her but she takes a deep breathe, smiles at MF and tells him that she would love a glass of wine. She knows her nipples are straining the fabric, but she refuses to look down, refuses to show how uncomfortable this scrutiny is making her feel. She knows that this is just the beginning and to show signs of discomfort so soon would certainly not please MF.

They make conversation as the waiter goes off to collect their order, talk over how their days have gone. Without realising it wench's legs have started to close. MF notices this and frowns slightly. wench picks up this almost imperceptible change in his demeanour, and quickly realises what has happened. She opens her legs again, this time a little wider. 'Undo one button of your skirt' MF says. Almost without thinking she reaches down and slips the button through the button hole. The dress drops open a little further revealing more of her legs which glisten slightly in the glossy black hold ups. MF smiles appreciatively, admiring how elegant her legs look in the stockings. 'One more' he almost whispers across the table.

wench looks up at MF from under her dark lashes and seductively undoes another button, her fluid motion belying the tremor she is feeling throughout her body. The skirt of her dress has fallen quite wide apart now revealing an expanse of silky nylon and a slight hint of the lacy tops of the stockings. Of course she is covered by the table but she still feels very exposed.

She feels the flush rising in her cheeks once again as the waiter comes back into sight. Now not only are her nipples protruding with wild abandonment through her dress, she knows he will be able to see how far her dress is unbuttoned as he puts the drinks on the table. Fighting down the urge to cover herself up she forces herself to make light hearted conversation with MF, pretending that she doesn't know that her dress has somehow come unbuttoned. Once again she feels the eyes of the waiter on her as he sets down the drinks. She takes deep slow breaths, hating this exposure but at the same time feeling so turned on that he is looking at her, turned on because she is exposing herself in this way. Her mouth is dry, she licks her lips a little and picks up her glass, takes a sip of her wine, savouring the ice cold liquid in her mouth.

The waiter lingers a little longer than is probably necessary, but finally his attention is wanted at another table.

MF leans across the table, dips his fingers into her wine and then leaning closer towards her as though he is about to whisper something in her ear, tweaks one nipple with his wet fingers. Automatically the fabric tightens around the nipple and moulds itself to the shape. If her nipple was obvious before, it is twice as obvious now. wench winces slightly with the pain, and feels the wetness between her legs increase. As he tweaks her nipple, he whispers 'one more wench' and with his other hand deftly releases another button. He leans back in his chair and surveys his handiwork. Yes the tweaked nipple is now shrouded in damp fabric, he can almost see the outline of the elastic binding the nipple into its erect position. Her skirt has dropped open even further, now he can see the lightly tanned skin above the black lace of the hold ups. Her legs have started to close again, almost as a protective gesture. He raises his eyebrows and quickly wench re-opens her legs. 'Wider' he says. The fabric is now barely covering her pussy, she knows that opening just one more button will reveal it completely, reveal the contrast of the white flesh against her brown thighs, reveal the glistening of her pussy juices covering the inside of her legs.

Her heart is thumping ... he is going to ask her to open another button she is sure of it. But MF just leans back in his chair and carries on the conversation they have been having. Gradually she starts to relax, enjoying the delicious naughtiness of having her pussy almost on show like that .. enjoying the fact that MF's eyes are constantly straying to her pubic area, enjoying the effect she is having on MF (judging by the outline of his straining cock in his trousers). Her pussy is now so wet she knows even without looking that the evidence of her arousal is there on her thighs, she can almost smell the slightly sweet musky odour.

They have nearly finished their drinks. wench wonders whether they will stay in this bar for another drink or move on somewhere else. Her question is soon answered as MF beckons over the waiter again. As the waiter approaches she feels her heart start to beat a little faster, surely he will take the opportunity to look at her again. MF casually orders the drinks. The waiter tries to keep his attention with MF but can't resist a quick glance in her direction. wench just stares ahead nonchalantly pretending that there is nothing untoward about having your erogenous zones practically visible in a public place.

The waiter leaves to get the drinks, MF smiles at wench, her heart drops as she assesses what is about to happen. MF says nothing, just continues to smile. She sees the waiter returning to the table with their second round of drinks, her heart is beating so fast now she is finding it hard to control, she can feel her stomach start to tighten as she wonders what will happen next. MF stops smiling, his eyes meet hers and he mouths the words ... 'one more'. wench takes a deep breath, she has a split second to react, leave it any longer and she knows she will be in trouble. She fights the urge to shut her eyes, as if somehow if she can't see what's going on, then nobody else will be able to. The waiter is almost at the table, her mouth is so dry, yet her pussy is so wet. She doesn't want to do this, but she wants to please her Master, her fingers reach out to touch the tiny pearly buttons and quickly before she has a chance to change her mind, she slips the button through the hole.

The dress falls back around the very tops of her thighs, totally exposing her naked pussy. Of course she is screened by the table so nobody else in the bar can see her except the quickly approaching waiter. As he comes to deliver the drinks he's greeted with the sight of a smooth pussy, secreting its sexual juices and a woman who appears to be oblivious to the fact that her dress is totally unbuttoned.

He dare not linger, but serves the drinks quickly. As he leaves the table, MF turns to wench and says 'Good girl'. wench's heart fills up and her pussy gets a little bit wetter.

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