Exhibiting and Elizabeth

I’d arranged to meet Elizabeth in the bar of a local hotel. Given that we were still in the middle of the World Cup we thought it best to avoid a bar full of rowdy football supporters. I know we’d actually stumbled upon some last time and it had been fun, but I wanted an environment that I hoped would tempt Elizabeth to have a go and a quiet up-market (ish) hotel seemed a good choice.

I also decided to dress up for once. Well, it is getting near Christmas! I wore a smart dress, no bra but of course stockings.

I was there first and had a brief panic when the allotted hour came and went and my friend didn’t show but she was only a few minutes late due to some minor traffic accident.

She was dressed as she had been last time; a blazer-style jacket over a white blouse and designer jeans.

It was a shame she wasn’t in a skirt, but if I could even get her to show a bit of bra I’d take it as a success.

“Wow, you look dishy,” she said as she sat down having got herself a drink.

“I thought you didn’t fancy women,” I replied.

“I don’t, but that doesn’t stop me complimenting them when they warrant it.”

“Thank you then, glad you like it. It’s perfect for a night like this.” She looked quizzically at me.

“The straps tend to slip off my shoulders easily and it’s quite a wide hem which makes raising it easy.”

“Ha. I might have known. Is that always your overriding requirement when choosing what to wear?”

“No, rarely is, only when I’m hoping to lead a friend on to my debauched pathway.”

“Right. So can I assume we’re not going to discuss the latest political scandal or England’s chances in the World Cup or the price of bread?”

I laughed. “All rather boring aren’t they?”

“Couldn’t agree more, so what’s the plan?”

“No plan, just play it as it comes, but first I want to ask, what prompted your quick flash of bra at me on Tuesday?”

She smirked. “What prompted it? All that wine!”

“Nothing else? No realisation that it could be fun?”

“I know where you’re leading with this, but lifting my jumper to give you a nanoseconds glimpse of my bra when a) you’ve seen me in that state in the changing rooms at hockey and b) I was behind my husband and even he didn’t see it, is not the same as taking the jumper and bra off in a crowded bar as you did.”

“It wasn’t crowded,” I countered.

“It was in my mind given what you did.” I changed tack

“It was a pretty bra.”

“Yes, one of Chris’s favourites. Oops. There I go again. Bedroom secret revealed.”

“Sexy undies turn him on then?”

She knew I was trying to lead her on so I was interested to see how she replied. To give her some incentive I crossed and recrossed my legs and doing so the hem slid up my thigh. All by itself! It did! It ended halfway up my stocking welt. The bar was not crowded but had, from my point of view, a good scattering of people.

Elizabeth’s eyes flicked to the welt. She ignored my question and asked one of her own. “Do you always wear stockings?”

“Pretty much. Hold-ups sometimes but usually like this.” I raised the hem so she and anyone else looking in my direction could see what else was under my skirt. She coughed an embarrassed cough and looked around the bar. “Tracy! Let’s at least have one drink before we get thrown out.”

“Aw. Spoilsport,” I replied but dropped my skirt back down still ensuring I had plenty of stocking top on display. “You didn’t answer my question,” I said.

“No, I didn’t, did I.”

“So? Come on, admitting your husband gets turned on by sexy lingerie is hardly revealing a perversion worthy of castration.”

She laughed. “No, I suppose it isn’t. So yes, he does get turned on by sexy undies.”

“Like the bra you’re wearing now?” I had no idea what her bra was like but took an educated guess

She blushed, “Well, yes.”

“Let’s see.”

“Here? No, not on your life!”

“Oh go on. Look no one’s paying us any attention, just undo a button or two and let me peep down your blouse.” This was beginning to sound like a conversation between a couple of young teenagers!

“No. A firm final no!” The words were final, the look in her eye wasn’t. I was sure I could detect a glimmer of excitement there.

“Look, I’ll show you mine.” Before she could stop me I’d shrugged the thin shoulder straps off and let my dress fall to my waist. “Oops! I forgot, no bra!” I said theatrically and slowly put my dress back where it should be. “Look no one noticed anything and you’ll be much more discrete.

I could tell she was wavering. “Go on. Live on the edge!” She bit her lip. Her hands went up to her blouse. Her fingers started to play with the topmost secured button. Yes, yes! Then, bugger it, a couple came into the lounge and walked past us. It destroyed the moment and Elizabeth's hands went back to her drink.

“Not to worry,” I said, “Nearly there. Let me get you another drink.”

We weren’t driving home, Chris was in town meeting a friend and said he’d happily come and pick us up when ready so I made sure I got two large glasses and returned to the table. I’d try approaching it from a different angle.

“Do you wear stockings?” I was mindful her son had said she didn’t. I wanted to check his intel.

“No, always struck me as being too fiddly with suspenders and I can remember trying hold-ups as a teenager and they were forever sagging. I find tights easier and neater.”

“What about Chris?”

“No, he doesn’t wear stockings or tights,” she replied playfully. I knew she’d said it as a joke but wanted to see if I could tease out of her what their kinks (if any) are.

“Quite a few men do.”

“What? To feel sexy? I know Chris has borrowed them sometimes when it’s freezing to keep warm.”

“No, I mean because they find it sexy. Women’s undies too. Surely you’ve seen some on social media?”

“I’m not into that much, so no.”

It looked as though she was quite straight so I thought another change of direction was in order.

“Have you asked him? Chris I mean, if he’d like you to wear stockings? He seemed to like the flash I gave him the other night.”

“God yes, he did. I can’t believe you did that and I can’t believe I told you too. Mind you I’m glad I did.”

“Gold medals handed out then?”

“Yes, me to Chris this time.” She blushed slightly and took a swig of wine to hide it.

“So, hoping for another tonight?” A sideways flick of her eyes gave me the answer.

“Excellent. Dressed ready?” (If you can’t see where I was going with this stay with me, all will be revealed. Hopefully.)

She looked puzzled. “How do you mean?”

“Sexy bra and knickers, get him in the mood.”

She laughed, “Yes, but it’s recounting your antics that really gets his pecker up.”

“Better give you something to tell him then, but first let’s see your knickers.”

“God your incorrigible! No! I told you - I’m here as a spectator. “

“You don’t have to flash them at the whole bar, just let me have a peek. Look, all you’ve got to do is undo your jeans. You’ll be hidden by the table. Even if everybody was staring at us they wouldn’t see anything.”

This seemed to have gotten through a line of defence and she sat for some time contemplating the idea.

“No.” A very firm refusal but the hint of a grin on her face said something different.

“Come on. Look if you do that I promise I’ll let it drop and not ask you to do anything else.” She couldn’t see my fingers crossed behind my back. (metaphorically).

“Honestly? No more whining like a spoilt schoolgirl, no more pleading like a putout teenager?” The grin wasn’t hinting at its existence anymore, it was firmly plastered over her face. I could read her feeling. She was excited by the prospect.

“Alright.” She surveyed the room for the umpteenth time, dropped her hands to her waistband, and undid the belt, then the waistband buttons and, to my surprise, I thought she’d stop there, she unzipped them. All the way. Then folded the waistband away. The light wasn’t exactly operating theatre bright but it was good enough. They were pale lemon, very lacy, bikini cut by the look of them but they could have been a thong. A further surprise was that she didn’t immediately zip up again, simply sat there keeping her eyes on the bar for anyone likely to move in our direction.

Dare I try and touch them? I desperately wanted to. And what was inside them but decided to bide my time. I had high hopes this would end well.

“See? The sky didn’t fall in did it?”

“Haha, no. Enough?”

“Never enough Elizabeth but yes, zip up if you wish.”

She did and took a large swig of her wine and went for refills. On her return I asked “Now don’t you think you should give the bra an airing too?
“You said you’d let it drop. Not ask for anything else!”

“I was referring to showing your knickers!”

“Huh, so much for being a woman of your word,”

“Go on. I bet the bra matches your pants so they should both share the limelight.”

“Limelight?” she almost shrieked, “Are you going to tell everyone to watch?”

“Now there’s an idea! But no of course not. Just do as I suggested. A button or two, give me a quick glimpse as you did with your panties, and then you can button up again.”

She was on the brink of doing it, I just hoped and prayed no one would walk passed this time.

She took another gulp of wine, a deep breath and her fingers went to the blouse. The top secured button came undone, she pulled the blouse away from her body and looked at me. “No good,’ I lied. Again. “You’ll have to do another button. I can't see anything.” She knew full well I was lying but went along with it. She bit her lip again. I was positive she was getting a thrill from doing it.

The second button was just below her bust. No way could I argue for another to be undone. She pulled the blouse out and gave me a full view of her right bra-encased tit. I had been correct. The bra and knickers did match. A gorgeous cup, quite transparent, her nipple clearly visible not least because it was pushing hard against the material. No denying now she was turned on.

She clamped her blouse closed and redid the buttons up. “Satisfied?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied, smiling, “but more to the point how do you feel? Embarrassed or emboldened?”

“Emboldened’s a strange word to use. Perhaps if I’d walked through town naked I’d have felt emboldened. Showing my bra to you, not so much. What I did feel was naughty! Doing it behind Chris was one thing. In a pub, even when strangers couldn’t see a different kettle of fish.”

“Enjoyable though?“

She lent forward and whispered, “Don’t tell anybody but yes, highly!”

“So, you’ll do…” She interrupted. “Whoa, no no no. I want to watch you first. See what you get out of it.”

“Okay. How about taking a photo for me. I’ll make sure the flash goes off so we get some attention. But not here we’re too hidden, let’s sit over there.” I pointed to a table more or less in the middle of the room near the bar.

“Oh my god! Are you serious?”

I didn’t answer her, just gave her my phone, walked over to the other table, hitched up my skirt, then rather than let a strap fall off my shoulder I hooked one tit out of the dress. And smiled. Elizabeth stood up took a couple of quick paces to me, took the photo, and hurriedly returned to our table not wanting to be seen associating with such a harlot! I got up and sauntered back to our table, tit still out, sat down and put my tit away ensuring my skirt was where it had been, revealing plenty of leg. The lounge was not crowded, there were eight or nine people scattered around apart from the woman tending the bar. Most hadn’t reacted. Two had glanced over and either didn’t notice my display or were eunuchs. That left two middle-aged men. They’d noticed and they stared. My adrenaline pumped! I wasn’t facing them so swiveled around so that I was, and let my knees drift apart. They could see right up my skirt and to complete the vista I let the strap fall off my shoulder again.

Poor Elizabeth. I say that, but although she was giving the impression of someone who would rather be elsewhere she managed at the same time to be relishing the sexuality of the moment. Gold medals would definitely be won later.

The two men were exchanging comments whilst making no attempt to disguise their stares. Elizabeth murmured that the lady at the bar was taking an interest. I had my back to her so she wouldn’t have seen my display but rather than be ejected I decided we should leave.

I asked Elizabeth if she was happy to go. Her emphatic yes was quickly followed by her texting Chris for him to come and collect us. A reply pinged back immediately saying he was already in the car park, which was handy. We didn’t need to wait and fight off any unwanted attention.

I got in the back of the car and sat behind Elizabeth. I had hoped my evening of exhibiting myself was not yet over.

“Had fun?” Asked Chris.

“Oh yes,” replied Elizabeth, “I’ll tell you what Tracy got up to later, but you want to know what I did?”

It wasn’t until that moment that I realised my friend was ever so slightly drunk. Not paralytic by any stretch but the three large glasses of wine had now had time to work on her. In reply to her question, her husband said yes he did want to know.

“Well, this very naughty woman currently residing in the back seat of our car, talked me into doing something naughty.”

That got Chris’s attention. He looked at his wife. “Go on.”

“She talked me into doing this .” She demonstrated by undoing her trousers and opening them up.

“And then this.” She undid her jacket, unbuttoned her blouse, and held it wide open. Her husband glanced at her, did a quick double-take, and said “Shit! In the pub? Were people watching?”

“There were people there, but I don’t think anyone saw.”

Her husband glanced again and said “Shit. How horny.”

I’d sat behind Elizabeth hoping that Chris might be able to see me if he glanced over his shoulder. I’d had every intention of giving him a much better flash than I had the other evening but I didn’t. It was dark in the back. If he’d looked it was doubtful he’d have seen much but that in turn might have made him stare longer than he should and I wasn’t sure if I wanted him doing that at 60mph down the dual carriageway.

“Do you mind I did it?” Elizabeth asked.

“Christ no. Sounds horny. Do you reckon you’ll do more?”

Elizabeth looked over her shoulder at me and winked. “Oh, I’m not sure. Depends on whether it earns me a gold medal!”

“Pretty sure it will.” In the gloom, he reached across to his wife, took her hand, and placed it on his groin. “Christopher!” she admonished. “You’re driving!”

“I can find a lay-by.” Oh boy! Was this going to develop? I truly hadn’t expected to get anywhere near that sort of action. My expectations were well founded.

“Don’t you dare! I’ve been much too rude tonight already.”

Damn. But it would happen I was sure. Chris had shown no sign of being shy about doing things with his wife in front of me. We arrived at my house and I got out and went to the driver's door. Chris let the window down. I looked at them both, “Have a fun night you two. Thanks for the lift. Here’s a little thank you.” I stepped back from the car and slowly lifted the hem of my dress up to my waist. Chris’s eye’s bulged. Elizabeth leant across him. I wondered if she was going to swear at me for coming on to her husband even though I wasn’t, but she simply said, “Goodnight Tracy. Same time same place next week?” Blew me a kiss and said to Chris, “Home James, I have urgent needs.”