Archive-name: Fetish/jill.txt
Archive-author: Jill's Story
Archive-title: Silk Miniskirt
The party was really jumping and everyone looked so fantastic in their
costumes. I didn't really want to go but my girlfriend Gina talked me into it
just before the party. I didn't have a costume but she said she would get me
one if I came over to her house. She had a costume laid out when I got there.
I got a little nervous when I saw what she had. It was a hooker outfit,
complete with a short skirt and very high heels! She even had lingerie for
underneath, insisting that it was a part of the costume and I needed it to
make the costume authentic. I'd never worn anything like this before. I was
so nervous about going out in public dressed this way. Gina sat me down and
did my hair in a real wild fashion, then did my make-up, putting it on very
heavy.
I don't think I would have worn this costume if not for Gina pushing me.
The top of the dress was very low cut in the front and back, ending in a deep
v. The hem of the skirt came to just below the tops of the garter stockings.
I didn't dare sit down or the skirt would pull up exposing everything! The
dress was bright red as was the lingerie underneath; red garter belt, panties
and a silkie bra that barely covered my nipples, let alone hold anything up.
The stockings were sheer tan and the ankle-strap sandals had 4 inch heels,
making it very difficult to walk.
I was really nervous walking around in this outfit at the party. It
seemed like all the guys were watching every move I made. I guess in my
nervousness I had a few too many drinks, but it helped to calm my fright.
Gina kept coming by and trying to reassure me that I looked great, but the
sexy outfit and the too heavy make-up were not my style.
A friend of Gina's, Paul, came by and asked me to dance. I tried to beg
my way out of it, so we talked for a little while. He was really nice and I
began to relax some, finally agreeing to after a bit. A slow number started
as we got the the dance floor and I found myself in Paul's arms, turning
slowly on the floor. As nice as he seemed before we danced, I found out that
it wasn't really true. He pulled me tighter to him and his hands began to
wander over me in the dim light.
I was really scared and tried to back away from him but he was too
strong. He kissed me tenderly and his warm hands clung to my ass. I didn't
know what to do. I tried to break away but his probing tongue was very
insistent. He slipped his tongue between my lips and toyed with my tongue,
kissing me deeply. My arms were locked around his neck, making me very
vulnerable. His hands clung to me, sliding smoothly over the soft back of my
dress. Being on the high heels, I was always a little off-balance and Paul
used that, forcing me to hang on to him or else I would fall.
Paul realized that I was helpless and decided to take complete advantage
of the situation. I could feel my skirt inching up as his hands methodically
stroked over me. He was exposing me to everyone! I tried to tell him to stop
but he was kissing me so hard that no noise came out of my mouth except
muffled sounds. I was afraid to open my eyes. I just knew that everyone was
looking at me, seeing everything under my skirt. I could hear quiet talking
around me as we danced and caught a few words here and there..."She's acting
the part"...."What a little slut".
Strangely, this not only scared and embarrassed me, but it excited me a
little too. I didn't know what to think. All these strange feelings inside
me. Paul increased the pressure as my skirt rose higher, his hands now on my
silk panties tracing the outline of the garter tabs. His fingers really did
feel nice as he touched me. It was so wrong but it felt so good! One of his
hands slid up between us and he began to tease my breasts through the thin
material of my dress. Against my better judgement, my nipple responded to his
touch, growing hard under his gentle manipulations. The voices kept drifting
in and out as we danced...."I knew she was hot"...."She never let me do
that"...."She really is a slut". I could feel the color rising in my cheeks
as the embarrassment of my situation increased. I couldn't help myself as I
stole a peak through my closed eyelids. Everyone had stopped dancing and was
standing around in a circle around us as we danced, watching the wanton
display of my private things. I felt so exposed standing with my skirt pulled
up and all these strangers looking at my lingerie as Paul touched me and
showed me off. Paul's finger slided slowly into my panties and eased them
down around my things. His other hand pulled the top of my dress off my
shoulders, forcing my arms down to my sides, trapped by the sleeves.
Breaking the torrid kiss, Paul stepped back away from me and whispered
for me to hold my dress up over my hips so everyone could see. I felt so
helpless as my hands moved quickly to do what he said. I had no control over
anything I did. There I stood, my panties pulled down, totally exposed to
everyone around me.
Looking around me, I could see all my friends watching me. Paul
whispered for me to turn around slowly so they could get a good look at me.
Powerless, I turned in a circle, watching the looks on everyone's face. I
could feel myself blushing deeply, but something inside me kept saying to do
what he said. My pussy was totally exposed to them and I couldn't have run if
I wanted to with my panties around my thighs plus the towering high heels. As
I ended my turn, I spotted Gina standing in the crowd, her hands pressed tight
to the front of her skirt, masturbating furiously. Suddenly I realized that
this was a set up, she had planned the whole thing! The costume, the booze,
and Paul!
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